Username:
wesleydog
Kennel Number:
23
Name [of pet]:
Cub
Gender [of pet]:
Male ♂
Breed/Species [of pet]:
Bear Cub; Brown/Grizzly Bear
Personality [of pet]:
Curious.
Cub is very curious about his surroundings. If he hadn't been curious, he never would have found MooShem. He can't settle with the same old things over and over again. He has to have adventure! With out adventure, there is no fun. And without fun, there is no Cub. It suits him to be curious, and at times, it is hard for him to resist being curious when MooShem tells him to be focused.
Utterly adorable.
It's definitely a hard job being so adorable. He keeps his good looks coming, causing many people to fall in fascination over or love with him. It's hard to resist him at all times, and sometimes being so cute gets him exactly what he wants. Shooting anyone a look with big, sorrowful eyes can result in his being spoiled.
Sugary sweet.
At all times, Cub tries his best to be kind. He doesn't really enjoy fighting, though there is always that "sibling-like" rivalry that he welcomely has with MooShem. He includes everyone, and can get very emotional and sad about people being left out, or a broken toy. Small things can upset him and his tender attitude, and he can at times come across a bit bipolar. All in all however, he's just trying to fit in and be a normal cub, a good little brother, and a taekwondoist with great skill!
Fiery hot.
When Cub is made mad, he can get extremely angry. He is known to overreact, and he is definitely more than capable of lashing all of his anger out on MooShem or others. While he appears innocent, and really does give it his all to be good and sugary sweet, when he fails at it, he really goes down hard. I suppose that he believes that whatever he does, he must be the best at it.
Loyal.
Cub has an unfailing and unfaltering love for MooShem. He's loyal and protective of his "big brother", and he would never give up on him. This is why, in the beginning of his history, he visited Mother by day and MooShem by night. He could decide on solely one, for his loyalty and life was pledged to both of them.
Grateful.
Cub is rather pleased and happy with what he has. He tries to make do with anything, and in any situation he tries his very hardest not to complain. This is a hard task being so young and free-spirited, born wanting his own way. He has dealt with him and MooShem hitting rock-bottom, completely poor, as well as dealt with soaring to new heights. He is content in the situations, because he knows that if it's happening, the situation was meant for him.
Dedicated.
Cub is rather dedicated to his work as a martial artist, and he doesn't lack in dedication to being a free spirit, either. He looks at every opportunity happily, and hates to pass one up. He could never give up his work as either, as MooShem has brought him to love them so much, and has brought him to understand and know them more. Now Cub is beyond dedicated.
Cunning.
Being young, curious, and smart from seeing his surroundings and having a knowledgable mentor, Cub is well-trained in the art of being cunning. He likes to play harmless tricks on MooShem, and he could easily think up a sceme or plan. It's not hard for him to find a hiding spot in hide-and-go-seek, or to be creative and think up a story with an evil villian, mad scientist, or even better, King Kong.
Everything in one.
Cub is known to have many mixed emotions. Sometimes this prohibits him from showing his true emotion to anyone, and it seems to others that he may be shady. This, however, isn't at all true. He does his best to be rather open with other people, but it's hard for him to express more than one feeling at time. They get a bit jumbled and at times he may lash out for no reason.
Smarter than the average bear. ;D
Simply like Yogi, (obviously his predecessor xD), Cub is smarter than the average bear. Perhaps this gives him the ability to stay focused on MooShem and learn so quickly? However, it also gives him the ability to be so cunning...
Focused
Cub is very focused when MooShem tries to teach him something, even if he's itching with curiousity. He tries to hold a stance and catch MooShem's every words. At times it's hard, but he knows that he's nothing without focus.
Determined
Cub is more than determined to get every done and to do it right. He tries his hardest on everything and gives it one last push each time, because he really wants to do it well.
