A Moth's Tale

In the desert, a group of cats call home in its sandy dunes. The Tribe of Burning Sun, ruled by a Pharoah and the gods, has been living relatively peaceful lives. There were a series of laws set by both the Pharoah and gods, and if anyone disobey, they would die.

Or that's what Mothtail was always believed. The third born prince to the throne, right under his brother and half-brother, Mothtail never got much love. His mother left when he was barely able to open his eyes, his father's words turned him into something he shouldn't had been.

He was a lowly servant to a prince he always adored, his brother, Milkweedsong.

But it changed when she came into his life, when they all came into his life.

"Give me a reason to not kill you in front of everyone?" Hickorylight snapped at the Myrtle below. Embereye held her head down. Stealing was against the laws, a sin amongst the tribe.

Mothpaw shuffled his paws slightly, nervous to hear Hickorylight's words. Milkweedpaw stood by him, his soft white fur comforting and familiar. Why did he always feel more always ease around him?

'Because that is what you were born to do, to stay by his side and serve him until you take your last breath,' he reminded himself.

"Embereye, for the price of stealing from me, the Pharoah, you will pay with your blood," he announced.

Sparkling Sands owned by: @-Burning_Lands-
Mothtail, Sunclaw, and Sweetfur owned by: me
All the others belong to their rightful owners
Story by: me
Cover by: me

Offical Cover is still in the works!

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