The White Tiger

The gorgeous white tiger screamed a thundering roar at the dark orange tiger with pitch black stripes, it's look-alike. It's gigantic head stayed as calm as a statue, the fluffs on its cheeks moved slightly in the wind. It's shocking sky blue eyes that would just blow your mind, didn't even close once. For it was to focused on the fight! It's whiskers sensed every movement it's opponent was going to make. It's lean, athletic body stood patient, but it's musculus did not they were ready to move the black rubbery paw, to use it's razor-sharp claws. It's pale white fur with pitch black stripes, swayed back and forth as the wind went right through it. It's tail moved slowly to the left then slowly to the right ready to pounce! Soon the white tiger got to celebrate for it's win! It strolled to it's deep dark cave in the icy hills.

Karly E. Weston