Cougar Cub

A small cub had wandered from her den. her family had been killed from humans and it was her first day alone. She was bitter and frightened, with lost hope. Her large paws smacked the ground in fustration and her ears twitching as she listened out for danger. Her tail whipped behind her violently and her anger began to build.

Lassoma

The she-cougar had one cub of her own; the other four had died a few days back, on behalf of humans as well. Now the mother was out in search of food and looking for danger when she caught sight of the cub.

Creeping slowly forward, the large feline studied the small kitten with critical eyes, making a quick decision that could save or end the cub's life. As it was, Lassoma was still greatly distraught with the loss of several cubs, and taking another one on seemed to be a logical decision to help her 'fill' her loss. Taking on a determined but kind persona, Lassoma padded towards the kit, "You must be lost, little one?" Now Lassoma sniffed at the kitten intently, trying to figure out the scent of the young one's mother, for she knew a fight could easily ensue if the kit's mother saw some stranger approaching her little one. She knew humans had been in the area recently, and word had it that several cougars had been killed. No doubt, Lassoma thought, that's what must have happened here.

Cougar Cub

The young cub walked around in the tall golden grass that hid her rather well. Her fiery eyes burned like fire from hell and her lage paws pressed into the earth beneath her. She sat down at last scuffing heavily. The winds pushed the blades of grass to make them dance and all seemed so peaceful. A slight smile appeared upon her face, her short rounded ears perked. The sun glistened over the golden sea. The winds made the dancing blades slowly become calm waves. Her mind ran free and empty of fearful thoughts. She acted as if she could care less about her parents being gone. Her father was a relentless killer and her mother was as stupid as a sloth, yet beautiful and dangerous. It seemed her out come of an adult didn't appear to bright. Her brother and sisters were slowly killed one by one. One from a hawk, another a bear, and another a human. The cub was the second youngest and apperently the most clever as well.

She could hear footsteps of some kind more like an extra brush from the tall grass. She could smell a faint scent that was strange yet familiar. Her ears began to slightly twitch as she looked dead out infront of her. She shot up to her paws to hear a voice call out to her. She turned around quickly, her tail whipping behind her nervously. She glared at the she-cougar angerily. "I might be," she replied bitterly, with her ears drawn back to her skull. "Who are you, and what do you want?" she demanded strongly.

Lassoma

Lassoma took the aggression without showing a touch of it herself, "Lassoma. I can offer you a home." The cougaress made a circle around the cub, which might have been a little unnerving, but she, like any cat, had to give a thorough check of new things. Well, the cub seemed alright, and there was no scent of her family. "How does some food sound to you, you must be hungry?" Lassoma flicked her golden orbs to the surroundings, taking a brief survey once more to be sure there was no danger at hand.

Cougar Cub

The cougar cub tilted her head slightly to the side taking a step back. "Lassoma, that's your name," she growled beneath her breath lowering her head with her ears still drawn back to her skull. She didn't have a name or at lest she didn't know what it was. Her brothers and sisters never had names either. She never thought about making one up for herself. She hoenestly didn't care enough to. Anyone could call her whatever they pleased. it was no skin off her back.

"A home? Are there other pethetic wussy cougars like you?" she snapped baring her ivory teeth to a snarl. Her claws drew out of her large kitten paws. "I suppose I am hungry, but I'm not taking anything from you. Your just pitty me," she snapped. stepping forth again. Her tail continued to lash behind her like a whip.

Lassoma

"You're quite quick to judge, little no-name." Lassoma replied, her voice deep and thoughtful. Through her eyes and subtle facial gestures, one might notice a mixture of emotions that hinted at her mind and soul beneath. Interest, curiousity, ferocity... and yes, pitty. Half for the cub, and half because this no-name reminded her of her fallen young.

"You ought to rethink your claim about me; I can assure you I'm now pushover." The tawny feline showed a light, almost devilish smile to revealed her killer canines. "But you know the law of the wild; eat, or be eaten." Lassoma said, turning her gaze away from the cub and shifting her body. "I know a snow leopardess who would love nothing more than to snack on a lone cub like yourself." Lassoma took a few steps, moving away from the cub now. But she paused briefly to look back, "Shall we see who is wussy? Who can fend off bears, humans, wolves, lynxes, starvation...." Her words had become rather curt, but Lassoma hadn't actually given up on adopting the cub yet. She was just going to let the youngster find out the harshenss of survival for herself; a near impossible task for a lone cub, she knew. Slowly, but with an aloof air, the cougar began to pad away. If the cub didn't say something to stop her, Lassoma would try some other means of persuation to get the youngster to come with her.

Cougar Cub

The young cub scuffed, but as she adressed her rudely she gave her a glare. She didn't care so much what anyone really called her. They could call her bonehead for all she cared. Her tail hung behind her as she rolled her eyes listening to the female talk on and on. She paid little attention, but she still cuaght every word that slipped from her lips and into the thin air. "I can fend for myself. I am not afraid of this snow leopardess. I am not afriad of bears, humans, lynxes and starvation. Non of it has me worried. There is always a way around things. I am just fine picking up scraps of food and hiding from the others and as I get bigger I can take them out. You see, nothing can frighten me," she growled glaring up at her with a cold stare.