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Terrowin, Artwork & Literature © Me (FaIIenShadows )
Mentions/borrowed KingKinu 's Knox & Esther ♡
ViriZona 's Odetta ♡
Tickisha 's Sebastian ♡
For EmpiresBeforeClans

Part II of Terry's belated cub assignments, but slowly getting around to them all! The boy is making his move 8)
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Have your cub exploring the city.

In the shadow of the last few chaotic hours, the silence now was near deafening and sleep refused him. Some sounds still bounced between his ears, like lost echoes. A scream, a crash, the toll of a bell...Terry shook his head in irritation, but the ringing persisted.

He curled his claws in frustration. In a heartbeat, his world had turned black; ripped from him in a torrent of sound, flames and smoke. Now, nothing felt familiar. All his carefully practices routines, scents, routes....it was all ash and dust now.

The youth forced himself to swallow back his resentment. There was no use stewing, after all, there was no undoing what had been done. But he could adapt.

He must.

Setting his jaw determinedly, Terrowin got to his paws. He picked his way carefully between Sebastian and Odetta's tangled limbs, pauing by his mother's side. He winced at the wheeze in her shallow, sleeping breaths. He knew the story, of how her father had once had to rescue her from her burning home. He still heard her coughing somtimes, a remnant of her brush with death, but there was something dark and foreboding in the sound now.

His ears swivelled to focus on the less raggared breaths of his brother and sister; their coats still smelt of smoke and oil and something else....blood? A mixture of pity and fury formed a hard ball in his throat at the unfairness of it all.

His family, his mother. His caring, compassionate, adoring mother. His rock, the very ground beneath his paws. Alone and hindered but never faltering. Here, despite it all. She didn't deserve this. His siblings didn't deserve this...they deserved to feel safe. Guarded and protected behind their own walls, not forced to hesitate before rounding every corner or cast a glance up at the sky at every fleeting shadows.

Terrowin tucked his head and rested his note to Sora's flank, turning her words over in his head. We'll get back what is our.

Straightening, the snow cheetah let the evening breeze pass of his tongue until he pinpointed his target. Silently, he stretched out a single paw and prodded it against the snoozing figure. He ehard the brush of fur and the shifting of breath as his sister was drawn from sleep. "Esther," He breathed, crouching before her. "I need your help."
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Terrowin refuses to let the destruction of his city drive him back and, with the help of his sister, embarks on refamiliarising himself with the streets, walking every path, brushing every wall until he could run the alleys in his sleep. He would not be defeated, he would not be rendered redundant. They were survivors, they would change with their world.

This was far from over.

Description

Terrowin, Artwork & Literature © Me (FaIIenShadows )
Mentions/borrowed KingKinu 's Knox & Esther ♡
ViriZona 's Odetta ♡
Tickisha 's Sebastian ♡
For EmpiresBeforeClans

Part II of Terry's belated cub assignments, but slowly getting around to them all! The boy is making his move 8)
---
Have your cub exploring the city.

In the shadow of the last few chaotic hours, the silence now was near deafening and sleep refused him. Some sounds still bounced between his ears, like lost echoes. A scream, a crash, the toll of a bell...Terry shook his head in irritation, but the ringing persisted.

He curled his claws in frustration. In a heartbeat, his world had turned black; ripped from him in a torrent of sound, flames and smoke. Now, nothing felt familiar. All his carefully practices routines, scents, routes....it was all ash and dust now.

The youth forced himself to swallow back his resentment. There was no use stewing, after all, there was no undoing what had been done. But he could adapt.

He must.

Setting his jaw determinedly, Terrowin got to his paws. He picked his way carefully between Sebastian and Odetta's tangled limbs, pauing by his mother's side. He winced at the wheeze in her shallow, sleeping breaths. He knew the story, of how her father had once had to rescue her from her burning home. He still heard her coughing somtimes, a remnant of her brush with death, but there was something dark and foreboding in the sound now.

His ears swivelled to focus on the less raggared breaths of his brother and sister; their coats still smelt of smoke and oil and something else....blood? A mixture of pity and fury formed a hard ball in his throat at the unfairness of it all.

His family, his mother. His caring, compassionate, adoring mother. His rock, the very ground beneath his paws. Alone and hindered but never faltering. Here, despite it all. She didn't deserve this. His siblings didn't deserve this...they deserved to feel safe. Guarded and protected behind their own walls, not forced to hesitate before rounding every corner or cast a glance up at the sky at every fleeting shadows.

Terrowin tucked his head and rested his note to Sora's flank, turning her words over in his head. We'll get back what is our.

Straightening, the snow cheetah let the evening breeze pass of his tongue until he pinpointed his target. Silently, he stretched out a single paw and prodded it against the snoozing figure. He ehard the brush of fur and the shifting of breath as his sister was drawn from sleep. "Esther," He breathed, crouching before her. "I need your help."
---
Terrowin refuses to let the destruction of his city drive him back and, with the help of his sister, embarks on refamiliarising himself with the streets, walking every path, brushing every wall until he could run the alleys in his sleep. He would not be defeated, he would not be rendered redundant. They were survivors, they would change with their world.

This was far from over.