Catro the Writer
Sorin High Baby!
"It's about time we found somewhere!" The teen tiger 'Tygra' grumbled as they walked into a tavern-like building. The weather outside was absolutely frigid at the moment with the snow coming down at a good pace. The air was so cold that you could see your breath when you breathed out. Tygra didn't like the cold, which was a bit ironic considering where his origins were. But he grew up in a nice warm castle, not that it didn't have its cold times, but he always had a blanket near bye and it never got this cold! But he didn't complain as they walked through the snow, he wasn't going to show weakness to his brother and friends. But other than the snow their journey to the wolf tribe was uneventful, but Tygra kept his whip by his side and his energy gun on the other side, ready for an attack if need be. But they hadn't needed it and now they were in a nice warm building for the minute. They were on a mission to get some information about the local area and seeing if the rumors they had heard were true. They had gotten a tidbit of information that the wolf tribe needed help with a Mumm-Ra.
His brother was still on this idea of getting the help of other races of creatures throughout the world to help in the fight against the monstrous creature Mumm-Ra, an evil entity that had been forgotten by the time that had recently re-earthed itself and now was raging war on the planet. With a well-placed attack on Tygra and the other cats', home Thundara had been destroyed, and from there they were taking over the world one race at a time. Being a good strategist Tygra saw the appeal in Lion-o's plan, the forces of evil were trying to take over the world, so everyone should come together and fight together. But most of the races were completely worthless and the race they were trying to recruit now... This had to be the worst of the bunch, in Tygra's opinion. The wolf tribe was a nomadic tribe, traveling around Third Earth for some time and then moving again. There was little known about the group other than that. But what help could they be? Bows and spears against the advanced army? But Lion-o was the king, so he called the shots.
Following behind Tygra an older cat looking very different from Tygra walked in. Tygra having brownish-orange and white fur, Panthro had dark fur and scars all over his body. Then Panthro hadn't worried about bundling up to avoid the cold. This little snowstorm felt like a cool breeze to the hardened veteran, as he had been through many worst conditions than this.
"Ha, what's the matter cub?" He asked, pushing past him to get to the counter of the tavern, "A little snow bothering you?"
Tygra grunted and scowled at the man. He himself was bundled in a thick jacket, wool pants, and snow boots. He hated to admit but he did sound pathetic considering how bundled up he was. Then to make his situation worst, he felt something hit the back of his head, making him lurch forward. He turned around, fire burning in his eyes, as he looked outside to see the twin cat cubs Wilykit and Wilykat standing out in the snow. Wilykat had his hand frozen mid-air showing he was the one who had thrown it. Tygra wasn't exactly sure how the two kids ended up in their care, as he remembered Lion-o telling them NOT to tag along, but they were there and there to stay... Even though they hadn't really contributed anything besides draining their limited supplies, needing to be saved from lizards every other minute, and just being generally annoying.
"SORRY!" The boy said cat said and stuck his tongue at his sister with a smirk showing he wasn't all that sorry. Then he darted away grabbing some more snow and tried packing it into a ball before his sister could hit him. The boy was bundled up as well, and in a similar manner to Tygra, but with mitten gloves over his hands.
His brother was still on this idea of getting the help of other races of creatures throughout the world to help in the fight against the monstrous creature Mumm-Ra, an evil entity that had been forgotten by the time that had recently re-earthed itself and now was raging war on the planet. With a well-placed attack on Tygra and the other cats', home Thundara had been destroyed, and from there they were taking over the world one race at a time. Being a good strategist Tygra saw the appeal in Lion-o's plan, the forces of evil were trying to take over the world, so everyone should come together and fight together. But most of the races were completely worthless and the race they were trying to recruit now... This had to be the worst of the bunch, in Tygra's opinion. The wolf tribe was a nomadic tribe, traveling around Third Earth for some time and then moving again. There was little known about the group other than that. But what help could they be? Bows and spears against the advanced army? But Lion-o was the king, so he called the shots.
Following behind Tygra an older cat looking very different from Tygra walked in. Tygra having brownish-orange and white fur, Panthro had dark fur and scars all over his body. Then Panthro hadn't worried about bundling up to avoid the cold. This little snowstorm felt like a cool breeze to the hardened veteran, as he had been through many worst conditions than this.
"Ha, what's the matter cub?" He asked, pushing past him to get to the counter of the tavern, "A little snow bothering you?"
Tygra grunted and scowled at the man. He himself was bundled in a thick jacket, wool pants, and snow boots. He hated to admit but he did sound pathetic considering how bundled up he was. Then to make his situation worst, he felt something hit the back of his head, making him lurch forward. He turned around, fire burning in his eyes, as he looked outside to see the twin cat cubs Wilykit and Wilykat standing out in the snow. Wilykat had his hand frozen mid-air showing he was the one who had thrown it. Tygra wasn't exactly sure how the two kids ended up in their care, as he remembered Lion-o telling them NOT to tag along, but they were there and there to stay... Even though they hadn't really contributed anything besides draining their limited supplies, needing to be saved from lizards every other minute, and just being generally annoying.
"SORRY!" The boy said cat said and stuck his tongue at his sister with a smirk showing he wasn't all that sorry. Then he darted away grabbing some more snow and tried packing it into a ball before his sister could hit him. The boy was bundled up as well, and in a similar manner to Tygra, but with mitten gloves over his hands.
