Don was feeling restless again, and thirst for a challenge greater than what he had already overcome. Being a reaver had truly been his calling, allowing him to immerse himself in the pride's ways while he continued to do what he enjoyed most: taking advantage of the weak, pathetic excuses for life. If you weren't strong enough to defend what you had, you didn't deserve it. Now he wanted more. To claim the rank of captain would surely allow him to apply himself in more challenging and critical ways that being a reaver had not.
Don's stride was confident as he strode up to the mouth of the den he knew a captain lived in. He'd not met this captain before, but since Don did not belong to any particular band, he had the right to challenge anyone of the rank. His lips pulled back into a snarl as he roared his challenge for all to hear. "Captain Nott'Modr, I challenge you in time of Breytast Vindar for the right to be called captain!"
He waited for whatever response he might receive, head held high and ruby eyes fierce with keen ambition. In preparation his claws slid from their sheathes and his muscles tensed, causing the fur at his shoulder to shudder with anticipation.
-- NekoGamer --
