It's the year 2050, and after a North American-wide terrorist attack on all of the juvenile detention centres, there's nowhere left to put them. Few juveniles survived the detention centre bombings that occurred on April 19, 2049. Of those that did, most have managed to slip through authority's grasp and stow away on planes and boats bound for other countries, where they could begin a new life and try to live again. Some of the escapees have been caught, while others continue to remain just out of reach of the authorities, always one step ahead of them.

In early January, a ship transporting juveniles was shipwrecked in an ocean storm, and the government got it's idea. The teenagers couldn't cause trouble if they were sent to a deserted island in the middle of the ocean. And so it was decided, and they set about finding an appropriate island. They finally settled on a large island, close to the middle of the ocean with no other islands around it. Plans were finalized, and the teens were moved. None of them really wanted to be sent to a strange island that they nor the government knew much about. But what could they really do? More juvenile teens get dropped off almost daily, along with supplies.

Two glimmers of pale green shone in the morning darkness; these were the eyes of a lion. The night was dying - it was still black out, but anybeast with sense could tell that in a matter of minutes, it would begin to bleed a red and orange colour, that would give way to blue skies. Sure enough, as the behemoth male turned his head to look at the distant mountains, a tiny line of red could be seen; this was the coming sun. Sighing in content, Faroar continiued his slow, kingly gait towards the multitude of shady trees. This territoy was unclaimed, a blind lion could tell that. There were no male or female scents, just that of the prey, which seemed to be quite abdundant around here. Grinning, the white-furred male blinked his green eyes once in the growing light. If this place was unclaimed, he himself would take it. The male was still young; he was a good fighter, and he would be an even better leader. The place had everything one would need for a pride; a fresh river, flowing fast and cool; leafy green trees, perfect for protection against the midday sun's rays; large caves, suitable for many lionesses; and prey. So much prey! They wouldn't need to save meat, like he was used to in his drough-ridden homelands.
Smiling a soft, nostalgic smile, Faroar settled under the largest tree; it was the highest up, also, and it looked down upon the rest of the land. The tree here was on a hill, and surrounded by rocks, great for cubs who were playing hiding games. Old ruins surrounded the place; ruins, perhaps, made by man, or maybe just by nature itself; whichever the case, Faroar crossed his paws, and waited for the sun to rise - the sun would, with good luck, bring a new era.

Im good at coding and designing and would love to help if need. I know which codes to use and not to use due to them crashing your site...and i have a nice brown color skin that i can give down to offer...*stares at my gimp* i can also do manips...theres a fraction of what i can do...
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