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Cloverly has a minion!

Prey the Grave Reminder

Cloverly

The

Custom Arid Velosotor
Owner:

kudzu

Age: 3 years, 2 weeks, 5 days

Born: March 31st, 2021

Adopted: 3 years, 2 weeks, 5 days ago

Adopted: March 31st, 2021

Pet Spotlight Winner
January 8th

Statistics

Level: 1
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

“Welcome to the world, little Cloverly.”

Once her snout poked from the warm shell of her egg and allowed the light to filter in, Cloverly remembered everything from the moment of her hatching. The soothing voice was… Mama? It had to be. She continued to break from her shell, her eyes not yet open but her senses guiding her towards the light and Mama.

“There you go, little one. You can do it.”

She felt herself being lifted as the shell fell away from her. Warm and gentle, like the voice.

“Good job, Cloverly. You can join your sisters shortly.”

She felt safe, knowing she had a family waiting for her.

***

Cloverly learned as she entered adolescence that Mama wasn’t actually Mama. The association of “Mama” slowly became “Alpha”, as they never provided a name but it was clear they were the leader. They didn’t look like her or her sisters but were much more… squishy.

Despite this, they were kind and led well as Alpha, so Cloverly felt safe and cared for. She was eager to learn, listen, and had an innate curiosity that got her in trouble sometimes, but Alpha never seemed more than amused, even when Cloverly found a way to let some prey loose during an unrelated training session. Her sister, Beta, did not feel this way.

After the commotion Cloverly caused and Alpha was not around, Beta came at her with snapping teeth.

“Behave yourself, sister!” She snarled, “You can’t keep sticking your snout where it doesn’t belong!”

Ashamed, Cloverly leaned back on her haunches and didn’t make eye contact, “I just wanted to see what would happen.”

“The next time this happens, I will take it as a challenge to me,” Beta growled, “think about that carefully.”

“Yes, sister,” she responded meekly.

***

As Cloverly and her sisters entered adulthood, the roles in the pack became clear between them.

Alpha wasn’t always there, but they were in charge. They guided them through training for hunting, searching, problem solving, and communicating. When Cloverly had to be in the weird-cage-no-one-liked, Alpha always scratched her jaw where it felt soothing. Other Squishies like Alpha did sometimes too. Cloverly didn’t mind because Alpha didn’t mind, but she was still wary. They didn’t smell like the pack.

Beta’s favourite thing was hunting. She was very good at following and interpreting Alpha’s orders and leading Cloverly and Marble to success. She was extremely focused and disciplined and Cloverly respected her as much as she feared her.

Marble was keenest with scavenging and tracking. She had a good snout and was able to follow a scent trail more quickly than her sisters. She could always tell when they were going to be fed which had let to some surprise from both Alpha and the other Squishies that were around. The sisters had a good time and a moderate feast after their heist.

Cloverly excelled at problem solving. Her curiosity helped her discover things that seemed hidden or nondescript. Her favourite exercises with Alpha were mazes. She had, on more than one occasion, figured out something that upset many Squishes. She didn’t remember what happened during those days as much- it felt like she slept for a long time after solving those puzzles.

***

It was a windy day when Alpha cut some of their training short. They seemed upset over something, although Cloverly couldn’t tell what. Another Squishie had shown up and Alpha didn’t like it. Marble was upset about this.

“They keep taking Alpha away from us.” She growled as they watched Alpha walk into the nearby building, “they smell bad. Nothing like Alpha or the other packs.”

Beta sniffed the air and snorted, “We need to keep a close watch on them, sisters.”

Cloverly chuffed in agreement. It was then the sky flashed and rain poured down. The sisters made their way to their shelter and huddled up for the night to ride out the storm.

Cloverly couldn’t sleep. It was a particular flash that caught her eye as she lightly dozing. It wasn’t the same that was from the sky but came from the building Alpha always was in. A light was on and she could make out Alpha and the unfamiliar Squishie from before, both waving their arms around emphatically at each other until Alpha was struck across the jaw by the other.

A flash from the sky, louder than the rest, shook Cloverly’s bones as she was on her feet, growling. The flash caused sparks to fly from the nearby fence and when she looked back at the building, no one was there. The lights at the top of the fence were off.

“What’s wrong?” Beta and Marble were up and already stalking out to search for danger.

“Alpha was attacked,” Cloverly barked in the direction of the building, “they’re gone now but-“

The pack heard the sound of Alpha’s motor which they used when hunting, followed by an unfamiliar one.

“Alpha’s being hunted!” Marble hissed and hopped from foot to foot, both anxious and eager.

Beta took off and the other two followed, “find a way out!”

“The fence is off!” Cloverly ran beside Beta, “No shocks; I can open it!”

Not waiting for her sister to respond, Cloverly sprinted to the downed fence. She had figured out the latch on the small gate before and even though it was changed since then, she knew she could figure it out again.

It didn’t take her long before she could find the pins needed to be removed. With a few strong strikes against it, the gate started to bend from its weak point. The sisters took turns striking it and digging at the dirt below and before long they had an opening to fit through.

The pack was truly out of their pen. To the left was the large door that the motors had come through, leaving two sets of tracks in the ground. They heard a bang in the distance, followed by a louder snapping sound.

“Marble! Track!” Beta commanded and the middle sister was immediately on it. Sniffing the ground and then barking, she took off to lead the hunt.

When they were close, they assumed hunting formation and split three ways. Cloverly saw Alpha’s motor on the ground, damaged and smoking despite the rain. The other motor was there with the Unfamiliar being getting off of it. Alpha was lying in the mud in between.

Cloverly could see exactly what the Unfamiliar was about to do as it reached for a weapon - very similar to some of their training exercises.

Beta leapt from the bushes in front of Alpha and roared at the Unfamiliar, “Leave my family alone!”

Marble and Cloverly approached from the sides, and the Unfamiliar didn’t yield to Beta and started to raise their arm with the weapon at her. Cloverly pounced, landing her full weight on the Unfamiliar. The weapon fell from their hand as it struggled beneath her. Without hesitation she tore into it with her teeth and claws and Marble joined her, intent on protecting one of her own.

They only stopped when Beta shouted at them. The looked to see Alpha standing up, covered in mud and rain.

“I don’t know how you three got out but I am glad you did.” Alpha reached out a hand slowly and Beta carefully nudged it. Cloverly stood back, wary, but glad Alpha wasn’t hurt.

“I need to go back, I hope you’ll come too.” Alpha was speaking firmly. Beta snorted.

“Sisters, Alpha has protected us as we have protected them.”

Marble barked agreement and Cloverly followed suit. The pack made their way back to the compound as if an escort for Alpha. Cloverly hoped her part in their escape and saving of Alpha was met with a delicious reward.

***