Feral Heart

I was a little bitty cub, still as friendly as ever just like any newborn cub. When I opened her eyes, and I saw my mother, and the mother smiled, I was thrilled, and I was happy too, and all my siblings though so too. They loved their mother and father, and I did too. She never wanted to leave my mother's side, but the time came when I could only stay with dad. I wanted to try to hunt, and father taught me everything. My father had taught me how to strong in two ways, being just plain strong at hunting and playfighting, but to be strong my mother had died, or at least I thought she had died.
Somehow I got stuck in cubhood at the time, and my mom had found at when she came back... I was surprised she wasn't dead, and I was thrilled to see her again, so were my teen siblings. My teen siblings thought because I was small, I was weak. But I started a playfight with them, and I easily made them fall to the ground. My father had taught me all about it fighting, through us playfighting. He usually won until I won for the first time, and dad knew I had grown stronger.
But sooner than expected I had to leave my family, and find my own pride. I found priderock in Bonfire, and it was the perfect home and pride. Now here I am.