Background/History [of pet]:
Before Birth ~
Birch, Cub's Father: Birch is a loving male bear. He's sturdy and strong on the outside, but on the inside, he's very unsettle. He never can make decisions, and he always has trouble choosing between things. He doesn't know who he really is, and has a lot of confidence issues. He's the sort of guy from a girl-asks-boy-out sort of situation, because he'd never be able to choose whether or not to ask her. And of course, he'd never be able to build up the courage to ask her. Not knowing what to do can be rather hard in life, and he struggles all of the time.Fate, Cub's Mother: Fate is sort of a take charge bear. It wasn't a huge wonder that she ended up mating with Birch, as opposites attract. She's not a complete control-freak, no matter how much she enjoys being in charge, but she is a bit pushy to get her way at times. She's honestly pretty kind, just a tad more strict than her laid-back mate. It is sometimes a wonder just how he stole her heart away.It was a sunny day the day that Birch and Fate met. Some jokesters like to point out that it was fate that brought them together, and perhaps it was, figuratively and literally. Fate was simply walking along the coast border of where she lived, alone, without another being. It was then that she spotted another bear, rather handsome and strong looking.
She introduced herself, and seeing that he was a bit shaky, asked him to meet her again. They carried a nice relationship for a while, and Fate helped Birch make decisions while he was her strong protector. They eventually mated, but while Fate was full with cubs, Birch was too weak-minded to stay. He couldn't be the father that the kids would need, and he could no longer stay with Fate. And with that, Birch was gone. Then came the cubs, and Fate had to learn to deal with them on her own.
After Birth ~
I'm Cub. I'm a brown and grizzly bear cub, and my mentor is MooShem. Sometimes MooShem is my worst enemy, and other times, my best friend. He's just like a brother to me, but because he teaches me so many skills, he's even more than just that. Right now, I'm being trained in Martial Arts. He's my instructor and mentor, working hard to teach me the aspects of MooShem - empty mind, Enae - patience, and Choshem - beginner's mind. He teaches me different fighting and self defense techniques, so I'm ready to defend myself any and every day. I encourage you to read my story. ♥The sky darkened to a nice, deep shade of midnight blue. Cub, the wiggle worm of the litter, rolled around among his mother, two brothers, and one sister. He rolled into his sister, causing her to yelp, and his mother looked at him sternly. As soon as she saw his face, she softened. "Now, now, Cub," she said soothingly, washing his head with her tongue. He drifted off to sleep, only to wake up as soon as the licking stopped.
He had an odd pounding it his paws, and they seemed to be simply itching for exploration. He looked around him, seeing to it that he made sure that each of his family members was sincerely asleep. He looked around, carefully stepping, avoiding each sibling's tail and every piece of fur. Happy with success, he left the hollow where he could see each bear sleeping. He jumped slightly, losing his cool. Panicked at the noise that it made, he regained his composure, tiptoeing away. As he passed, he didn't pay much attention to anything. Every tree growing up from the ground looked the same, and every star in the sky seemed familiar. Without paying attention to anything at all, he stumbled into a hollowed-out log.
He panicked, completely losing his composure yet again. He scratched the sides of the log, his claws flailing. He hadn't any idea where he was, or why it had grown so dark. He was scattered-brained unsure of what to think. Like in any good success story, he spotted the light that was at the end of every tunnel. He stumbled out dizzily, the way he came in, and realized that he was a bit nasceous. He, in that small and terrifying bit of time and such a young age, had simply developed a strong fear of the dark. Pitch black dark.
The scare had put quite the damper on his mood, and suddenly he was feeling a bit irritable. It was good that he didn't have anyone to talk to at the moment, because he would have been extremely likely to have lashed out on them. He wandered along, almost scared to go back home, for fear that he would have to go back through the log. He would always have that sort of memory that just... traumatized him. Though a short period of time, it seemed to last an eternity. Confined spaces and pitch darkness together would always be his biggest fear.
Eventually, after another century or so of walking, at least in his young mind, he came upon a cave. He stared at it with bug-eyes. It seemed pretty fancy to him, especially compared to his cave at home. It was smaller, and crowded with a large family. The rock of this mysterious cave was shiny and new seeming, but his own's rock was more eroded and much older. Without a second thought, Cub entered the cave, automatically supposing it was vacant. It was so dark, after all, that he couldn't see anyone inside. He laid down near the entrance and closed his eyes, finally tired enough to get some sleep. And eventually, morning came.
Now you can imagine the alarm that MooShem experienced when he first noticed that there was a strange cub in his cave. However, his alarm was minimalized as I suppose you could say, from his avid experience of keeping his cool. For things like this were part of the reason that he trained himself so much. He needed to be able to handle everything in any situation.
