Username: bunnoblizzard
Cat Name: Thistlebone
Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Clan: ≋O≋c≋e≋a≋n≋ ≋C≋l≋a≋nAge: 2 years + 8 moons
Prompt: Thistle, a measly, skinny kit squirmed as a large, snarling shadow crossed over her, baring its teeth. A cream-colored wolf-dog with light and strong scarring all over his body. The scary scarred wolf-dog's jaws were about to finish off poor, defenseless Thistle. When a watching pup from his pack and mother stepped forward. Somehow, her defiant, angry bark held one word. Stop. The cream wolf-dog looked up, pricking his ears in confusion and slight anger at her protest. The pup squeaked a little more nervously at defying his leader, his littermates hanging back also a little nervous. The alpha wolf-dog held his mate's and pup's gaze for a long moment, then he let out a long, slightly irritated sigh.
He turned his gaze to the shivering kitten, grabbing his scruff gently, and passed Thistle to his mate who held him with a motherly aura around her. The slightly smaller, sweet mother lighter cream wolf-dog cleared her throat and set him down in the den after a bit of walking, "I Lily. You?" She croaked, attempting to speak cat. Thistle felt safe in her comfort and trusted her, "I'm Thistle." He squeaked as the pups curled up beside him as if he had been a cream wolf-pup like them his entire life. "Good. I want protect Thistle, okay?" She told him gently, licking his cheek as if he were one of her pups. Thistle purred against her affectionate gesture and she curled up beside him and her pups.
Thistle never forgot her and one of her pup's kindness that day. Something strong that rested in his heart forever and always. He found the next morning that the pup who first spoke out for him was named Runt. Once he and Runt grew, he and Runt left to start their own packs. Runt and him traveled. A lot. Runt traveled with him until one day they both scented cats, a lot of them too. Thistle whole-heartedly bid farewell to his adopted kin, his heart aching. "Maybe... I'll see you again?" He asked faintly. Runt smiled warmly and touched his nose to his brother's, "Of course. See soon." He murmured and licked a tuft of fur on his brother's head. "Goodbye for now, brother." He told Thistle and without waiting for a response, lumbering away.
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I have a bad addiction for animal prompts lol