This lil gal grew up without her mom (she died while birthing her). Her dad raised her! We was an older cat but a loving, understanding and intelligent figure. They were near a Twoleg garden one day hunting and a dog snuck up on them. Her dad rushed her to the tree beside them and shoved her up. There wasn't time for both of them to climb, the dog was too close and she was only a tail-length from the bottom of the tree. The dog could easily reach her. It snapped at her tail as she climbed and her father spun around and slashed ferociously at its muzzle. It happened very quickly. Luckily, Swampheart was climbing the tree and didn't see the dog chomp down on her father's neck and throw him. She kept climbing, claws tearing and chest heaving in panic. She reached a limb and realized there was excruciating pain in her tail. The dog had bit mostly through it and she had to bite through the last of the muscle tissue attaching it. Missing most of her tail, her father no where to be seen, and the dog barking and pacing the bottom of the tree, she crouched, shaking and in shock until night fell and fell unconscious. The next day, she didn't stop to find her father. If he were alive, he would have come back to her. So she tried climbing down but fell most of the way, injuring her front paw. And then she ran. She ran away from the Twolegplace. She ran as far as she could before her body gave out and she dragged herself under a thicket to rest.
