A long time ago When RazorShade was a cub, During a Rainy day. He was Running from A rogue Short faced Bear after seeing it kill his family and ran as fast as he could but felt his lungs burning in panting from running and he suddenly slides down 
a dry river. Then he gets back up and continues running from the Short faced bear. He soon hound a hiding spot and he went in and hope that the Bear didnt find him and the bear passed by, running. Then RazorShade comes the hole that was digged and He walks For a while looking for a home, But he Accidently runs into Vines that was covering the enterance of a hidden cave and decided to live there and then days passed by and soon he grew up, Becoming a Full grown Sabre and lived alone and was able to handle of his rivals and enemies. But He has still thinked thinked about the past of what happened in his cubhood.

       He had left his lands for the first time in what felt like forever. Yibio, the raven, knew he had gone out, but he didn't say for how long he would be gone. Maybe a few hours. Maybe the whole day. Maybe even a week...or perhaps longer. Did it even matter? Zephis knew he wouldn't be missed anyway. So with that in mind, he headed southward until he reached the banks of the huge river that cut through the lands. 
       The summer sun beat down on his back as he walked along the banks, head low and ears folded back. It was clear he wasn't in a good mood, but in all honesty, he wasn't quite sure what to feel anymore...
He jumped over onto the new lands known as Young Bloods. The smell of fresh pine and damp leaves filled his nose. He inhaled, and with this he seemed to calm down. Zephis’s mind clread and became an empty void. His tongue rolled out of he’s mouth as he lapped up the cold water from the river before he went walking into the new lands.

Further west he went until the lands appeared to get drier and drier. Zephis moved under the cover of night today after he had learned how hot the western lands got during the summer. He flicked his ears as he heard the distant and low rumble of thunder in the far off distance, but he doubted it would reach this far west. Paws kissed the dusty ground, sending little puffs of dirt and dust up around his feet as Zephis walked. The bundle of herbs he had carried with him since the lake were held gently and securely in his jaws, determined to bring them back home if he didn't spitthem all out before then. Tonight, however, he was looking for something a little more...rare. .Devil’s Claw. 
It was used in fevers and he knew someone who need this herb.. He was a healer, yes. Well, a healer in training.  But poisons were more his thing and zephis hadn't been very successful finding it near the lake, he found yarrow there.. Since the plains seemed rich in herbs already, he figured he might as well try and find it on this side of the land bridge and hopefully get lucky. With the light of the moon, he began his search. The wolf moving carefully across the dry, cracked grounds.
Another day of monotony was upon him but Zephis was determined to somehow break through the boredom and enjoy himself. He'd already eaten, and chased off a mangy looking feline that was about half his height but ten times more easily perturbed. The cat was trying to steal his yarrow, and he didn’t allow that.Sporting some pretty good scratches across the right side of his face and a few more down his right shoulder and front leg, he was debating who to seek out to get this tended to while also trying to figure out some kind of adventure to go on.


Settling in the center of the tree trunk, Zephis huffed and licked carefully at the still bleeding welts on his leg. Note to self: Maybe be a bit smarter about how to start a fight with a cat. Also, he should probably learn how to treat his own scratches so he didn't have to pester anyone or risk infection.