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Summary: What if Sabor had found a child, wrapped in Leopard print and raised her as her own?

Chapter 3: Training and a Fight

A few months had passed since the stampede and my meeting with Kala. And in those months I had been training. Mother made sure I was faster and stronger so I wouldn't be caught in another one and get hurt. I had gotten much darker and taller. I was still small, but my clothes kept shrinking. By now the shirt I always wore now reach the middle of my belly button. My skirt reached a few inches above my knee now.

Mother was getting older, and she sometimes had to stop, and stretch her shoulders. She still cared greatly for me. She still recalled the day she nearly lost me. I, myself, won't forget that either. I had come so close to death that day. On some days, when I was being reckless and injured myself, she would scold me and remind me of the day. Then I'd feel bad and I'd hug her. She didn't prefer physical contact but she would allow me to hug her on certain occasions.

My nightmares had also returned recently. The older I got, the more vivid they'd be. This time there was screaming and I saw a man and a woman. The woman had gray eyes and the man had green. She had black hair and he had brown. They would look down at me and she would be crying. He would have a hard face, but his eyes would be sad. Then there'd be a jolt and screaming. The two people would look fearfully down at me. I'd be brought up into their arms and then I would be covered and everything would turn dark.

And after those nightmares, I'd wake up screaming. Tears would be running down my face. And mother would be there to dry them and comfort me. She seemed to know something different than what she told me.

"Mom. Where did you find me?" I asked out of the blue after training one day.

"I found you, alone in the forest. You were sleeping. But when I came close, you woke up and you cried. You cried and cried, your eyes were closed and your face was scrunched. But when you opened them, I couldn't help but give a purr..." She stopped and nuzzled my cheek softly, "Your eyes, my sweet, they were big and the most beautiful silver I had ever seen. More beautiful than the silver clouds after a storm. You looked up at me and you stopped crying. Your eyes dried up and your head tilted sideways. You only had a little bit of white hair on your head and you were dressed in a leopard fur, to big for your tiny body. It's the same one you wear today. I named you Sanura because you would be my little cat." She whispered licking my cheek softly.

I laughed and scrunched my nose up, looking at her with a smile, "I love you mom." I hugged her around the neck, my face buried in her neck fur.

But as she was sitting there, her body became rigid and she froze. I pulled back.

"Mom?" I whispered.

"Shush. Go hide, Sanura. Now." she growled her eyes fixed on the bushes behind me. I, frightened, crawled behind her and backed up slowly, going to the tiny cave I usually hid in when I needed to. I grabbed onto the sharp rock I had found the other day and gripped it in my sharp clawed paws. I watched as my mother stood and growled something low, her fur was bristling and she had her claws out.

That was then that I saw him. He came out of the shadows, his black pelt gleaming in the canopy light. Nooka. The worst of panthers in the jungle. My mother being second worst. He was mean, big and had many scars from fights he's won. I hated him and mother was no better. He had threatened to harm me.

"Well. If it isn't you Sabor. Still raising that brat I see." He smirked,flashing his sharp teeth.

"She isn't a brat. She is my kit. And she always will be." Mother snarled out in rage. He took a step forward.

"I'm feeling aggressive today. Lets have a fight. Winner gets to keep the runt." He growled.

"Never. I will never fight for my daughters sake. Leave now." She warned, her tail lashing angrily. I gripped onto the sharp rock tighter, my paws turning a bleached bone color. I took a deep and heavy breath as the tension built.

"Then how about I kill you and your little brat too? That sounds fun. Prepare yourself Sabor." He snarled and dropped his weight onto his hind legs, the muscles bunching beneath his coarse black fur.

"How about I kill you instead? I like that better." She replied, and prepared herself for a fight.

"Please be careful." I whispered as they sprung at each other.

Nooka bit and snapped at my mother, he used his thicker build to keep her away from him most of the time, his claws where thick and sharp, but not as long as mothers. She dove and landed on his back, where she dug her claws deep into his shoulders. She bit into his neck fur and dropped her weight. He rose onto two feet and walked forward, before rolling. Mother jumped off right before she got smashed. Nooka jumped up and lunged again at her, catching her off guard. She hit the tree and fell, dazed.

Nooka padded over, his back to were I was, "Well. I win Sabor. I guess I'll take yours and your precious kits life." He chuckled and he leaned down and whispered in her ear. I didn't hear but I saw his guard drop.

Carefully, I used the technique my mother taught me, silent step, and ran over. My paws making no noise on the jungle floor. He had raised his claws when... I did it.

I brought the sharp rock down, right into his hind leg. He roared in pain and fury, and rounded on me. One of his hind legs was drawn up,the rock embedded deep into it.

"You!" He snarled and got himself ready to spring, but before he had the chance, mother tackled him and they rolled. She landed on top and began furiously clawing at his soft underbelly. He was bleeding by now, his belly wounds were deep, her claws were long and deadly.

"Never, threaten me or my daughter again." She snarled. She brought her claws up and clawed them down his face. He screamed in pain and fury. But he stopped. She let him get up and he was bleeding from his belly, back leg, where my rock had been embedded, and he had four deep claw wounds going the length of his face.

"Leave." She snarled snapping at him. He turned and ran into the bushes.

"You'll see me again!" He roared as he ran away.

I slumped to the floor, my hands and legs shaking uncontrollably. Mother padded over and wrapped her slender body around me, she was bleeding above her eye but other that she had a few shallow scratches, nothing to serious. I wrapped my arms around her tightly and breathed in her comforting scent.

"You did good Sanura. Fast thinking." She praised giving my cheek a lick and neck a nuzzle.

"Good fighting mom. I never seen you fight until today." I gave a smile, my skin slightly pale. I wiped my paws on my skirt, Nooka's blood on them.

"Come on. Lets eat and then bed." She said softly. Her emerald eyes watched me as I stood up.

I nodded and went to our food stock. I grabbed a chinchilla I had caught early this morning and began to skin it, with my skinning rock I made. When I finished I ate it, raw and everything. My stomach tough enough now to withstand it. When I was little I couldn't eat it, I'd get sick and had to stick with fruit. Bananas and peaches are my favorite fruits.

When I finished dinner, the sun was setting beneath the trees and I climbed up the tree that we slept in. Mother came up a few minutes later, she stretched and her shoulders popped. I curled into a ball as she laid a few inches away, she licked me goodnight and fell asleep.

I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, but all I saw in my dreams, was my hands. Covered in the blood of a dead Nooka. Surrounded by beings that looked like me.

End of chapter tres.

Yes I did a TERRIBLE fight seen xD buuuuut

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