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KFP 3: Stripes of the Past Chapter 6Tigress began surfacing to wakefulness as a gentle hissing sound filled her ears. Her eyes flickered open, and the first thing to greet them was the sight of the little joey sleeping cradled in her strong but gentle, striped arms. She looked around to see where the hissing had come from, pressing the young wallaby close to her body protectively, but before long she espied a familiar, pearly green serpent slowly slithering up to the small, damaged cot—it was Viper.
Viper halted and coiled up just a foot away from the cot, smiling sweetly up at the athletic tiger. “Bonding with the children, Master Tigress?” she asked, remembering the time she saw Tigress feeding a young piglet at Mr. Ping’s Noodle Shop last winter.
Tigress returned a faint smile. She knew she needn’t hide her sentimental side from friends like Viper. She could easily share things like these with Viper, as something between girls, even though Tigress never really was so feminin
KFP 3: Stripes of the Past Chapter 5Meanwhile, in a patch of wilderness some distance from Bao Gu Orphanage, the remaining bandits (led by the clouded leopard Commander, the only one out of the three horde Commanders who hadn’t been subdued and captured by the six famed warriors) hurried into the cover of a gingko copse. When she judged that they had gone deep enough, the leopard Commander called the subordinates to a halt, and they needed no second bidding. The leopards leaned against the trees with dignified grace, whereas the crocodiles slumped on their stomachs carelessly upon the grass as they struggled to catch their breath, and the wolves seated themselves upon the scaly backs of their reptilian comrades as they set about licking their wounds.
The leopard Commander shook her head disdainfully at lounging soldiers. She was just about to rebuke them on their failure, when she noted the dappled patches of light on the ground before her dimmed out as a large shadow loomed out from behind her. Whippi
KFP 3: Stripes of the Past Chapter 4“What happened?”
Tigress was inwardly asking herself the same thing. What had happened? The most she knew was that she had just witnessed a bizarre, inexplicable sequence of bewildering visions upon seeing the curious symbol on the croc Commander’s armor, but why did she see them? What did they mean? There was one vision, however, that she found rather easy to interpret—the one in which an unknown tigress supposedly deserts the cub reaching up and mewing pleadingly to her. She was willing to explain the most she knew of what she had seen, but not until she was alone with her comrades.
“Let’s get these bandits bounded up,” Tigress sighed. “I’ll explain everything later.”
Without any disagreement, Po and the rest of the Five set about finding whatever they use to bind the unconscious bandits that remained. Tigress was about to do so
A Simple Sparring Slip: Chapter 1It was a regular day at the Training Hall by the Jade Palace—The Dragon Warrior, Po, was sparring with Crane on the Jade Tortoise of Wisdom, Mantis fought with the Gauntlet of Wooden Warriors, Monkey was swinging and leaping through the Seven-Taloned Rings, Tigress was dodging the Seven Swinging Clubs of Instant Oblivion and battering them to sawdust with her bare callous-armored paws, and Viper used lithe liquid-like movement to evade the columns of fire that spouted from the Field of Fiery Death. It was a regular day at the Training Hall...or so it initially seemed, but an unexpected visit would turn it into a day unlike any that Jade Palace had seen before. Po and the Five were trained to expect the unexpected, but what in all of China could've prepared them for the odd turn of events that were soon to unfold. The first thing to herald this was signaled by the hasty pitter-patter of webbed feet.
All activity in the Training Hall ceased as a small black goose
KFP 3: Stripes of the Past Chapter 3All was peaceful within the Valley of Peace, placidity presided over the quaint little village housed within its protective border of mountains, all except for one particular place—Bao Gu Orphanage. It was there that chaos reigned. The entire place was under siege by an invading horde of bandits; crocodiles with their scimitars and tri-prong-tipped flamberges, wolves with their dadao swords and guandao spears, and clouded leopards with their blade-toothed fenghuo lun rings and butterfly swords. They shattered windows, bulled down doors, smashed walls, whatever they could do to enter the building. They raided the halls, ravaged rooms and harassed the helpless orphans and caretakers with harsh threats and interrogations that the baffled victims could not answer, for they knew nought of what these bandits wanted.
The apparent Commander of the crocs in the gang, who was larger and brawnier than the other crocs, was now ringing his claws around a sheep nurse's throat, shaking her viol
KFP 3: Stripes of the Past Chapter 2Tigress had spent a considerable length of time ruminating within the heart of the ironwood copse to a point where she sat down beneath the shade of a tree and assumed a meditating position, as she found herself lost in a deep reminiscence. Not long since the day her foster father, Master Shifu, had adopted her from Bao Gu Orphanage had she begun practicing the training method of punching ironwood trees. With their thick trunks and dense wood as hard as iron (hence their name), punching these trees was a torturously agonizing, bone-shattering form of training, but striving for all it was worth to grow up to be the best warrior she could be, Tigress knew that it would be worth it. It was originally founded by gorillas, but this form of training was adopted into Tiger Style training, for the tigers—being fierce, powerful and direct when it came to combat—strongly admired this training method, for not only did it help strengthen one's punches, it trained one to endure pain to a point wher
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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