After much debate in his head, he decided that it would be best to leave the young bear be until he awoke. Silently and quietly, MooShem stepped over his softly snoring body and walked out onto the lucious grounds right before the entrance of his cave.
Walking to the stream, MooShem thought of logical reasons to why there was a cub invading his cave. Was he lost? A run away? Did someone drop him off there? An orphan? Stolen? MooShem didn't know exactly what to believe for himself.
MooShem, finally reaching the stream, leaned over it. Not too far, however, so as to cast a shadow on the water's surface and alert the fish of his arrival. He scanned the insides of the stream, trying to decide which fish to go for. A fresh water trout or a tuna would be his best option, but what for the newcomer? He automatically supposed that the cub would be hungry, and would enjoy a large and delicious meal.
Reaching one paw down, then the other, he splashed in the water. His claws ripped through the thin skin into the meaty flesh of his first catch of the day. It was a wiggly silver fish with a blue tint. He flipped it onto the land, and picked it up with his mouth. He pierced it with his tooth and set it down a few feet away from the water. This way, it couldn't wobble it's way back into the water while struggling to survive. He certainly didn't want or intend to lose his yummy breakfast.
He traveled upstream, hoping to find a place where the fish were not disturbed from his previous splashing. Alas he found the perfect spot, leaving his other prey behind and intending to come back for it. Slowly, he tried a different technique. He bent over the water completely, showing his shadow on purpose. The fish that he had his eye on, a slightly reddish colored one, panicked, and attempted to swim away. He swam right into MooShem's awaiting claw, and he snatched it up eagerly. He turned around, however, to find that to his dismay, a fox was running off with his prey.
Running at top speed, rather fast if you were wondering, despite the slight hobble from his injured leg, he chased after the fox. He intended for both him and his guest to have an absolutely delightful dinner. Grabbing hold of the fox's tail as soon as he was near enough, and slicing at it with his claws, he stepped forward. The fox slowed down, yelping in pain. However, his mouth did not open wide enough for the fish to slide out.
MooShem stepped on his tail, and finally, the fox dropped its prey. As he was struggling to escape, MooShem unsheathed his claws once more, allowing them to run a bit along the fox's side as he left. That ought to teach him not to come back.
With the red fish still in his mouth, he picked up the blue as well. He trailed back to his cave quickly, hoping to catch the youngster before or as he awoke from his long sleep.
Now you can also imagine how alarming and uncomfortable it must have been for Cub to awake in a new territory, broad daylight, with a strong and willing warrior standing over him, having a fishy smell to him. Cub immediately jumped up, giving a hiss and a failed attempt at a growl, puffing up his chest. "Back off!" he yelped.
MooShem gave him a smirk and a funny look, wondering what on earth the youngster was playing at. "You know," he said. "You ought to be more careful of whose den you wander into at the middle of the night. What if I was an evil bear? Or perhaps sort other sort of vicious creature?" he questioned wisely.
"I - I dunno," said Cub. Confidently, he continued speaking. "'Guess I'd just hafta fight him off with my skills!" he said squeakily.
"Easy there," replied MooShem. "Empty mind," he whispered to himself. He looked at the youngster, then handed over the blue fish. "I faught off a fox for this one," he said, "so you better enjoy it."
Cub's eyes widened greatly as he heard MooShem. "Wow," he said to himself. He eagerly took a large bite of the fish, savoring its flavor. Back home it was bark, leaves, and the occassional berries. This was living.
Breakfast between the two of them was awfully silent. The silence carried this certain sort of awkardness to it. The kind that was given off when no one knew what to say in the presence of someone they hardly knew. That silence was, however, broken, and Cub noticed MooShem's leg and piped up another comment. "Woah," he said, his eyes bugging out of his head. "How did that happen?" he asked curiously.
"Oh," MooShem sighed, thinking back. "It's nothing really," he said humbly. "It's just an old battle scar..." he drifted off.
"Really? Nothing? I'd like to think of it as something. You have skill! What are you? Some kind of ninja or something?" Cub said overexcitedly.
"Naah.." said MooShem. "Nothing of the sorts," he finished, chuckling. "Though I am a martial artist," he considered.
