Original Short Stories

Streak aka Jay. Nala's Father Wishing Nala was home.

"how long do I have to wait? My daughter. I miss you..." a blue, white fox spoke softly touching an orb his pure red eyes glowed in sorrow as he watched his daughter get married. He should've been there to give her away to walk her down a true wedding aisle ceremony. But he couldn't be trapped as he was in a kingdom full of people who didn't care for a wife who he hated. "Streak love please come to bed" he felt her stroke him. He smacked her with his tail not caring, she knew better than to disturb him while he watched his only born child. "DAWN GO AWAY!" he heard her hiss at him and leave. He wept then just wanted his true wife and child back, he turned from orb and walked down the hall to his hidden champers. He saw the statue of a white, purple fox looking beautiful as always. He stroked it with a muzzle "oh Willow how I miss you...you were always better than Dawn. Never seduce me, never attack me in bed. Our daughter grew up to be beautiful just like you were! And she got married to a girl as well!" Streak prayed he would see his Willow at death but knew it was false hope since he was locked away with an evil bitch. He laid on his own bed and slept.

"JAY! Come quick! Please!" "WILLOW WHAT'S WRONG!?" he rushed down the tunnel to their home and saw her panting and growling. "It's coming!?" he said happily. Willow nodded and yelped in pain then panted. A white she-wolf smiled at Willow "easy now breath" Jay smiled at the she-wolf "thank you Little means the world to me" "I know" then he heard a tiny squeak. Jay looked frozen seeing an orange, blue kit with its eyes clamp shut. It wailed and squirmed. "IT A GIRL!" "It's a monster!" he roared. Little growled at him "HECK JAY SHE YOUR KID!?" "SHE DOESN'T HAVE OUR MARKINGS!?" Willow looked horrible at Jay's reaction. "GET OUT! She's your kid Jay! But you're gonna be this way get out!"

Streak woke with a roar and looked around then cried because that was the only true memory of his daughter being born and Willow vicious words to him. He blamed Little as well. He knew she was evil and blamed her for a long time. He thought it was odd how she and Willow left for hours. And she came back tired and sad. Till that one day he went to see Nala alone and in training he tried to teach her the dark arts to see if she was his kid. She didn't want to learn but he learned the hard way with his dead wife and his daughter using the dark arts to kill his demons. Streak wailed then wishing he could fix his past.