Ok, first, before you read anything, you need to know that Shadow, the white tigress cub, is not my character...she is ShadowBrook17's, and Kasaru, who is mentioned

in this chapter, is not mine either-she will be in later chapters.

I do not own Kung Fu Panda

Chapter Two

Five days later, I found myself lost, exhausted, and starving. Although it hadn't been that cold of a day, the night was beginning to cover the grass, my

body stiff and numb. I pulled my cloak over my silver, scaly body, shivering like crazy. Hunger gnawed at my stomach, my mind blurred with the freezing wind

that made my ears freeze like ice cubes. I huddled into a tighter ball, wishing I had brought a blanket.

My dreams were haunted by pictures of the prison I had escaped, of Scarr, of kids laughing and calling me a 'silver freak', and the only comforting thing that

finally melted my thoughts into sleep was the clear picture of Mac by my side. When I woke up the next morning, my whole body was covered in frost, little

white dots sparkling on the ground.

The sun was partially hidden by thick, grey-white clouds that held the promise of coming snow. A harsh breeze was picking up. I shook the frost of my body,

shivering madly.

I needed to find shelter - and fast. I left the small outcropping of rock I had slept under and went deeper into the bamboo forest. Small tips of sun warmed me

up enough to continue, and I managed to find a few nuts and sour berries to keep my energy up. But that wasn't what kept me going. It was the thought of

returning to the orphanage, my private prison, and those laughing, sneering kids that kept my feet going step after step. I would not go back to the life I once

lived and hated.

When dusk settled in and more clouds rolled over the sky, thickening with the build-up of snow, I decided to find a place and rest. After a little searching, I found

a small, underground tunnel that led to a protected den. It seemed old, abandoned. It wasn't much, but it would have to work.

I gathered enough sticks and dry leaves to make a small fire. It illuminated the old den, giving it a more homely look, if anything. Islept as close as I could and

let the small, crackling fire warm me up, the warmth slowly wrapping around me. I ate the last of my nuts and settled off into a fitful sleep.

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When I woke up the next morning, all that was left of my small fire were ashes and burnt sticks. I was once again cold and shaking, my cape not helping at all

with the warmth I wanted. A cold draft of freezing wind hit me full in the face when I walked out of the tunnel. Snow covered everything like a blanket.

The landscape was completely different with the white stuff. When I tried to walk, my feet sunk deep into the freezing snow, and I drew back up, trembling. I

tried to walk again, but the snow came up to my waist.

This was trouble.

And then it hit me. I ran back inside, the brilliant plan forming itself in my mind.

I used the sticks that were scattered across the den and began carving them with my knife I had brought from the orphanage. I worked for two hours straight

until my masterpiece was done. Then I gazed at it, satisfied. I had made myself a pair of snowshoes.

Trying again to walk in the snow, I managed to stay on top. It worked! I pumped my fist in the air in triumph and stared at the invisible spectators that were

cheering. Too bad there really weren't any. I sighed and began to look for food.

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It went on like this for about three weeks. The small den was my home, and the woods my grocery store. It was a day such as this that I discovered the

stranger. I had tried to explore the woods further, making a mental map of the landmarks so I knew where to go.

I had explored for about an hour. Judging by the position of the sun, it was around three o'clock. My stomach rumbled. I pushed away some bushes,

searching for blackberries. But I saw what looked like a white tiger with bright blue eyes. I screamed. She screamed. I let go of the brambles and stumbled

back into the snow. My head bumped against a rock, quite hard actually. My mind spun dizzily. I tried to get up. Useless.

Then everything went black.

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Unknown's POV

I hadn't expected to bump into someone that afternoon, but I had. A very strange someone. I slowly made my way through the prickly bush and out to the

other side. The strange lizard-looking thing was unconscious. She was scrawny and by the looks of it, probably homeless. I cautiously walked up and examined

her.

She was a strange sort of animal. Scaled like a Komodo Dragon. But she wasn't one. Her silver scales glittered like jewels, and she had long, sharpened claws.

Her strange face was round and she had odd, curved nostrils. Her long, goat-like ears were flattened against her head. She had a thick, reptilian tail with light

blue, blunt spikes that jutted evenly out. The reptilian had on a white vest with silver stars. Her silky pants were navy blue and she had a shash around her

waist that was golden. She also had on a very dark blue cloak. Another thing she had carrying with her was a small belt with a

beautiful knife with strange patterns on the handle in the sheath. I gazed at her for a minute in curiosity before realizing it was freezing cold and this...thing

needed shelter.

So I ran as fast as my legs could, calling out "Kasaru! Kasaru!"

I know, short, but the chapters will get longer. In the mean time, thank you for reading, and please please please leave a review! Oh, and yes, thanks so much for all

those who reviewed on the last chapter... Anyhoo, until next time!