Redhawk Caldera silverchair

Cameo only, feel free to powerplay as you like, just tag me for reference if something important happens!

No matter how many times Teya pushed Sora away, the tiny girl just kept coming back. They ought to have named her Boomerang. At first, it was not at her behest; she would find herself separated from her beloved mama and would begin to whimper and sniffle, but she was always pulled back in eventually. As she grew and learned the use of her paddling limbs, she began to find her own way back.

A gentle but keening cry took up in her throat when she found herself alone again. She began dragging herself along with ineffectual strokes of her stubby legs, searching for Teya. Like always, her mother pulled her back after a time. Each time was met with immediate forgiveness and affection, aided as much by an inherently loving spirit as her current inability to remember each rejection. Feeling and smelling Teya's fur tickling her pugged nose and growing whiskers, Sorana cuddled in close with a contented, squeaky yawn and curled all her paws in toward her belly.