Gahn'tha-cte was an accomplished hunter getting far in life. He was earning looks from females, held many trophies in his room, and won many a battle with his fellow warriors in the ring. Yet for all his wisdom in battle, all his achievements, and all his strength he was unable to keep himself safe on a simple hunt.
This mighty yautja warrior was penned like a mere beast by mere oomans. Any status or honor the male had was gone thanks to one little mistake. When he managed to escape this man made prison - if he ever did - he would be back on square one. No females eyeing him, no respect from his fellow warriors, little to no access to hunting grounds.
His life - one way or another - was over...
Several Years Later...
Beretta James sat alone in the branch of a large pine. The prickly tree was the favored perch of the 8 year old, easy to climb and next to the house it gave the perfect view of not only the backyard it stood in, but the front yard as well. The tiny imp of a child could run to greet her father the second her got home thanks to the conifer.
"Beretta!" The girl's mother called from inside.
Said child expertly navigated her way down and ran to meet her. The Brunette woman took one look at her daughter and sighed "I thought I told you stop sitting in that tree! Look at you, you're covered in tree sap!"
The black haired girl quickly looked herself over and shrugged. "It doesn't look too bad to me."
The pale skinned woman rolled her eyes "Of course it doesn't, you're eight."
"What did you call me for?" Beretta asked as she rocked back and forth energetically. The girl's mother smiled faintly asking "We're going to have some guests from work sweety, so I was wondering if you could get ready."
The girl beamed and nodded vigorously before running to her room upstairs. Maybe this time they would have other kids with them!