Username; TheSongOfTheStars
SC Pack;
Northern FireSC Gender; female
SC Name; Alatula
SC; Rank Scout and spy
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Prompt;
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Alatula fought the winds, her wings aching from the hours and hours of flight. She looked down, though she knew she wouldn't see the ocean or her island home. It was nothing more than a swirling mass of white. She looked up againt, just in time to see the cliffside rising out of the storm.
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Cold.
Dark.
Voices.
Pain.
Alatula slowly got to her feet, wings dragging against the ground and gingerly reached up a paw to touch her head. Instead of coming away sticky with blood she found it bound with some sort of leathery leaf. She blinked and realized the voices had stopped.
Looking around she found herself in a psuedo cave created by a thick tangle of roots and a collapsed tree trunk. Around her were several cats, far bigger than her, scarred and heavy furred. And they all turned to stare at her when she stood up.
"How do you feel?" One of them asked, shambling closer. Their voice was husky with a rough accent, but somehow still feminine.
Alatula shrank away "Where am I?"
Another one stepped forwards "In the Den home of the Pack of Northern Fire. Where are you from, little bird?"
"The Trembling Islands," she whispered "Do you know how to get back? I want to go home."
"Where is it?" The first one asked.
"In the chain of the Flowering Archepelego, in the band of the glowing ocean."
The two exchanged looks "What's an ocean?"

Alatula felt a cold jolt of fear and without thinking she went running out of the den and took to the air. It was frigid and she had to beat hard to gain any altitude but the higher she flew the further her heart sank. Nothing but white and mountains.
For hours she pushed her already agonized body to its limits. Until she came to a massive mountainside. She raced on a wind for too long. The stark stone was endless.
Then she tried to go. In a second she was met with a maelstorm of conflicting wind currents. She was slammed against the cliff and went tumbling down. The snow enveloped her in a freezing embrace. It took her a long time before she could dig herself out. Then with a nearly broken spirit she returned to the Pack of Northern Fire.
They accepted her back quietly with no more questions. She stayed hunkered in a dark corner for several days healing, then several days more, mourning the loss of her life. Until a tiny ball of fur came tottering to stand right in front of her.
"You gotta get up."
Alatula glared at the cub "Who are you?"
"Allrain. I'm part of your pack now."
"This isn't my pack," Alatula whimpered "It never will be."
"Well, are you leaving?"
"I can't."
"Then we're Packmates," Allrain said, then curled up against Alatula "Got it?"
Alatula closed her eyes and tears slipped out "Okay."
