Life decisions were hard to make when you really didn’t know much of anything. Was it better to swipe with the left paw or the right, and how far did you have to crouch back and wait before you pounced? Would jumping on beetles really prepare him for zebra and what would happen if he wasn’t good at hunting? Did it come naturally to everyone, or was he an exception? Was the will to protect enough when it came to the point to defend? Was he prepared to make the decision that would place him in the pride when he was unsure of so much? It was a heavy decision, he could tell that much, but he was frustrated on how to decide. His mother told him, while nestled against her, that he would know, but time was fast approaching for him to move on to that point, and he was still as unsure as when he told her so many times that he didn’t know. He knew she probably wanted him to be something great, but each rank demanded protection for themselves and others, and what did that mean when he couldn’t even defend himself between the other cubs that would bite on his ears and keep him pinned every playtime. As it was, he limited himself to hunter, crafter, or navigator. Hunters only had to bring in food and only had to protect themselves, but crafters made the items of high ranking members. Navigators needed to know the area. For all those reasons, he was out, away from the other cubs who already puffed with pride at their decision as if it was already set in stone, and because his mother was tending to his sisters which meant no protection if any of the boys and even the girls decided to use him as a launching point. He was sure that with a bit of wandering, he’d find out where he belonged. If he could navigate back with ease, he’d be a navigator. If he found something that inspired him to make something, he’d be a crafter, and if he managed to kill something, he’d be a hunter. Fate would show him the way, just as his mother had said.
