thesis- open, introduction

He wasn't surprised many didn't know who he was. Piers had kept to himself for the better part of his early life, the first couple of months. He was a cub, of course, having tussled with his siblings for the better beginning of his life, but it wasn't long before he yearned to escape the den and step into the rest of camp. Den, well, being his mother's estate in Tanglewood and the 'camp' was the dusty, run-down town. In Piers, eyes, at least, it was a dump. He hadn't seen anything better, but clearly it was.. pretty crappy.

So, on this dreadfully slow morning, the caracal-jaguar had snuck from the darker house into the weak sun, his teeth set together as he felt the cool air brush his barely-grown in pelt. Deeo blue eyes scanned the area, before he haughtily stepped to, heading towards the town center. He wanted to get out, to meet people, to start doing things. However, he kept himself composed, head held high. The bigger brother, be it only by a few moments, had to have a proper first impression, didn't he?

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