She emits a small meow, then feels a large, reassuring tongue sweep over her head. Sensing more than seeing that its her mother, she relaxes. Her mother lets out a soft, pain-filled growl as she nudges the dead bodies of her other cubs. Looking at the only surviour of the birth, quite an odd little cub, her fur grayish-brown instead of white as it should be. Behind her she hears a dragging noise and a soft moan thats torture to her delicate ears. Looking behind her she sees the dying body of her mate, dragging itself to her and her cub. The cub, whom the mother named Gochita opens her small eyes for the first time, revealing orbs that are clear as crystal and blue as a sapphire. Seeing the large tiger dragging itself towards her she squeals and cuddles close to her mother. But her mother is looking at him as if the wounds were on herself. Gochita takes a hesitant, slightly stumbling step foreward as she sniffs at him with her tiny nose. A wave of memories hits her like a solid wall, this dying beast is her father. She whimpers as her father is close enough to place his massive paw over her trembling body and place a reassuring lick upon her head before he smiles at her mother with his long fangs. His eyes roll back in his head, his body goes limp....her father is dead.... Tears flow from her eyes over her soft white fur as she sees her loving mate die before her eyes. The cub, thinking its another of his games is nosing and nudging his lifeless body. A choir of satisfied and triumphant roars echo in her mind....they killed her mate....She grabs her cub between her jaws and begins carrying them away from the carcass, but Gochita starts to squirm and squeal for her father. The roars get nearer as Alethea breaks into a run, hiding in a forest for cover and frantically trying to teach her daughter how to survive. Gochita, being a quick learner, picks up the lessons like she knew them all her life. A snapping twig seems to echo forever in Alethea's head. Deep growls and roars echo about her. Her and her mother are surrounded. Alethea almost throws her cub protectively into the underbrush. The large, male tigers and female tigresses make themselves seen, baring they're fangs and exposing sharp claws. Alethea tenses, preparing to fight them all, her fur bristling, her own throaty growl rumbling in her chest as she flexes her own claws and bares her sabre-tooth tiger fangs. The enemy seems daunted by the long canines, but regain they're courage fast as one by one they jump on her, fangs glinting with ehr fathers blood, claws stained with it as well. Having pushed her daughter into the bushes at first smell of the vicious enemy, she knows that her precious daughter will live, even if she doesn't. Fighting back furiously, but gaining much damage, she begins breaking down Her graceful movements become clumsy. Her lithe body like lead. She falls and the tigers take this to theyre advantage, snapping they're maws at ehr throat and cutting off her breathing.....within seconds, the once powerful and beautiful Alethea died. Gochita saw from the underbrush, the ambush on her mother, the hungry Tigers tear at her flesh. She sat there, quiet, staring in a horrible fascination at the downfall of Alethea. Her fur paled to white at the sight of her mothers blood making large pools on the ground, the terror and pain filled cries echoing through her head. She closed her eyes and shuddered. Upon they're opening, a raging fire burned hot behind the clear blue of her sapphire eyes. The hatred fueled by the death of her parents. Her trust was diminished. She became suspicious of every living creature. The tigers and tigresses, having noticed the miscarriages left behind and the one set of tracks leading here, left the mother, believing that they destroyed the whole family, growling in thriumph and satisfaction at they're kill. Gochita grew up, hating and mistrusting everyone. A low growl forever rumbling in her chest, her lithe body and quick movements helped her in fights to dodge attacks. Her inherited saber-tooth fangs gleaming and tearing at the flesh of every opponent she came up against. Until, one day, a canine penetrated her defences. Becoming her best friend and inviting her into his pack, she met more canines, the list of her friends could go on forever....but that one canine, named Alvord, remains her best friend to this day. Willing to risk her life to save any member of her family, the Saberblades, or her friends, the LoMD herd, she has begome a popular person to be around. Now as you push your way through the undergrowth and into a clearing, you see her...her muzzle dipped into the clear liquid of a nearby stream. Her white pelt with the black stripes providing her with good cover on hunts. She sees you and hisses, assesing you with penatrating sapphire eyes, then ceases and darts off to her pride and mate, her tail waving behind her....
