Every shadowdancer, upon their twentieth year, is required to go on a "spirit quest." Whenever a creature is born, a spirit stands beside them to guide the way. Finding one's spirit guide tells a person who they truly are. It's a journey of a lifetime, struggling against the elements, the hunger, and the self.
Thala, viewed as a particularly soft and modest vixen, inhaled the sacred smoke and left for two weeks with nothing but her red kimono to keep her company. Using her extensive skills and training, she had to find her own food. She had to find her own way.
Everyone predicted she would find the great vixen goddess, being that she was a
Amber leaped with her sheer grace about the deep, green grass. Her thick black and white fur flowing in the peaceful breezes as purrs erupted from within her throat. She felt pride welling in her heart, beating with every breath like a song.
She heard a snarl from behind and turned, expecting to see another white tiger. Instead, stood a thin, dark-furred cougar, challenging her catch me if you can.
With one paw, Amber took a step forth to accept the challenge. The cougar seemed to grin before speeding away into the wide open field of lush grass with Amber hot on his trail. All she had to do was simply tag him, but tackling was more her styl
The Sorrow of Difference by RingtailFox, literature
Literature
The Sorrow of Difference
Disowning a pet? But you told him every creature has a soul... Every creature but me...?
What happened to the early mornings I would jump upon your bed, and kiss your face until you awoke with laughter? Now all you do is bellow curses straight into my furry little ears! Even as guilt broke out upon my face, you still pointed to the bedroom door.
What happened to us living alone, best friends in the world you titled "lonely"? You've gotten a boyfriend, one who "loves" dogs. Have you ever thought about what he does when you are not at home? The abuse that leaves small scars? He told you I was clumsy, even after you knew I certainly was not
Why must the kindest, most caring and deserving die so early?... A recurring question held within my thoughts lately. I remember the day that ruined my life, along with my two siblings...
I gazed up at the slowly brightening sky in wonder, how does the skylight rise? I continuously chirped at my mother as she tried to tell us that she would be back shortly. Her graceful wings spread as far as they could go, I admired her long, brown feathers. Her beak opened as she let out a quick farewell screech, and she took off, flapping her wings heavily. In seconds, she was out of my sight. Breakfast will be here soon, and my baby siblings will quit ch