I Know You're Not A Fool

Pyrite was swiftly picking up on her father’s lessons as the days went on. Her paws were still clumsy but she gained better control of them everyday. She was an insatiable learner, picking up new words, skills, and methods of life like a sponge. Pyrite wasn’t afraid to make mistakes, she was a determined little girl and maybe a little stubbornness thrown in. Once she put her mind to something it was going to get done one way or another. An attitude that was both a blessing and a curse for her parents. Pyrite respected them fully though, she wasn’t one to misbehave or disobey purposefully. The tiny girl was a handful at times, and she didn’t go without the occasional reprimand when she let herself get out of control.

Not quite as exuberant as her big sister, Pyrite was far less vocal about her opinions. Except for her love of family. There was a pride that had easily instilled within her when she looked up to her parents and at her siblings. They made her want to do better and be better, to prove what her eyes showed her. They were the cream of the crop, more valuable than anyone else in the pack. She believed it, but was no fool to believe she didn’t have to prove it. She was young but eager to show who she was and the lines she was born from.

She should have been out training, but her wandering paws were carrying her through the forest instead. The small Destruction girl was half heartedly trailing her sister. The other girl was good at finding excitement and Pyrite thought at the back of her mind today should be no different. Normally she would be following on the heels of her twin, Bronze was by now used to her tailing. She wasn’t sure what Onyx would think about it, and didn’t know if she would really find out as the strange and threatening scent filled her nostrils.

At the same time she heard Onyx call out and the tiny girl was quick to scramble forward, her small stride moving quick as she closed the distance between them. Bright blue eyes were quick to find the threat, a young sabered tiger. Or not a tiger. Pyrite wasn’t sure but she knew it hurt her sister and she couldn’t stand for that. The tiny slate blue child raced at the enemy, her tiny form zipping in and out with her atack. Her tiny puppy teeth nipped unforgivingly at the cat’s hip. It swung around to club her with a massive paw but she was already gone. There was no celebration yet, but she had drawn blood. If only a few pin pricks.

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