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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 430px; text-align: justify;]Dakota had lived completely sheltered for the first couple of months of his life. The cub had only just recently started to explore the catacombs outside of his room and meet his other clanmates. It didn't take long for him to grow bored, and unknowing of any dangers, he took the next step and wandered outside of the cave and into the forest to explore. The grass felt spongy soft under his paws, and he jumped at the sounds of birdsong. He liked the warmth and shelter of the tunnels that he had been raised in, he still wasn't sure what he thought of the world outside. However, soon he stumbled across a patch of flowers. His eyes brightened as he reached out an over-sized paw to bat at one.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:auto;font-family: georgia;font-size:20px;letter-spacing:-1px;line-height:24px;text-align:left]ZOLTON CIMMERIAN [ battle tags - plotting ] [/fancypost]
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    Zolton was traveling back from his patrol of the surrounding territory. His crystal gray and blue eyes shifted towards the cub as he played in the flowers. "You're one of Uma and Bane's little sh.ts, aren't you?" He asked, despite his use of vulgar language, his tone was good-natured. Looking around, it didn't seem as if any older members were around. After all, Zolton would still be a trainee if he hadn't been promoted to Gaurdian. "Your sure your parents want you out here?"

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; color:black; text-shadow: 0px 0px 1px black]Sebastian found himself outside of the catacombs on most clear sunny days. he would just lay out and lounge in the shade while the birds chirped along. His attention was caught by the 2 moon-old cub that ambled its way out of the catacombs in merriment. He heard Zolton and the guy practically took the words right out of his mouth. The tiger was a shit to him and he padded forward to meet the two. "Better watch out, kid. There's all sorta of dangers out here," he spoke in mild amusement.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 430px; text-align: justify;][size=8]Koda blinked in shock as the guardian spoke. "That's not a nice word to use..." he mumbled, ducking his head and pawing at the flower again so he didn't have to look at the other male as he contradicted him. He turned to face Moran, as the other male approached. "I'm okay," he said, voice lightening again and a smile crossing his features, "You guys can protect me!" With that, he sat himself down on the grass, carefully picking the flowers out by their stems.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; color:black; text-shadow: 0px 0px 1px black]Moran chuckled for a moment and then proceeded to shake his head. "Better get used to it, kid, because it's a word you'll probably be hearing quite often." He frowned at the small tiger's next words and feigned disgust. "Me? Protect someone like you? No, that's what your parents are for." He said in a sharp tone. "If something happens to you out here while they're not watching you, then that's on their shoulders."

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 430px; text-align: justify;][size=8]The cub leaned back on his haunches, and lifting a paw he carefully tucked one of the flowers into the fur above his ear. "They're busy, with chief stuff," he mumbled. Then he turned a pleading gaze back up at the older tiger. "Please? Nothing's going to happen me, you'll be a really good protector."

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    Zolton glanced over at the older male, Moran, with a raised eyebrow. Uma and Bane's child sure was something.. then again, all of them were. He turned his head back towards Dakota, "we're not baby sitters kid." He stated bluntly shuffling his night black wings against his equally dark flanks. "What would your parents say if we asked them if they let you play out here?" He raised his eyebrows again, a slight smirk on his features. It was a slight threat, but not one that was to be taken seriously.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; color:black; text-shadow: 0px 0px 1px black]Moran stuck to his guns and shook his head slowly. On one hand, it would be great fun to take this kid under his metaphorical wing and corrupt him, but on the other that was a terrible idea. If something happened to Dakota under his watch, two angry chiefs would have his head. Then again, when had authority ever struck fear into Moran's heart? "Listen, I'm not gonna lie to you, I don't like kids and I will not be your babysitter." He looked at Zolton sternly for a moment and agreed with what he had to say.


    "But if you promise to listen to me, maybe I'll take you around the territory sometime." The cub seemed nice anyhow, not too immature either and being social may do Moran some good. But mark his words, if Dakota did one thing that Moran saw as out of line, he'd drop the kid so fast that he wouldn't wven have time to apologize.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 430px; text-align: justify;][size=8]Dakota wasn't one for arguing, he usually just went along with whatever anyone told him. It was only his new found appreciation for the flowers and an optimistic belief that they weren't really ordering him to go inside that had kept him against the them for so long. The cub deflated slightly, lowering his ears and starting at the ground as the two of them spoke again, recognizing the sternness in their voices. But he brightened at Moran's last words. "Yes!" he said happily, springing back up to his paws, "I'll be really good, I promise!"