Which pup do you want?: Terra Firma pup (2)
What would you name it?: Honey
What would its gender be?: female
Why do you want it?:
She is so cute! I love her pretty colors and wings,
And her little white mask! I want her to b friends with
Small Stone.
History/background/other:
I snuggled against Small Stone, shivering. It was so cold today!
Misha nudged me closer to her tummy, and wrapped her tail around me and Small Stone. Misha adopted us both when Small Stone was stolen as a pup, and when my birth mother died when I was very young. We live with a large pack of dogs and wolves, and most of us were found pups. I yawned, letting myself drift off into sleep.
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“Look! A butterfly! Like you, Honey!” Small Stone squeaked.
I fluttered my wings and grinned. “Yup! It’s a little butterfly! Lets follow it!” I raced off, with Small Stone at my heels.
We followed the butterfly into a valley. Suddenly, it flew up onto a flower.
We watched it drink nectar for a bit, and then watched it fly away.
“Lets go home.” I started, but Small Stone was already prancing away.
“come on Honey! Misha will be mad if she notices we aren’t in the
mouth of the cave!” Small Stone called. We ran home, and just as we were about to go into our cave, I crashed into Misha’s leg.
“Where were you!! I was worried sick that Dark Blade or a buzzard took you!
Do you realize that you could have been hurt!” Misha snarled.
We both apologized, and Misha Licked us “I forgive-“
She broke off as a loud screech came from nearby.
“oh no!” Misha gasped as a huge mountain lion shot out from the trees.
In a flash, Misha lunged at it, sinking her long fangs into its shoulder.
It turned around, and swatted her off like a bug. “RUN YOU TWO!”
Misha yelled as the Mountain Lion bit her throat. My blood ran cold.
I turned around so I wouldn’t see any more of the horrific sight.
I tried to block out Mishas screams of agony. I felt teeth around my scruff.
“Come on stupid!” Small Stones voice was muffled by my scruff.
She dragged me to a crevice and dropped me in, then jumped in herself.
We pressed together, and shook as Misha stopped screaming. I peered out of our hole, and saw Mishas, mangled and bleeding, lying a few yards away. The mountain lion was standing over her. It suddenly whipped around and raced towards the hole we were in. I ducked down again, and stifled a scream as a paw tryed to reach in the hole.
After a while, the mountain lion left for good. We waited for our
Pack members to find us. To our surprise, Misha wasn’t dead, but knocked out.
We found out that the mountain lion had followed us from the meadow to home.
Things could have been much, much worse...
What do you plan on doing with it?: A best friend and adopted sister for Small Stone
Art:
viewtopic.php?f=32&t=1194818viewtopic.php?f=32&t=1194919Have you adopted from us before?: Yup! –hugs Small Stone-