You've been close with your mother, an amur leapord, naturally making you one. But you were only little, just learning to climb trees being curious, it was natural, you were only 13 weeks old.

You knew you didn't have rime for remorse. Your mother had made that clear after your sibling had been attacked by humans, and you were forced to leave rather quickly. Your mother didn't show an ounce of mourning.

Which is why she only gives you a few small nudges of encouragement. You were messing around, learning to climb trees when you had fallen from the tree, your back leg stuck between two trees. Your leg had broken, as well as your pelvis.

You eventually got your leg free, but your mother was nowhere in sight, leaving you alone to die.

You drag yourself over to a place of cover to be your final resting spot....

But a few hours later, Ghost started walking through the forests of Russia to find you through the blood in the snow. He didn't mean to stop nature from its course... just a small little help, he told himself.

He stuffed your broken body into his coat, being gentle with your broken leg. He tried to warm you up and hide your blood. He walked along to get back to leave. He put a makeshift cast on your little leg. He knew he shouldn't have, but he couldn't let you die. So he gently set you on his lap the plane ride home, stroking your spotted fur. "Poor little kitty...." He'd mumble and pet you.