"Can you teach me?" Cub asked eagerly.
"Ohhh..." MooShem thought, desperately trying not to give in. "I'm a bit rusty, but I don't think it could hurt anything. Why not? All right. I'll do it. Meet me each day at seven," he said. And after that, he sent Cub back home. On his way out of the cave, Cub called back, "Oh! I'm Cub, by the way! What's your name?" he asked.
"MooShem!" the old bear yelled back. "You think you remember the way back?" he asked.
"Sure," called Cub, walking away.
MooShem, he thought. How odd.
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The walk home wasn't particularly eventful. He avoided the log this time, going around, and that was the most exciting thing that happened. But home, home was eventful. Boy was Momma ever happy to see Cub! She rejoiced, feeling as if she'd lost and found something. For the day, instead of having bark and leaves, Momma allowed each of the cubs to go off and find a bush of berries. They ate better as a family than they had since the cub's birth. The enjoyed last bite.
After lunch, Cub, and his siblings, Rock, Moon, and Dex, played tag. Dex always seemed to be it, though each of the other cubs was it a few times. Tag got boring after awhile, and they decided on an adventure. The wandered into the forest, and imagined. They pretended first that they were abadoned on an island, just the four of them. They acted things out and used various forest items as props. After wards, they laid back and made shapes out of the clouds, and after that, they imagined what a cloud might feel like. Then, what it would feel like to be a cloud. After the long day, each and every one of them was tired. They went back to the cave, meeting their momma, who then brought them dinner and tucked them into bed early, a result of them yawning like crazy. Moon protested, claiming she wasn't tired, but was the first to fall asleep. And as soon as momma laid down and slept, Cub made a run for it. He knew he was late, but just how late?
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Cub arrived in MooShem's den, panting.
MooShem turned around. "You're late," he said.
Cub started into a story, his words mixing together. "I'm so sorry. My momma wouldn't go to bed and I thought she would never fall asleep and I couldn't just sneak out without her noticing and and..."
"It's okay," MooShem said with a gentle laugh. "I understand," he said. "But training must start now."
MooShem first took him to the stream. He taught him his first two techniques to fishing. Cub struggled at first with it, but afterwards, he got it. He was determined to remember how to do it so that he could catch something for Momma and the others back home. After the fishing section of the training, Cub had caught many a fish. Seven to be exact, and from many different areas of the stream.
"Well done," MooShem said afterwards, helping Cub carry his fish back to the cave. "Next we will do running." He demonstrated his speedy hobble run after every last fish was transported to the cave. "Now you try," he said encouraging him. "But without the limp."
Cub tried his best, running and being speedy. MooShem had only now started him on the basics, and he was hoping that he was doing a good job of getting the hang of it.
After having him run a few times, MooShem looked at the sky. "Ahh.." he murmured. "That's all for today," he said. "Get some rest. You have to start back early in the morning to arrive home and sleep for a bit longer before your mom wakes up."
And with that, pleased with the days work, and utterly exhausted, Cub fell right to sleep, next to MooShem, with a little "put-put" snore that met the rising and falling of his chest.
After a few hours of rest, MooShem prodded Cub. "Hurry now!" he said as Cub began to get up. "You must leave. Now." MooShem stared at him, willing him to go. As he finally turned, MooShem called out to him. "Goodbye!" he yelled.
Cub turned and looked over his shoulder. "Good bye," he said. "And thank you!" And with that, he walked out.
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A few weeks, perhaps months, passed in a similar fashion. Mother and siblings playing by day, and a fascinating dinner and training with MooShem by night. Sometimes they had talks, too. They talked about some of their favorite things, different techniques, and MooShem started to teach Cub some of the Korean terminologies. Over the time, however, MooShem, being wise, but not terribly old, changed. One in the beginning of the story would think he was a wise old boring bear near death. But as he grew to know Cub, he became only a shell of the old MooShem. He was laughing all of the time, only serious during portions of their training sessions. He would play around and seemed much younger and less intimidating now. Perhaps it was just his personality to need to know someone before he really changed. Either way, things were the same, and not much different happened. Until one day...
