Out & Beyond

The Race

As the pups grew, Sam grew closer and closer to his father. Moony and Lucky grew up, the best of friends. Stream was the shortest of them all and was closer to Moony. Of course, Sam never really liked playing games.

Sam gained his warrior title when he was 10. By law of Oakleema, if you were not living in a clan, and you gained a warrior title, you'd have to go to your people's clan. For otters, you'd go to Wet Tail. Also, you'd go to Wet Tail to be married, get your warrior title, stuff like that.

The small family beamed at him as the ceremony started. Little Stream stood next to her mother.

"Mama..." Stream started to say, but was cut off by her mother slapping her tail on Stream's hind paw rather hard.

Stream's eyes watered, but she dared not cry. She wiped away her tears, and got bored. Stream looked around. In the small chapel, there was an altar by the exit. Everyone else was watching the priest give Sam his warrior tite. He was saying stuff like Sam is the brave of heart...

Stream slipped out from under her mom and walked towards the altier. It was a pot full of water. Inside the pot, like a little island, was a pumice rock. It wasn't the fact that the rock was floating that Little Stream stood there, eyes wide.

It was the tapestry behind it. It was depicting a powerful otter. He was holding a pearl in one paw, and a sword in the other. He wasn't looking straight at her, he was looking off to the right. Behind him was a rising sun. He wore of crown on his head, and a look of confidence.

Little Stream followed his gaze to a door. She started to walk towards the door. Closer and closer. Step by step. She was almost there...

"Little Stream!"

Her mother was walking towards her.

"Mama, who's that?" Stream asked her, pointing at the tapestry.

"Lord Tear Drop. Why do you need to know?"

"He needs my help! I need to open up that door."

Her mother grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to the family. Moony and Lucky had started to walk around too.

"Boys!" The angry mother called.

Lucky pulled a face and Moony pulled his ears.

"Ouch!"

They both walked to their mother, Lucky rubbing his ears, Moony laughing. Moony loved to prank everyone. She takes after her father, most otters would said.

"Moony!"

The happy-go-lucky otter stopped right away, now looking like one at a funeral. Looking down at her paws, the young otter didn't even notice when Lucky moved to stand next to Little Stream.

"That hurt really bad. Gosh."

Stream giggled.

"It's not funny Little!"

"Yes it is! And don't call me Little."

Lucky nudged her and asked, "You where you starin' at that otter there. Why were ya'? And who is he?"

"He's Lord Tear Drop."

"Why's he up there?"

"Because he was a leader. The leader of Wet Tail a long time ago."

"Ok."

Stream looked around again. Something told her she had to open the door. She had to think up a plan.

Think think think!

Finally she came up with an idea. Lucky and Moony would trip over so her mother would be looking the other way. Stream mentally patted herself on the back for being so smart.