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Namib walked across the land, feeling the dryness beneath her aching paws. Chriss stood beside her, and his mouth flew agape when he saw what was below them; a big plain, grass scattered everywhere, trees poking out of the ground. Namib closed her eyes, and shook her head with approval, stating that this would be their home from now on.
Later on, their little home was thriving. Namib was watching over her kits, when then, a sharp pain became in her stomach. She put her claws on her belly, trying to fight the pain. The kits looked worried, alerting Chriss. Chriss inspected Namib, and with a tearful look, said that she was very sickly and would probably pass soon.
Days passed, and it turned out Chriss's words were wrong, wrong indeed. Namib lived, but how? She was on protection from their ancestors. They wanted Namib to create a beautiful clan for creatures big and small, and that's what she did. Namib's very caring, and did as they wish, so they let her survive to see the clan expand even more.
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