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It was early morning, and Cub was traveling back home to sleep for a few more hours before his family woke up. As he was about to enter the hollow, and noticed the emptiness of it, just the feeling and lack of noise, he knew immediately that something was wrong. Had his mother woken his siblings early to take them down to wash and notice that he was gone? Were they nearby looking for him? He only knew that they were not there, and immediately he was worried.
He searched the scene a bit more. Maybe they were hiding, or perhaps they were nearby? But all Cub saw, was nothing. Nothing useful at all. As the new day grew from dark to a much lighter sky, Cub searched harder. Until finally he assured himself that they were nowhere nearby. But what he saw as he began to sit down, was what alarmed him most. Things would never be the same.
You see, his mama had a system that she'd taught the cubs from birth. As they were growing, she'd constantly repeat it. If there were danger or trouble, or if a bear and/or it's family needed to leave it's home, and didn't plan to return, they'd leave three clean scratch marks on the tree on the right side of their cave. This was in case the family had moved out while a cub was missing, or the cubs needed to leave while their mother was away. And there on that tree, were a sore sight to any eyes. Three clean scratch marks and the absence of the rest of Cub's family said it all. They were gone, and they didn't plan to return.
If the past few months had not happened, Cub would probably run around, near and far, in search of his family. But now, more open minded, and knowing another place to turn to, his first thought was one of wondering why they left. There was obviously some sort of danger, and Cub could have sworn he heard snarling. Without another thought, but one of MooShem, he began to run back to the direction from which he came. He would have a home still. At least, until he found his family.
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"MooShem! MooShem!" he screamed, coming into the clearing. Hearing the panicked commotion, MooShem came out of his den. The cave looked as it always did, bright and beautiful. "What is it?" he asked, pounding his paws on the ground. "Are you okay?" he asked, seeing the dirty cub looking battered and sad. Though he seemed emotional, staying true to his personality, Cub was unbeliveably calm in what seemed to be a very tough situation. "What is it?" he repeated, this time softer.
"My momma," Cub whispered, panting out of breath. "She took my siblings. They're gone," he managed to get out.
"Come on in," MooShem said. "Let's have something to eat." He looked around his cave, already brainstorming possible solutions to the problem. Sitting down, and laying a fish and a few berries in front of each of them, he began to once again speak. "So, do you know where they went?" he asked. This would make the situation much easier.
"Well..." said Cub, slightly distracted and disoriented, "I think I spotted some footprints. But she left the danger signal," he said, getting a bit jumpy. "What if whoever it is is still watching? I don't want to die!"
"Relax," said MooShem. In another situation he'd chuckle or lean in to tickle Cub after saying those words, but this one was too dire. "You know martial arts, as do I. I'm sure we can work something out to defend ourselves," he said, smiling.
Cub hit MooShem playfully, with a tad smile. Then his face turned serious again. "Stop," he said. "Don't make fun. I may never see my momma again."
"Oh, you will," MooShem said. "If I have anything to do with it."
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Cub's stomach growled and bellowed as he stumbled over rocks and stepped on cracky twigs. "Ugghh.." he grumbled and moaned as he went along. He had hardly touched the food during his meal with MooShem earlier, and now he was in much pain, each of the pads on his paws rather cut. MooShem had taken him back to his old cave, the journey only beginning. Now they'd been walking for an hour in the same direction. The direction Cub had thought his momma and the others went. "Maybe they didn't go this way," he said, discouraged. It seemed as if they had been walking on for decades, pointlessly. Not a spot of fur, a trail of footprints, or a person that had seen them had been found. Now Cub's stomach twisted with more than just hunger. Anxiety, worry, and sickness filled the empty spots that had been painless seconds before.
"Hey, hey," MooShem comforted, noticing that the young bear was beginning to get grumpy and worried. He lightly messed up the scruffy hair on top of Cub's head. "We haven't been walking long enough yet," he said quietly.
"Ugggghhhhh!" Cub moan-screamed. "Can we puh-leeeeaasse rest? I'm tired!" His bad mood had been caused by a multitude of things, and he just need sleep. And now.
"All right," said MooShem, stepping to the side. "Then we'll stop. Early next morning, it's bark and berries, and then we need to walk again. If all proves unsuccessful, we'll head back. There are plenty of other ways she could have gone with them."
"Okay," mumbled Cub. "Okayyyy..." he drifted off, immediately falling asleep.
