Word of the Day: diminutive
Definition: small
Brief Summary: AU What if young, newly mutated, Tigerclaw had made it to his parents?
The mourning couple stared at the diminutive tiger-like figure that practically curled into a ball on their doorstep. The little thing was crying hard, its cries surprisingly human, and seemed to be trying to say something, but neither of the two humans could understand it through its sobs. They traded puzzled glances, slightly saddened, as the tiger boy almost reminded them of the son they had recently lost. Finally, the woman bent down towards the crying form, her motherly heart going out to the child.
"There, there" she comforted, her hand hovering just above the striped head, wanting to stroke his hair like she would a human child's, but unsure if it was safe. "It's alright" to her surprise, and, admittedly, terror, the tiger's hand shot up and gripped her own. At this point, the tiger boy pushed his tears aside enough that she was able to understand a single word, said over and over.
"Mother".
She could only stare in shock, before her husband pried the crying child off of her hand. The heartbroken look the tiger boy gave her was enough to make her stop her husband from chasing away the little tiger further. "Come here," she said softly, beckoning to the now shaking child. The boy stepped towards her, keeping his distance, but staring hopefully into her eyes. And then, she realized despite the fur, and the different colored eyes, and the new, cat-like nose, this was her son. "My baby" she whispered, relieved and surprised beyond words, as she fearlessly took her son in a hug. "My baby boy, you came home". And then she cried for joy. He may have been different, but he was alive, and back in her arms, and that was all that mattered.
Yeeahh...it's a thing. R&R, please. Until next chapter.