↱„FRANK SINATRA”↲

THE REVOLUTIONARY OUTLAW

,, I'M GONNA LIVE TILL I DIE. ''

The young adolescent mumbled short curses as he strut through the desert, the heat was more tolerable as it was wet season, small droplets of rain pelted at his fur. FRANK SINATRA shook out his pelt as he stopped under the lip of a cave, he sat down with a huff, only now noticing a lion, lioness? sat at the far left of the cave being smothered in a pile of lionesses in a "cuddle pile"

The lion cleared their throat and glanced over at FRANK SINATRA before letting out a huff and turning away in annoyance, the lion looked to not only be a rouge, but a leader of these outlaws. The ebony colored Lion looked ill and half starved,FRANK SINATRA shook his head, small debris shook out of his short growing mane.
FRANK SINATRA tilted his head and laid down, resting his head on his paws, his ears slightly drooped at the group of outlaws, they all seemed in poor health with an over abundance of cubs they had taken in to relive prides of their "burdens" of war. FRANK SINATRA rubbed some water off of his muzzle with a short sigh, he looked down at the cold stone ground of the cave, small patches of algae and moss growing over the cracks.

FRANK SINATRA was starving, his ears tilted downward, the only reason he came to this group of outlaws was because it was safer than "home" his tail thumped against the cave wall quietly as he glanced around the cave, his expression awkward.
A deep, and gruff voice broke through the calm silence, like a crack of thunder. "Well, boy, what brings you here? mercenary work or other?" The lion growled out, their ears slightly pinned back. The adolescent looked up, slightly frightened by the sudden question. He cleared his voice and pawed at the ground quietly, "W-well uh? I was hoping to join you, I won't ask for food or 'nothin."
FRANK SINATRA mumbled in reply, his tail resting over his hind legs. The ebony lion let out a breathy chuckle as they stared at FRANK SINATRA , "Well? your name is?" The lion asked as they nudged off the lionesses and slowly walked over to FRANK SINATRA , his ears pricked up slightly. FRANK SINATRA squinted and looked down, his lips parting slightly as the lion towered over him. "it's um,FRANK SINATRA " The lion paused before barking out a short laugh. "So you're one of them fancy guys, huh? Interesting you wanna join some band of outlaws." The lion rasped, shoving off the lionesses and stalking over to FRANK SINATRA and sat down in front of him. "You'd make a fine cowboy.. Aside from that the name's FLEETWOOD MAC but just call me Mac."
FLEETWOOD MAC replied, standing up and circling around the adolescent, sniffing and prodding him with their paw before stumbling back and letting out a cough. "I ain't at my best but I'll train you well, you little rat." FLEETWOOD MAC snorted, lying back down and grooming their thinning mane before glancing over at the group of lionesses. "You lot, make yourself busy with hunting and scavenging, I'll protect the cubs while you're out." One of the older lionesses nodded and stood up, stretching out her body before beckoning some other lionesses and a few adolescent females to join her. The group eventually made their way out of the damp cave and out into the desert.