The Last Snow Lepoard...The Last

THE LAST SNOW LEOPARD
There were many of us and we bred, hunted, and fed altogether in harmony.  It was a very cold winter, and we enjoyed it very much. We saw cubs fool around and play. We saw adults fight fiercely and pursue deer. We lived in an icy, chilly den. As the moon rose like a diamond in the sky at night, we returned sleepily, to our den. The stars were like sapphires and rubies the size of a grain of sand. Many of us were still sleeping when the sun came up. The sun was as yellow as fresh egg yolk. The blue sky had almost no clouds at all. The sky was as blue as the sea. This day would need a lot of hunting, I knew that. The Cubs were crying, and they had no meat to keep them full. We wandered around the snow desert, hoping to find some fresh prey when suddenly we heard thunderous yelling.  We raced to our den, as swiftly as our feet could carry us. We were terrified by the sound and the destruction they were making. Squirrels skittered away, out of their holes in the trees. Moose had no chance, and we had no sign of our cousin Tiger. A gigantic fire started and burned the bushes, trees, and grass like a tornado. The smoke made the air very filthy. Some of us even dared to peek out and we could see fires, foundations of small huts, guns, and people. The people were coming towards us at a high speed. I panicked, fearing that we were going to be captured, but it was way worse than that.  We were hunted for our skin and meat. They were sold, and we could make out something they said, “They’ll never run out!” They made tall, ugly structures and turned a beautiful wildlife forest into a filthy, revolting town of ashes. The poison gas that came out of smoke stacks and cars was way too much for us. Soon, we were all unable to withstand it, as the humans got tired, they had left, leaving their mess behind them. As I looked at my vacant den, A prickly shiver went down my spine. I was the last snow leopard of them all.