Okay, so this one is a little dark. All right, very dark. But I have finals coming up and I'm moving this summer, so yea. All I can come up with for these guys is dark stuff. I also don't own these guys. Without further ado, here is the Cowardly Lion.
He was still haunted by what had happened. He would never show it, but he was. He was always half there, which was why he was so easily startled. That day had been horrible. It had started just like any other. He and his mate had gone out to hunt. But then he had heard something. Something bad. Fire. And then he was choking. He was drowning in the ash in the air and the blind terror and the burned bodies of his friends. He ran and ran. He heard the cries of his mate. He had to go back. He had to help her. But all he could do was turn and watch. And he watched as the flames licked her heels and singed her fur. All he could do was watch as the flames consumed her. His eyes filled with tears, but the urge to run was so overwhelming. And so he ran. He ran as tears blurred his vision and ash filled his lungs and his mate screamed and the forest burned.