The 'Brids

This is a story by User:TurquoiseEmber and User:SilverTheIcewingHybrid. Enjoy!

Kamaria
"It isn't what we say or think that defines us. It's what we do." -Jane Austen

In the wild, everything is black and white. Unchangeable and final. The food chain can't be changed, and neither can instincts.

Not that Kamaria wanted to change. She liked her life as an apex predator. The panther. The favorite, the best. Or at least, that's what she told herself. Every day, when she questioned whether she truly liked being a murderer. No, not murderer. Champion. Because 'murderer' was a bit harsh for a predator. After all, that's what she was made to do.

Or was it? The warm sun filtered through the trees in the land that was once called 'Africa'. Now, it was the Saxian region.

Will be continued soon!