Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2015 3:39:34 GMT -6
my hands, they're strong
but my knees were far too weak
too stand in your arms,
"Momma! Momma!" The tabby ocicat in question curled her whiskers slightly in displeasure, the four young kittens always came in like this, asking to play a game or something, but they'd gone through that a while ago when they all came crowding in, pouncing on her tail and begging to go out and play outside. The young feline had relented and allowed them to roam nearby in order to gain some peace and quiet, making them promise not to go near the den on the clan side of the almost dried up river within the canyon they lived in. The kits had promised, leaving with giggles and instantly beginning a game of seek the object, a remake of hide and seek where they'd say to find a shiny pebble, red berry or something of the sort and head of in search of it. Such a game entertained them for hours on end, and it was safe enough. And so the she-cat had allowed herself to drift off for awhile, rather than keep an ear out for anything slightly concerning. And her reward? Four, no three panicked kits rushing into the den, fur fluffed up and eyes wide. Ticking off each of her kittens by name she suddenly doubled in panic at the one who was missing. The youngest. "Where's your sister? Where's Mira?!" she asked frantically, searching the horrified faces of the three. "We went to close momma!" lilac eyes flickered toward her other she-kit before flickering to one of two Tom kittens, the next one to speak. "Big doggy got her momma!" Fear courses through Nyara's body, paralysing her. Barely registering her surrounding, or the three kits, she rushed out of the den, pelting toward the river, taking it in her stride rather than using the crossing stones as she usually would have.without falling to your feet
With a whisk of her long ringed tail, Nyara races toward the area where the larger creature's den lays. Said creature was smaller than most, though very hostile. However he left the family alone so long as they stayed on their side of the river. Sort of a mutual respect. However, she threw all this away as she came in view of the scene her kits had stumbled upon. Finally regaining her bearings, the ghostly white feline crouches behind a rather well placed bush line and peers through the branches at the scene. The first thing she notices is the dog-like creature crouched over a rather still, small figure. "Mila..." she whispered, blinking back tears. Be strong! she scolded herself, preparing to retreat, there was no hope here, if she attacked then she would be killed as well, and what would that mean for the boys and Rita. The minute she turned her head to look back, Nyara spotted three small shapes entering the area. Turning pale, fearful eyes upon the three, her fears were confirmed as reality. Tossing all common sense out the window, the cat leapt over the hedge with unimaginable speed and stood over her kits. Her eyes narrowed into a glare as she hissed at the creature now eyeing up her children. Hackles up, the mother faces the large creature, and without moving a muscle, she murmurs a command to the three. "Run, and don't ever look back." she tells them sternly. "But, momma..." Nyara momentarily turns her fiery gaze upon them. "Go!" she commands fiercely, watching them shoot away, glad of the respect they held of her commands. The minute they were out of sight, the she-cat releases a fierce caterwaul of rage at the now pursuing beast and leaps into battle, tackling it to the ground.
Notes: Thought I'd give you the option to have Anemone join in or watch, or something else, up to you. I hope I'm aloud to post such a plot, heh, I didn't really check...
