Blossoms (Bellamy and Shenandoah)BellamyBellamy was still running, searching desperately for Shen. He’d seen it. He’d seen the reinforcements, and he knew they had lost, or were about to. Shen’s life was in danger because he knew what losing wars meant to the leader of the losers. His heart was pounding, and his own fear was preventing him from following any sort of scent trail she might have left behind.He stopped, panting heavily as he searched for any sign of her. She had to be somewhere in Vale still, and to his amazement, he found her. The young queen looked rough and had her head low, but he knew it was her. Bellamy sprinted towards her, holding his tongue against shouting to her in case there were any rebels nearby. The dark gray male skidded to a halt before her, still out of breath as he tried to warn her of the coming danger.“Shen, we’re losin’. We’ve got t’ be escapin’. Ye can’t be here when we lose.” He gasped.
A Father's Advice (Hawthorn and Alcatraz)HawthornMother barely let them leave the den.That much, at least, Hawthorn knew. She often paced about the mouth of it and ushered the pups back inside and, if they were allowed out, she kept an eye on them like a small hawk- much to his dismay. Hawke (hah) liked sitting outside in the sun, the warmth a sensation that made up for the fact all noises seemed to mute themselves upon waking up. In his dreams they were faint little sparks of sound, most quiet and offering little in the ways of entertainment, but they were comfortable. Sometimes he would wake up to the sound of his siblings yawning in their sleep or whining, but it was their closeness that allowed him to hear for all but a moment before it vanished.So when they were rough housing, as per usual, Hawthorn relished the feeling and vigor it brought into his little rounded body. His sense of smell seemed to be the strongest of them all with the lack of his ears, and he could pinpoint the moment one of his siblings jaws
Dog Fight (Knox and Domitius)KnoxWith a quiet sight, the dark-furred cheetah rested his head on his paws. His yellow-green eyes flicked over the camp, observing the activities from the shadows. He'd hardly been here a week, and everything was still so strange . It wasn't everything he expected it to be, but it also wasn't getting any golf medals either. So many thoughts coursed through his head as he lay there. Why had Lamia chosen this as her home? And Galieo too? How strange, how conflicting. He missed the city with its unique scents and sights. It was also strange to not have fought in a while. Back in Massilia he'd had matches at least twice a week. Knox rolled his eyes; he supposed the break was alright... But it felt so wrong.DomitiusDomitius was trotting through the camp, a baby deer clutched in his jaws, when a dark shape caught his eye. He paused, glancing over to see a dark cheetah resting in the shadows, his yellow-green eyes shining out from his sanctuary. Domitius recognized him immed
Red Troll and Bumbling Oaf (Basilius and Apennine)Basilius"And this, son, is the..."Basilius had his father were walking to the city wall. It was pretty early out, and he'd asked his father to show him a thing or two about the streets on his way to the wall. He'd learning some new things, but now, Basilius wasn't paying attention to a word his father was saying. He had already been in this part of the city, although he wasn't technically supposed to be there. It wasn't a huge deal, he wasn't hurt. The red bobcat ignored his father's lecture as they walked along. He focus was on everything else but the lesson. He was looking for something interesting. His father liked to go out on long unrelated side tangents before getting to the point, but Basilius had too much respect for his father to cut him off like he would to his peers.It was going to be a long walk to the city wall, hopefully something would happen between then and now.ApennineIt was a beautiful day in Massilia, not too hot or too cold, and Apennine t