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Morning seemed to come on all too quickly. Cub grumbled for the hundredth time on their trip, rolling over as MooShem patted his shoulder and softly spoke. "Cub. Cub. Wake up. We need to go, Cub. If they get too far ahead of us, we'll never find them."
Regrettingly and complaining, Cub stood up. "Let's go."
Stripping bark off of trees, and picking berries as they went by, the two made progress. They walked a few miles in almost complete silence, the occasional grunt of Cub or a moan of pain with his hobbling leg from MooShem. They made great companions, and the journey was going pretty well. They eventually took a rest break, and that was when the silence was broken. "Soo..." said MooShem. "I think we should turn around. This journey's been great, but it's obvious she's not here. We need to hurry back before she gets too far into another territory and we can't find her."
Cub looked up at his mentor. "What if we just headed left or right from here? It would eventually turn out the same way, right?" he asked. He hoped it wasn't a stupid suggestion. To his relief, thankfully, MooShem decided it wasn't.
"I like it," he said. "Let's do that," he said as a follow-up, turning left.
I'm not sure I remember the way back from here completely anyhow, he thought, taking deep breaths to clear his mind and cool down his body.
As MooShem walked, he practiced techniques that he hadn't done in years. He stumbled a bit in his jumps and landings, and he attempted to practice some claw sort of things on 2 legs. He wobbled quite a bit, and it took everything in him to keep his balance. Cub noticed, and smiling, he tried to mimic MooShem's every move. It was funny. Sort of like he was teaching him, but without even trying. After the training he'd had before, Cub automatically cleared his mind and kept taking deep breaths as he walked. It took his mind off of the pain, and before he knew it, it was dark. He noticed the navy blue sky and found that they surrounded by forest. It appeared that they'd be sleeping in the starlight again tonight. But surprisingly, as Cub fashioned a bed for himself and laid down, he found that he wasn't tired enough to sleep. He got up and paced, and then laid back down. Thoughts flashed through his mind, and he began thinking thoughts. Thinking hard. It was all so crazy. His mother and his siblings, most every that he'd never known, had left him, gone away, and now he was on a crazy journey with his three legged mentor. It just wasn't imaginable. It had never felt so... real. Curling tight into a ball, suddenly a was of sleep fell over him. And thankfully, he slept the whole night through.
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The morning was kind to them, coming a bit late, and a little darker than normal. The thing that was not nice to them was the weather. MooShem paced around with anxiety, seeing why the sky was darker this morning than any other. Storm clouds. He did, however, eventually come to a conclusion, because Cub had left him alone to think. "Okay," he said, not sure if Cub was listening or not. "We'll keep heading left and try to find a cave. If all works out, we'll sit the storm out there. And afterwards, we'll have to head back right, to the place where we first came to on this journey. We'll sleep there again, and then head right. And after that..." he stopped there. He wanted to say that they would head home, but that would make it sound like there was no chance that they'd find Cub's family. "Oh.." he said, embarrassed. "Nevermind." But Cub didn't seem to notice.
Until then. He looked up, teary-eyed. He was a mess. "We're not going to find them, are we?" he asked.
MooShem looked into his eyes and shook his head. "I don't know," he said honestly, closing his eyes. "I don't know."
Cub turned away sadly, too upset to do any sort of moves. Of course, MooShem wasn't doing any either, so there wasn't anything to mimic. It was a rather touchy moment. The two suddenly sped up, hearing the crashing boom of thunder, close on their stubby tails.
They half walked and half ran, seeing nothing but endless trees everywhere. They pouted a bit as they looked, and just as they lost absolutely all hope in it, they found a cave. It was very dark grey, near black, with white specks on the top. It looked a bit worn, but it was protected rather well by trees, so it still had a bit of a new shine to it. Not sure what to expect, the pair of them walked in, hair on ends and sticking up with fright after the loud bang of thunder they'd heard earlier. Not more than a second after their feet hit the ground did the rain start. And boy, did it pour! But alas, they weren't alone. MooShem noticed a rather large bear looking over them. Scared and ready to fight, MooShem spun around and unsheathed his claws, alerting Cub. What would happen next?
