Warrior

The plain gray room was silent as the cub looked around. The walls were once colored a cheery yellow, but the paint was chipped and fading, revealing the stone walls beneath it. The room only had a few pieces of furniture. By the North wall, there was a small wooden dresser, by the East wall, a bed. The bed was clearly designed with a cub in mind, it was small and only raised a few inches above the ground.

Said cub it was designed for paced around the room, before lowering himself to the old wooden floor and crawling to the door, his sensitive ears trained for noises outside the room. Satisfied and relieved to find he had no eavesdroppers, Gilbert shook the dirt off his fur and padded to the bed before lowering himself to his belly again before crawling under the small bed and reaching for a cardboard box that he had stowed under there. Grasping one of the tattered flaps and slowly backing from under the bed, he pumped a paw in the air and smiled in silent victory.

He carefully removed each item from the box, turning them over in his paw before setting them on the floor beside the box. First was a spinning top, rusty and dented from years of play. Second were four crayons, each of which were more than half used up, the paper carefully torn back from the edges, and if one were to look inside the box where the cub kept them and the rest of his few toys, they would find that the box had been neatly colored. Third was a wooden yo-yo, which was what Gilbert was most interested with playing with at the moment. He put the other toys back in the box and slid it under the bed.