Sir Gilbert and the Sandcats

A few words from the Author
I got inspired to write this story from Wires, and it takes place during Wires and afterwards. THIS IS A COMEPLTELY FAN-MADE STORY! All copyright goes to TechSaur who originally wrote the story. Excellent work on Wires, Techy!

The Story
Dembia and Clawslash were the sandcats' most strongest members - yet they weren't fighters. Hiding behind the Jamaa Township board, they watched as the rest of their kind fought and die. Dembia was a female, a small heart-shaped birthmark on her side. Clawslash, a male sandcat, used to fight with fellow sandcats whomn would plot to betray them, but after getting a scar over the eye, stopped fighting. "I'm scared, Clawslash," Dembia whispered. "Do you think we'll be alright?" "I think we will," he replied. "We just need to hope." After the war, it all returned to normal with the rest of the animals - but the remaining sandcat pair were scared hopeless, starving, and thirsty after the long war. They needed a feline alpha who trusted in them. And that, is how they came to Sir Gilbert.

Sir Gilbert was roaring with pride in Sarepia Forest, as some tigers do. He decided to prowl over to the Alpha HQ to see how the others were doing. Gilbert was just about to pack up his stuff when he heard a tiny meow. Knowing that all of the sandcats were eradicated from living in Jamaa, he decided to walk over to where the noise was coming from, seeing as it sounded like a sancat's meow. He was surprised to see the two sandcat survivors from the war, but they didn't have an injury on them. They both were so terribly thin, you could see their ribcage protrude out from the skin. One of them shakily said, "H-hi. I'm Dembia, and the other cat is Clawslash." Gilbert replied, "Why are you two here?!?! You're supposed to be banished from Jamaa, like the other sandcats!" Clawslash collapsed at that very moment, Dembia rushing tearfully to his side. "Because," Clawslash said. "We're not fighters. We simply hid in fear behind the Jamaa Township board, afraid to become one of the fighters who tried to slay." Gilbert wasn't taking this in too easily, though. He needed actual PROOF that they weren't fighters.

After quite an exhaustingly long explanation, Sir Gilbert gave them some food and water. "Here," he said. "You can stay at my den, I will tell the Alphas your story to let them believe you. But I will not reveal this to the public, for the other felines will start attacking you." Dembia and Clawslash nodded in agreement. "I suggest bringing us - concealed on the journey - as more living proof, and it may be better for us to tell our own story." Clawslash suggested. Gilbert agreed, and he gently lifted them under his blanket, motioning them for the to stay as flat as possible on his back. He prowled through the Temple of Zios to the AHQ, ignoring the adoring mob of tigers and other animals asking for his signature or a souveneir from him. He arrived at the Alpha HQ, unveiling the sandcat pair to them. All of them were angry at the two survivors, until Dembia and Clawslash unveiled their story and past of why they weren't fighters. Sir Gilbert added, "Do not reveal this news of their presence, for the felines will try to attack them." All of them nodded. "I have just one thing to reveal to the sandcats," Greely said. "Most of the enviroment outside of Jamaa is dominated by the Phantoms, creating an unfit and dangerous enviroment to be in. Sorry, I truly am sorry for the rest of your kind." More will be coming!