Post by Droplet on Mar 12, 2018 19:13:35 GMT -10
A bullet shot rang out, echoing through the trees of Amethyst Mountain. Auroras (Aunt) ears pricked up, "Pups we have to go, now!" She barked, almost aggressively. Aurora grabbed Siera, urging Droplet along. They fled from the den, barrelling through the sage brush. "Aunty Aurora!" Yowled Droplet as he desperately bounded after his Aunt and Best (pup) friend. This was when it happened. Aurora turned, Siera now by her paws, voices called out. Three bullets. But two was all it took for Droplet to be alone. He whined pitifully but couldn't bear to see his dead aunt and beloved bestfriend. He cowered in he rabbit burrow that had saved his life as he had tumbled in to it whilst falling through the sage brush. He stepped one tentative paw into the sunlight, knowing he couldn't stay in the hollow of dirt, but before he could venture any further he felt a sharp pain in his neck and his dusty paws brushed the ground. An Eagle, Droplet was grateful of death, his life was over anyways. He looked down expecting to see the bodies of his dead family however, huge dark paws surged over the baron land. "Dad!" Droplet managed a weak smile. He peaked up at his Fathers forlorn expression, " We are going of get out of this Droplet," muttered Apollo, releasing his grip slightly. He spoke strong words but it didn't take an elder to see the the depression and hurt inside, he had lived for his pack, and now he was without them. Apollos' Father too had died from hunters whilst Apollo was a pup being carried in his Fathers mouth as he had been shot. Dawn had settled. "You have eyes like your aunt Droplet, and her spirit too," Apollos' voice was husky yet soft as he told Droplet the story of his ancestors. Droplets, eyes burning bright green with wonder, resting beside.