HellStorm

My first mutie! ⁽⁽◝( •௰• )◜⁾⁾
Personality started at obedient (kind)
Birth stats around 109
Tw for mentions of blood/gore



HellStorm's mother looked at her after birth. All snuggled up next to her sibling
Sister, 'what beautiful cubs' she thought as she started dozing off before she felt a sharp pain on her nipple. 'looks like we got a biter' her still drowsy brain thought, patting her cubs and going to sleep. When she woke up it was with a start, the cub had bitten again. She realized something was off that time now she was fully awake.
"Let me look at you darling."
She said gently dragging the poor cub from her sister as she squealed as if being dragged away by an evil king and not her own mother. DarkCave giggled knowing the cub lacked the resources to know the difference. But she knew cubs weren't supposed to be able to bite very hard fresh out the womb, they weren't supposed to have such short tails, nor were they supposed to be so wonderfully fluffy, or have Fangs?!
"Deary me! You're the smallest primal cub I've ever seen!"
She started purring, putting the cub back next to her sister.
"You must be destined for amazing things.... I'll name you HellKit, because that's what you'll give to your enemies in battle."
She looked to the second cub, bigger than her sister.
"You'll be EmberKit, after my love of Fire and Flames."
She loved both of her dear cubs ferociously. No matter if one was more special than the other.

"Well..." The lioness thought, looking at her sleeping cubs .
"That size difference didn't last long." She gazed lovingly at them. EmberKit snuggled up against her mother's warmth while HellStorm on her belly, back legs tucked in and front legs stretched out in front of her, kneading DarkCave's stomach.

DarkCave's cubs recently weened, they were both training to be strong warriors and she couldn't be prouder. She looked out watching them tussle and noticed how softly HellPaw was striking her sister, and how EmberPaw wasn't holding back. But somehow, neither was overwhelming the other, niether was winning. She swelled with pride at seeing how her biggest cub was holding back her strength. Then she shook her head 'biggest cub?! It feels like just a moon ago she was the smallest I'd ever had.'

"Lovely curses! I must be getting old!"She complained to her cub.
"You're as big as an elephant and still growing! Not to mention you're naming ceremony today." She sighed flopping down on her moss nest while HellStorm was watching where she put her paws, carefully putting them next to her mother and laid down next to her nest.
"So I- I'll be sleeping in here tonight? It- after my vigil!"
"After your vigil." She said in sync with her daughter. she giggled. 'I surely Must be getting older, i haven't been tired like this after so little work before.'

"DarkCave." BloodStar's deep voice rang out.
"Yes BloodStar? Is there something you need?"
"Come with me, please"
"I need help." He admitted, pinning his ears back in embarrassment
She stood up from talking with her friends, ready to offer him her wisdom. "I'm here if you need it."
He walked with her to his den, sitting down on a pelt on the floor.
He took a deep breath, it had been on his mind for a short while.
"With the recent attacks. I don't know,.... I don't know what to do." He sighed, silently asking her for her solution ideas.
"Isn't this a question for the queen?" She held a joking tone and he rolled his eyes
"Betty suggested i use my body as a shield for her."
"Now i see why you came to me.well, we have a few pride members that are, much bigger than others. Big as or bigger than humans, correct."She used her tone and words to guide his brain to the correct answer and he caught her idea.
"Yes. Yes! A patrol team! Bigger and stronger than the rest of us! You're a genius DarkCave, Thank you!" He ran out of then den, her on his tail. Informing the primals of the pride individually of their new responsibilities, all of them grateful they had been given such an honor.

It was a slow, happy day. HellStorm had just finished a lesson with some primal cubs that were now running around the camp honing their skills. 'I should visit mother's den' she thought. It had been a day or two and HellStorm decided to bring her a nice Warthog carcass, forgetting that it was bigger than what her smaller mother could have finished on her own. She carried the carcass to the elders den, it was empty besides the peaceful outline of her sleeping mother. She padded in happily putting the hog down gently before she realized something was wrong. This hog was fresh, the blood was still running. Why did it smell like old blood in the cave!? She rushed over to her still mother shaking her and crying.
"No no no no NO MOTHER! PLEASE!!" Her roars of anguish filled the whole camp. She tentatively rolled her mother over and gagged at the sight. Half of her dear mother's face was mauled, her ear torn off, old blood covered her muzzle, previously whitened with age.
She collapsed over her mother's body. Sobbing and retching from the force of her agony. Hiccups filled her breath, tears ran down her face. Her lungs felt like they would burst. She wanted to stay with her mother, curl up and knead her warm stomach for comfort, but the body was going cold. She just lay there, sprawled on her mother's remains, hiccuping, retching, and crying. Begging for her life to return, just for one second.

Slowly she heard hesitant pawpads enter the cave, but she ignored them. Still begging her mother to stand up or talk to her. The heir of her pride, GoldBlood, was laying next to her. Licking over her Long fur, and then cleaning her mother's corpse.
"You're not *Hic* going to tell *Hic* me to come to my senses? That I'm acting like a cub?" Ending with a sob.
"DarkCave will smack me upside the head to the moon and back if i do. Let's get her presentable, her whisper will expect it from us."
HellStorm was eternally grateful for GoldBlood's empathy, if he hadn't shown it, she may have done something stupid.

HellStorm considered the new king a great friend, he comforted her after her mother's death, he was there when she was given the title of head of the Primal Patrol, he was there when her cubs were born. And she was there when he was attacked. She was with him after he died, even more depressingly, she was with his lover while he was decending into madness out of agony.


You made the mistake of asking HellStorm how your mane looked today. She just grinned and remarked that it looked great compared to your face. Ouch. Put some snuh on that burn.