06-25-2019, 08:33 PM
A white and black tiger paced around the border, not yet sure what to do with himself. He had just recently joined the clan and had yet to find his place amoungst the others. Jupiter had never been “one with the others”, having always been an outcast. He grew up in a rather peaceful and joyous tribe and was always seen as the loner, the outcast. As a cub None of the other young ones wanted to play with him and none of the adults wanted to protect him. He figured the reason behind this was the fact that his parents had been killed when he was young, with no trace of the attackers and only his helpless self curled up between the two. Everyone in the tribe believed some evil force had gotten its revenge on his parents and then settling inside of Jupiter, making him its host. Was that true? No one actually knew. Because of this he was he grew up hating his tribe and everything that had to do with it. He became violent and untrusting, always guarded and always having something to say. As he got older he grew further and further apart from the tribe, finally becoming the true outcast they saw him as. Not long into his adult years Jupiter was cast out of his tribe, for things he’d rather not speak or think about.
The white tiger was then left to his own devices, walking endlessly. He went from clan to clan, always stopping long enough to rest but never stayed. It wasn’t until he heard whispers on the wind of a clan full of violent beings that he thought he finally found a clan made just for him. And so Jupiter went on a search of finding this clan that he so dearly wished to join. Along the way he gained a much colder heart and exterior, drawing in on himself and casting others out. He killed many, much out of self defense some for his own deadly desires. After many months of travel and searching he finally found the clan he had been searching for, The Pitt. That’s now where he found himself today, walking along the borders of the clan. He had just recently killed a small animal, the blood still lingering on his white pelt, the taste still on his tongue. He had just settled down under a tree when the scent of an unknown person drifted to him. He pushed himself back up onto all fours, ears swiveling forwards. “Who’s there?” He called out in a rather demanding question, his tone cold and harsh.
The white tiger was then left to his own devices, walking endlessly. He went from clan to clan, always stopping long enough to rest but never stayed. It wasn’t until he heard whispers on the wind of a clan full of violent beings that he thought he finally found a clan made just for him. And so Jupiter went on a search of finding this clan that he so dearly wished to join. Along the way he gained a much colder heart and exterior, drawing in on himself and casting others out. He killed many, much out of self defense some for his own deadly desires. After many months of travel and searching he finally found the clan he had been searching for, The Pitt. That’s now where he found himself today, walking along the borders of the clan. He had just recently killed a small animal, the blood still lingering on his white pelt, the taste still on his tongue. He had just settled down under a tree when the scent of an unknown person drifted to him. He pushed himself back up onto all fours, ears swiveling forwards. “Who’s there?” He called out in a rather demanding question, his tone cold and harsh.
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