CHEATING BASTARD TWO

This bitch died on my birthday

Dahlia glanced at the tiny golden cub sat at her forepaws; barely over half the size of the lion cubs born on the same month, the little leopon hardly seemed fit to travel. However, Saggles, the queen of Dahlia's current (and soon to be former) home had insisted that they could not stay any longer.

"She's not yet weaned and won't be for another month!" Dahlia was met with scorn. She tried to be angry for herself, but really she was only angry AT herself. It was due to her affair with that male leopard that Greg had come to be born. Despite her self-directed anger, she couldn't muster up any regret for what she'd done. Only guilt towards little Greg, living like a mouse raised alongside rats. She bore the marks of uneven scuffles with the other young cubs, specks of her rosetted pelt torn from overzealous playtime.

Rogue, Greg's father, had found her at the outskirts of Saggles's territory. In truth, the first time they'd met had been mere moments before she'd joined Saggles's pride. He was charming, more than she though a leopard could be. He talked of solitary life, how difficult it was. He'd scampered off at Saggles's approach, but not before promising to meet again in just a day.

Dahlia had never fallen in love before.

After Rogue had showcased how nimble he was by bolting up a tree in a few seconds, Dahlia scrambled and struggled her way up behind him. Just when Dahlia thought she'd caught her breath, it was knocked right back out of her by Rogue's warm laugh. Adoration.

Dahlia leaned in, brushing a leaf from his fur, and the rest was history with Greg as the evidence.