Space Murder, the Deathlord of the Jungle

The mouse is named Strawberry poptart
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Space huffed, she had rats crawling all over her fur and mane, but she straightened up whenever she saw you pad past, her once lazy posture fixed into a serious one
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Space's elongated ears twitched at the sound of thumping footsteps, knowing that it were her mate, she looked back, offering a hidden smile. Zenith grinned back at her, his toothy fangs gleaming at the lioness. "Hey you" the primal's voice rumbled, "Hey" Space purred as he lay beside her, "what's up? You don't usually come round this late"
Zenith snirked, "I can't visit my favorite lioness?"
"You can, I'm just wondering what brings you here in the dark, it's a pretty far walk from my pride to yours." Space nuzzled her head against his mane, huffing. "I got done with some of my duties early and decided to stay for a bit"
Space set to work on picking out leaves and rubble from his mane, "Couldn't help but get messy before then?" She teased softly, her mask lay in-between her paws, as she hadn't felt the need to cover her face around her mate. "you know me" the primal let out a throaty chuckle. Space rolled her eyes, continuing to groom his mane, "I missed you." She stopped at the mumble of those words, "I- I usually look at the stars, they remind me of you so i just look at them every night" zenith cleared his throat, "But ah- the clouds have been blocking the sky for the past few days- and I missed you too much"
Space repeated the words in her head, "Well, we're together now, hm? Is that what you wanted?" Zenith only nodded.

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