The bear, however, only looked down and laughed. "Help yourself," he said, stepping into better light. Cub looked up at him, more than slightly terrified, and the stranger noticed. "Don't worry," he said. "I'm not going to eat you. You're welcome to stay here until the storm passes."
The bear walked into the center of the cave, then sat down. Feeling a bit more comfortable, MooShem and Cub went a bit farther into the cave. Before any of them knew what was happening, though, the stranger bear, Oshin, was sitting around as they neared him, telling stories and tales. After some loud thunder and dangerous close lightning, the storm was over. MooShem and Cub left, Oshin bidding them farewell, and MooShem thanking him for the dry place and nice time. And then, they turned back around.
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Back in the open area where they'd slept the first night of their journey, Cub began to get emotional again. Why did it all have to be like this? If they didn't find Momma and his siblings, then what would happen to him? Would MooShem take him in? If so, would Cub like that? Be okay with that? He determined that he would.
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The next day, they headed right, hoping that it would reap good luck. But rather, on this part of their travels, there were several open roads that the humans used. MooShem had to teach Cub to cross them, though he hadn't any desire to. However, the hardest part by far was when they had to go through the river, or maybe even the time when they had to go through the neighborhood of human dens and caves, at least, as they saw them to be, and had to climb over and under fences. But either way, with Momma or not, Cub dreaded going back, and MooShem felt the same way. Exiting the mouth of the fence that the two had just squeezed under, Cub looked ahead. "You know," he said. "Thanks, MooShem." He hadn't thanked the strong and able bear for taking him on all of the travels, attempting to help find his mother. "But you know? If you wouldn't mind another bear in the house, I think we can turn around now. Momma's gone, and she's not coming back."
MooShem, struck with awe, ran towards Cub, swooping him into a big "bear-hug". Cub tucked himself in, enjoying every second of it. Almost silently, he whispered, "Brother."
The two turned around, and the whole time that they walked, MooShem prodded Cub, making sure that he was really done looking for his momma. When Cub had said yes about a hundred times, MooShem finally gave it a rest. The play wrestled during one of their "rest" stops, though not resting, and somehow they traveled through the night, finally making it back to, yet again, the hollow of the first night. This time was their third.
Tired enough to pass out, they collapsed.
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Late in the afternoon of the next day, Cub was finally the first to wake up. Prodding MooShem about five times, and preparing to take off, he hollered, "Tag!" He ran in circles, messing around, until finally MooShem got up and launched into his rather fast hobble-run. Cub ran forward, in the direction of MooShem's cave, hoping that the tag would make them walk faster and time go faster. Perhaps, if they went at a descently quick pace, they'd make it back by sun-down. Tagged, Cub sagged to the back, and then began chasing MooShem.
After a few times of each of them being tagger, they took a breather, utterly exausted and quite out of breath. It was only then that Cub realized that they were already halfway back to his old home, one third of the way back to MooShem's and... he gulped, trying to accept the fact.. his home. It was that he dreaded living in a fancy cave with MooShem, but more so that to live there, he had to accept that his old life was gone. Forever.
"Come, let's go!" he yelled, a new energy found. He jogged to the top of the hill they were on, then went back to a slow walk until MooShem was again by his side. He sped his walk up, slightly.
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At nightfall, the pair of them finally arrived.
Home, Cub thought, taking a deep breath to calm down and empty his mind as he was taught.
Home sweet home.Use [for pet]:
Each time I see one of Cady's creations, I immediately fall in love. It takes everything to hold me back from applying, and once again, I couldn't help but give in. The minute I saw this guy and acknowledged how much he took my breath away, the realization that I just had to go for him struck me. I'm definitely eager to try out a newer style of forms for me on him. :3 My beloved fursona,
MooShem, is the only bear that I have. He is in representation mostly of my TaeKwonDo life, a free, yet well-disciplined spirit. I feel as if Cub would be the perfect companion for him. They'd be the closest thing to brothers.
I opened this adoption agency to find needy characters great homes. c; I feel like Cub is one of the greatest things that this place has to offer, and I cannot keep myself from saying that.
