Username: ArithMedic
Cat Name: Wolfie (temp name)
Gender: TBD
Rank: Pitten (pup+kitten)
Clan: Aether Age: baby (12 weeks-ish)
Prompt:Suda. A word said to mean heart in an ancient wolven language. It was also the name of a small creature, shivering pitifully in the snow. He pushed forward, no idea where he was going, but knowing he couldn’t turn back.
Memories kept him warm against the cold, although it was more likely hypothermia setting in and he was much too young to know it.
Memories of his parents, who he may never see again.
His feline mother fussing over him, cleaning his dirty fur after he rolled around in the mud.
His canine father barking a laugh as he got himself stuck in another ridiculous situation.
It was only the three of them in their cottage in the woods, but that was all Suda needed.
His mother, his father, and Suda, their precious heart.
It was all shattered that frighteningly cold winter, as if the weather were warning them or trying to protect them from their pursuers.
A violent knocking at the door had his mother shoving him into the hidden pocket under the floorboards. His father grabbed his weapons from the wall and barricaded the door with their meager furniture, but it wasn’t enough.
Six giant wolves broke through the door and easily overtook his father and mother, locking them in chains.
One of the wolves spoke. “Where is the boy? I can smell him!”
His mother sobbed hysterically, refusing to look towards the floorboards and instead forcing her gaze outside.
“The winter was too harsh for him, and he was weak. We buried him yesterday.”
The wolves tore apart the cottage but didn’t notice that the creaking floorboards contained a secret opening. Once they were sure no trace of Suda could be located, his mother and father were taken away.
Suda kept hiding until hunger drove him out.
Suda’s stomach growled against the howling winds that he limped head-first into. He could barely feel his paws but for the stones hiding beneath the snow digging into them. The torn-up cottage had barely any food left suitable for consumption, and he’d eaten all of it before setting off into the storm.
What else could he do? His parents were gone, and any scent trail left by their wolven captors was long blown away by the time he’d emerged from the floorboards. He didn’t have the skills to survive on his own, though. He could only hope that his blind wandering would take him to some form of civilization.
Ahead of him, something shone in the distance. Like a beacon of light in the shape of a cat, Suda surged towards whatever it is with renewed vigor. He cried out, no words escaping but yowls and mewls that he hoped broke through the current of wind and snow and sleet between them. The figure appeared to turn towards him.
Suda’s fatigue then caught up to him and he lost consciousness.
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Thorn grumbled about having to patrol the border in the violent snowstorm. All the others were tucked snugly in their beds with a roaring furnace to keep the knight’s quarters warm and cozy. She’d been unlucky enough to draw the short stick when they picked who would have to go out into the storm.
It was an allied border as well, somewhere they wouldn’t have bothered patrolling if not for the recent political unrest in their neighbor country.
A peculiar noise pierced through the howling wind, interrupting her grumblings.
She turned to look for the source, ready to summon her familiar if a threat should appear, but she only spotted a barely moving black dot amongst the white blanket of snow. The tracks behind it were quickly filling in from the thick sheets falling down.
Thorn moved closer to investigate and then began to run. Is that a kitten?! Her mind screamed, summoning her familiar to scoop her up and run faster as the black form stopped moving.
She reached down and grabbed the kitten by the scruff and told her familiar to run back to the quarters as fast as possible. Although the wind turned biting as they ran, she knew that the kitten would not survive if she took any longer to return. It might not yet survive regardless, its body already cold and motionless from fighting through the storm.
Her stomach twinged with worry as her own unborn infant seemed to squirm towards her charge.
Thorn held the kitten tightly to her body. They will survive. I will make sure of it.
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