Lunette Vuesain
I’ve got my love stuck in my head
She hadn't been doing much—which, to be fair, wasn't unusual. She spent most of her days feeling useless, because she was shy and scared and young and inexperienced. Life would fix some of those problems, but it wasn't happening fast enough and even though she wanted nothing more than to bother Kajika for adventures and just his company, she tried to do it as little as possible. Still, sometimes she caved in. She contemplated doing it now again, but something kept her from seeking out the darker man. He'd.. sort of kept to himself lately, in a way that wasn't normal for him (according to her), and it had her equal parts scared and worried. So, she stayed away, and spent the morning laying on her back on a rock and wiggling her paws in the air. It was a duty befitting of a worthless little cub as her.
Well, she wasn't so little anymore. She still hadn't passed Namid in height, and wasn't sure she ever would, but they were almost the same size now. Adulthood had swept over her fast in the winter months, but her mind hadn't kept up—she still considered herself useless.
And in that light, it was both surprising and unsurprising how she reacted when a sudden, furious call came sounding through her peaceful home. She had never heard her mother cry out in such a way before, and the message was loaded with tension and anger. They had an intruder. From the sounds of it, a dangerous intruder. Something like that should've made her stay away, or react with caution, but Lunette did neither of those things. In a single, smooth motion she rolled off the rock and to the side, and before she knew it her paws were tearing up the snow trying to get there. (What are you doing?) her monster questioned. Shut up she told it, leaping over a fallen log. (What can you possibly hope to achieve, except a painful, disappointing death?)
It stung, because it was true. What help would she be able to offer? They'd be angry if she, not even a proper yearling, burst in on the scene, guns blazing. They'd be upset because she should be protected and not try to do the protecting—
Screw that she thought, harshly, but in the next heartbeat she was almost forced to reconsider.
The fear rose in a wave, washed across her, grasped her firmly in its jaws; you should be terrified of me it whispered as the quick, agile cat spun in its circle, hemmed in by angry wolves desperate to survive on the harsh mountain. Lunette found herself with her fangs bared, showing more of them than she ever had before. It felt.. strange, but also good, and the memory of another wolf's teeth slicing easily through her ear gave her strength.
Hackles raised and eyes blazing, heart pumping a mixture of fear and elated bravery, Lunette joined the circle—a little silver shadow, snarling and barking, tail raised. Her fangs clicked each time she shut them on the air, mock bites to keep the cat away each time it came a little too close. She didn't dare engage with it—not yet, maybe not ever, but she would stand here in this circle, with her pack, and protect the only family she had.
So, kittycat: get the hell off my lawn.