I'll gladly add him to my characters thread and use him for the SCAA roleplay. I may be interested in finding other roleplays for him, and his buddy MooShem, and he'll be a subject and center of mass fanart. ;D
Other:
Likes
Berries & Meat
Cub absolutely loves the dancing flavors of meat and berries on his tongue and tastebuds. Some of his favorite memories are hunting with MooShem and bringing home a ton of delicious meat, or going berry picking on a sunny day. He loved the textures, suitable for eating, and he gladly would eat meat and berries alone, every day.
Light
To Cub, light is extremely welcoming. He's able to play and see, and most everything is exactly what it looks or feels like. Things are all the more real in the day light, but just because he likes light, doesn't mean he likes heat.
Empty Minds
To have a full mind means that you cannot learn any longer. This would be a shame, and Cub will have no part of it. He prefers to keep and open and empty mind, ready for new thoughts. Perhaps a
mooshem, translating to empty mind, or a
choshem, beginners mind. He was taught well by MooShem on these aspects, and plans to keep an open and empty mind towards his training.
Storms
Cub loves the natural effect of storms and rain. The loud thunder is very interesting to listen to, though at times he doesn't expect it, and jumps in fright. The lightning looks absolutely amazing, and he really doesn't mind it or get scared by it, so long as he doesn't get struck by it. The rain is amazing, and whether a sprinkle or a torrential down pour, it's great fun to go outside and play in it, and splash in the puddles afterwards.
Exploring
Cub loves next experiences and new places. This leads him to absolutely adore adventuring. Either he was made for adventuring, or it was made for him. It's the perfect food to feed his hungry curiousity, and each time after training sessions, his insists that on their hunting adventures and when they're just out and about that MooShem takes him exploring.
Dislikes
Bark & Leaves
Though he's generally content with and grateful for everything, one thing that he absolutely cannot stand when he and MooShem are enduring a "poorer" time in eating bark and leaves. They are far from the delicacies of meat and berries, and he is forced to eat them whenever their turf is fruit and meatless. Bark annoys him with the crunchy, terrible texture and the bland taste. Leaves are no better. They're too soft, and they taste of water and greens; virtually nothing. Both are hard to digest, and he simply cannot live on such horrid things.
Dark
Other than the peaceful darkness during storms, Cub doesn't care at all for darkness. He's a bit afraid, because nothing is ever as it seems in the night. He didn't develop this fear or hate until after he went through the log, nearly blinded in the darkness.
Stress
It's always much harder to do things with pressure, and that applies stress. Cub isn't very good at working with stress, and he is very itchy and capable of lashing out whenever he feels pressured or stressed.
Giving up
A quitter never wins. That is one of Cub's favorite sayings, even as a stubborn cub. He can't stand people and animals that continuously quit. It's such a bother to him that they even began if they were just going to quit shortly afterwards. Cub does his very best to avoid quitting at all costs. He'll always keep at martial arts, too.
Obstacles
While obstacles throughout life, figuaratively and literally, are at times helpful, they are mostly just mass distruction. Nothing better than that. Cub hates all sorts of obstacles, good or bad, as they keep him from going where he wants to go.
Favorites
Favorite Food: Berries (Or meat. Especially poultry and deer or mullberries and wild strawberries!)
Favorite Holiday: Christmas! (The snow is on the ground and I can always expect presents!)
Favorite Bug: Caterpillars and Worms!
Favorite Weather: Rain Storms! (Especially with thunder and lightning)
Favorite Friend/Company: MooShem (My best friend, teacher, mentor, and pretty much a big brother to me. ♥)
Favorite Animal [besides self
]: Chicks!
Favorite Season: Autumn/Fall (I love when the leaves turn orange! Perfect temperature, too! Not too hot; not too cold!)
Favorite Color: Orange
ArtI drew this picture myself. :3 It's headshot picture of Cub with his scarf on, surrounded by his favorite things.
(Top left: Chicken leg for "meat"; bottom left: strawberry for "berries"; top right: lightning bolt for "storms"; bottom right: light bulb for "light".)
Click on picture for a bigger image. ;D
This was a sketch that I colored in of MooShem and Cub together. I thought it was adorable, and quite fitting, but it was terribly hard to color. D: Lines by wolferyna.
Here's sort of a reference. Lines by Cougar28; this was colored in as well. :3
Lines by Blue Rain. Yet another color in. :3
Drawn by me with mouse. :3
His scarf. (Drawn by me)
Keep this here. :'D
