The sound of clouds (Private)

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    A large cloud of dusts starts to settle in the plains. It's the aftermath of a large stampede that just passed though here. Th ground is harshly dug up and pummeled by the many hoofed animals that ran though. It's a scary sight to behold and the faint noise of the panicked animals can still be heard. Some trees are left broken and the unlucky animals got trampled. A whimpering sound of a crying child can be heard in this waste. In the entire destruction a lone hyena pup is left alone, seperated by the stampede from his pack. And now he is all alone which is about the scariest thing to Duat. He's never been alone in his life, there was always someone around be it his brothers and sisters or aunts and uncles. He comes from a large family of +30 hyenas.


    Huddled up against a broken tree, Duat curls in a ball and weeps silently. Hungry and thirsty he is starting to lose hope of ever finding his family again. And the vultures keep circling above awaiting for the death of the pup. Tiny deep obsidian eyes stare at the train of destruction the herd left which only brought more tears in his eyes.

    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 350px; overflow: auto]Of course, the cheery lion cub had been hiding from the stampede. He wouldn't want to get involved with the hyenas, otherwise it would be The Lion King movie all over again.


    As soon as the dust had started to settle down he set off again- he hadn't been to Riverclan nor Windclan yet for trading, and both seemed relatively close. But a small sound caught his attention and Oliver turned to see a small child curled up against a tree. "Woah, are you okay?"

    Duat sniffled as he buried himself in to the trunk of the broken tree. And than he heard a voice, or more like a tinny mew. Quickly snapping his head up he sees the lion cub and a look of horror quickly replaces his tears "Ah!" he yells out and tumbles on his back. Turning his back to the cub he lowers his head and puts his front legs over his eyes as if covering your eyes meant you were invisible. Out of fear Duat started to shake, his body pumped up with adrenaline. "D-don't hurt me! P-please" he whimpers out. Even if he's young, Duat knows that hyenas and lions aren't best friends, they are fierce competitors and top predators in the food chain. Even a lion cub is enough to scare Duat now.

    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 350px; overflow: auto]Oliver tried his best not to laugh, instead, wheezing loudly. "I'm not going to hurt you. Are you all alone out here?"

    Slowly lifting his paws from his eyes he straightens up and turns to face the lion cub, but he presses his back firmly against the trunk of the tree as if it would swallow him hole and save him. Duat avoids the cubs eyes, instead he looks at the ground in front of Oliver. Nervously shifting under his paws he bits his lower lip before speaking in a hushed voice, as if he's afraid to speak up or he might break "I-I got separated from my pack in the stampede" he sniffled again trying to hold back his tears. Common Duat, be brave! Rubbing his eyes with the wrist on his front left leg he sucks in a deep breath if air and lifts his obsidian eyes to look at Oliver's "T-then...what are you doing here? Where is your pride?" He nervously looked around as if expecting for a lioness to come out of the bush and kill him.

    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 350px; overflow: auto]"What's a pride?" Was it like, a pride parade? He'd heard of those from Radicalclan.

    That made Duat relax slightly. He doesn't know what a pride is? Then that means he doesn't belong in one right? Or maybe lions have another word for it in their own growling language. "Um..." he muttered shifting under his paws "I-it's what a family of lions is called. There are packs of hyenas, flocks of birds and then there is a pride of lions" he lowers his body so that now he is sprawled on his stomach and his neck pressing against the warm soul "H-how do you not know this?" Was Oliver abandoned? Did he too lose his family?

    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 350px; overflow: auto]"Uh... I don't have a pride, whatever that's all about. I'm an adventurer! I adventure to the other clans and trade and do cool stuff!" Oliver smiled, shifting his satchel's position slightly.

    "A-aren't you lonely? Don't you miss your family?" Duat asked shyly sinking closer to the ground. This cubs life sounded lonely but at the same time interesting. Duat has never left his packs territory and was always scolded when he tried to cross the boundary. Being an adventurer sounds amazing, it means you can go wherever you like do whatever you want, but at the same time Duat feared the outside. There are so many scary and creepy stuff out there and he's not sure if he's ready to face them on his own. He eyed the satchel that hanged from the lion cub and gave it a curious glance.

    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 350px; overflow: auto]"Naw. When I visit other clans of cats and stuff, it's fun and... unlonely!" Oliver exclaimed.

    Duat gulped a bit surprised by the happy go lucky nature of the lion cub. Oliver is so young and even now shows such a fearless attitude, unlike little Duat who is scared out of his wits. " Really? It's that fun? So...c-can I tag along? I have nowhere else to go..." he whispered out and looked at the ground but his eyes caught on the satchel again and he tilted his head "What's in there?" he asked in his high pitched voice.

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    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 350px; overflow: auto]"Sure you can come along!" Oliver emptied out his goods on the ground for the hyena to see.

    A wide smile replaced the sadness in the hyenas eyes "I'm Duat" Duat was still careful around the lion cub, but his curiosity overpowered him in the end. Peeking at the wonderful goods that the lion has sprawled he eyes each object with a curious glint in his eyes. A soft smile started to spread on his maw and he took a couple of steps closer towards the goods. Sniffing and pawing at them he smiles wide "Why do you have so much stuff? What do you do with them?" Duat asked as he pawed a ruby diamond bracelet. He wasn't fond of jewlery but the red glimmer in the ruby seemed to attract him

    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 350px; overflow: auto]"I trade them. In other clans, and stuff. Cool, right?"

    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 350px; overflow: auto]"The Covenant. I packed up my stuff and, I've never traded there before!" Oliver said.