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SkywardtheDragon

[SkywardtheDragon]

Butterball was hardly old enough to hunt his own prey when he became lost. It was too far back, and he was too young, to know the reason why. Did he wander off while his family desperately searched for him, to no avail? Were they killed in a great battle, or just preyed upon by Hearthoots? Did they abandon him intentionally, for a real or imagined defect?

He didn’t spend long living on his own, though; he was quickly caught by a hunting Storkie. He expected to be killed with a swift bite to the neck, but instead the cat picked him up by the scruff and carried him off! It was a long journey, filled with uncertainty, until he was dropped at the feet of a Storkie with an aura of grandeur around it. Metal was weaved into its fur, covering its claws and fangs, glinting in its eyes. It looked at him with hunger, but the intervention of a winged Storkatten stopped it.

He was named “Butterball” and was kept somewhat as a novelty. Once the Storkatten of Firsttown learned (very quickly with the help of the metal cat’s claws) that he was not food, they warmed up to him as a friend. Some even taught him how to go hunting for Hearthoots and other magical birds using magic.

Butterball suspects that even his current “friends” still prey on other Littlehearts, but he’s too afraid to confront them about it. At the very least, they make an effort to not kill any or present them as prey in front of him, which is good enough for now.