▪ Username:t o o t h l e s s ;
Although you should know to call me Toothy :p
▪ Whelkon Name:Jinx
His name was origionally Mosterrato, but believing he was cursed because of his past, he renamed himself Jinx.
▪ Chosen companion?:A black and white rat called Kasell.
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S ▪ t ▪ o ▪ r ▪ y"Go!"
The words sliced through Jinx like the sharpest teeth he'd ever felt in his fur. Well, Jinx wasn't exactly his name. His name was Mosterrato, but he had rennamed himself, in his mind. He'd never had the courage to tell his father, but now, he'd be free to call himself whatever he liked.
Not that it was a good thing though.
Faced with the situation of leaving his father to die at the paws of their greatest enemy, the cougar. Rarely did they roam the forest, but they were pushed down south from the mountains to the forest.
Now they were trying to take the Whelkon's land.
"GO!"
"Dad!" Mosterrato squealed, and ran towards him as fast as he could, the wind and rain whipping at his eyes, making them sting. When he opened his eyes, it he was met by the scene he had dreamed of and dreaded.
His father was dead. Yet he could find no body.
He could only think of one thing; that the mountain lion had taken the body as prey. He could see smears of crimson blood trailing off into the distance, but not up to the mountains, he could tell. His nose told him that.
He found nothing left to do. His name was now Jinx, and he would have to live on his own: or so he thought at the time. Turning around, he walked slowly and forlornly in the opposite direction, a single tear sliding down his cheekbone.
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The small black and white rat sat on a root; forlorn looking on his face. His exile from his family replayed in his small brain:
the angry face of his father, the loud up-rousing voices from his many siblings and cousins: and the word "exile!" shouted by his father: whom he once loved. Now, he was the thing he hated most.A tear reached the corner of his eye, but before he could let it fall, he shook it away. Another replaced the tear that had been shaken away, and was triumphant in sliding. Misery raked at him, but all was replaced by fear as a larger looking, horse-dragon-wolf thing wandered towards him, but he was lookign at not him but something else. The rat turned around, and noticed ... nothing. The horse-dragon-wolf thing was staring at nothing. Then, when he looked at this creature again, he ntoiced tears falling down the furry cheekbones, staining his brilliant brown fur.
Curiousity drove the rat forwards. He stopped infront of the hooves, and shouted: "Hello up there! What are you? Who are you?" He tried to make it friendly, and hope he had succeeded.
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"Hello up there! What are you? Who are you?"The words echoed in Jinx's head, and looked around curiously, yet sadness in his eyes. Finally, he looked down, to see a rather small rat, black and white, staring up at him. He leaned down to take a closer closer look at the rat. Orr, he thought it was a rat: but it was confirmed when he saw it closer up. His favorite animal: it had been that same animal that had colonised together to help them find food.
"I am a Whelkon," He said proudly, and tried not to show the pain and grief of his loss. But it did not work.
"Why are you sad?" The rat asked.
Jinx couldn't answer: however, he found that the rat, too, was crying.
"What about you?" Jinx asked.
"I was exiled."
"Why?"
"Because ..." The rat paused there. "I ... well, I disobeyed my father's orders. Serverely."
"Oh. Well, I'm sad .. because ... my father just died. You surely must know there's a strange cat doing around ...?"
"Y-yes. That's what I am scared about. I'm alone now. No clan, no rally, nothing."
"I'm the same."
"Hey, erm, can I come with you? We'd be each other's company, and ... well, I need a friend."
"Of course!" Jinx replied, more than happy. "So do I." He smiled for the first time since his mother died.
"What's your name?" The rat asked.
"Jinx. Yours?"
"Kasell."
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