( sorry for the shitty first post, its late here and im exhausted uwu but basically he needs someone to help him and bring him into the clan! also i made this before reading all of the territory so im extremely sorry that it's inaccurate </3 )


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The rhythmic noise coming from within was the only thing that Volkrath could hear — it was all that he could truly muster enough energy to concentrate on. The pounding vibration slowly continuing was within the lion’s heart whilst it was beating blood to the rest of his dreary self. For a badly bruised body, the precious organ seemed to be the only part that was still fully intact and making somewhat of an attempt to keep his mammoth sized self working and alive. Everything else upon and inside of the adolescent had some sort of malfunction or injury occurring had it not already been previously battered. Every time he ate he simply couldn’t stomach anything and his meal would come back up for an appearance. His hind left leg was limp and most likely broke. Gaping gashes sweltering with pus and blood littered his body followed by the immediate presence of dirt and leaves stuck by the very liquid pouring out of him. The lion’s albino mane was stained crimson by his very own blood. His pelt was a complete mess, but there wasn’t anything he could do about it. The life within him had been kicked, beaten, and thrown out.

In normal circumstances Volkrath was incredibly upkept and put together quite well. Despite being a loner, he managed nicely on his own and hadn’t required the assistance of anyone else for quite some time (although he did long for the company of another soul). The young male had his own schedule that kept him on the right path  to gain an adequate amount of food all the while bringing him on a daily escort around his “territory” to make sure nobody had taken claim. It was a simple, organized layout that he relived every day. It worked in his favor for the past few moons. He was lucky not to have any outsider threats trying to take over his land, but after-all, he was quite secluded.

Yet eventually luck runs out.

It had been a normal day with his normal routine walking about his normal territory. The sun was shining, the birds were releasing their melodic tunes and the frogs were happily hopping along the pond that he had decided to stop at for a quick sip. Perhaps it was his naive nature to his land lately that caused Volkrath not to survey the scene for any intruders beforehand. There had never been a stray threat from another loner before and the lion had begun to relax about his patrols. Unfortunately this was the wrong day for him to be so modest in his routine.

It happened quite quickly with no forewarning for Volkrath to prepare himself. A traveling male bear had appeared out of nowhere behind him and hadn’t taken a liking to the lion’s presence, deeming the albino as an immediate thread. The attack was completely one-sided and had caught the young wildcat off guard; he had no hand in the fight and had completely been pummeled by the bear’s brute strength. Everything was a flash of fur and claws slashing upon Volk’s flanks, the fiery sound of the bear’s determined roars ringing within his pinned ears. There truly was nothing he could do at his vantage point besides endure the strike and try to protect his vulnerable underbelly from the killing blows. Had it not been for the cliffside that the lion managed to jump off of during the blur of the onslaught then he surely would have been dead.

As if jumping off had been any better.

Volkrath found himself at base of a mountain a few hours after his spontaneous life-saving maneuver of throwing himself off the side of the cliff. His body had understandably blacked out and stayed within the same pose for hours. As time passed and so did the sun from the sky, the badly injured lion would slowly stir to life with an immediate wince and an instinctive roar of pain parting from his jowls. Every part of his body was aching and yet he managed to slowly pry himself up from the ground - only to fall back down. Gee, so much for an easy getaway.

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At the sound of Moonmade’s voice, the ivory shaded lion would instinctively tense, his ears pinning and maw furrowing into a low growl. Great, another lion. Why couldn’t a rabbit have come across him? At least he might have had the chance for a meal.. Well, only if the bunny decided to drop dead right in front of him. He was useless, completely broken. ”Leave me al-“ Volkrath began towards the other male. However, he quickly halted his words from finishing into a sentence as soon as the foreign feline seemed to be helping him.

How weird. Well, he didn’t mind. If this dude was going to offer him aid then he sure as hell was going to hop upon that advantage.

Without saying a word, Volkrath would weakly move his paw to press the dandelions towards his jaws. His chewing was slow and pathetic even. He was a young lion, barely over a cub, and here he was; trusting his life in the hands of a stranger. What would his father think?

Volkrath barely awknowledged as others showed up. All he could concentrate on was completing the task of chewing those disgusting flowers and mustering up enough strength to respond to Moonmade. ”Leg, back left leg. My stomach hurts, broken ribs?” His voice was hoarse and dry, evident of dehydration.