Random!
Something I came up with a few seconds. Not sure if I should continue it or not. Mind you, I just wrote what came into my head.
He descend the small hill from his day of hunting, the buck that he had been tracking for three days, he finally got. Feeling good about himself and proud he trudged on homeward. He was nearly a man, one more year to go and then he would be taking his "Proving Trial". The Proving Trial was when a boy becomes a man, the boy is given everything hell need to survive in the wilderness for two nights, he is told to stay out there for a month, 28 more days than he is given supplies. He went on his Trial and succeed, he was crossing a field of juniper berries near the forest that his mother had just planted a month earlier. As he walked he noticed that there are many deep heavy boot print in the ground, stomping over many of the berries, they are splattered across the lively grass that feels so warm underneath the early morning sun. He saw his small house in the distance, a gush of black smoke is trailing from his familys house. He slung his bow and kill over his back and start to sprint back home, he caught his foot and tumble down a small ravine side, landing in the water and hitting his head, he was knocked out. he awoke hours later, seeing the smoke gone and his house in scorched ash, he found his parents and brothers. Their skeletons are scattered throughout the small gross knoll near the front of the house. he cried, cried and cried till his eyes hurt. he saw the small red cross, his mind went blank, murderous thoughts started to pollute his once young mind. The Templar's, they killed his livelihood, his home, his safety, his blood. he remembered that his father had once told his stories of how he had helped take Jarvic from the English when he had sailed many years before he was born. He said he had buried his chest in the juniper fields. He went out and dug with his bare paws, his claws split, his fingers are cute and bloody as he finally discovered the chest of his father. The chest is brimming with chain-mail, leather bracers, leather boots, capped with steel, a red linen cloth is wrapped around the chain-mail. he pulled your long brown hair into a pony-tail, tie it off and adorned his fathers armor, he wrapped the red linen around his chain-mail shirt like a toga and grab your fathers sword and knife. A long steel, heavy blade, inscribed with small runes. These runes mean Bloodspitter, he sheathed the blade into it`s leather hold after taking a long time to inspect it. he sighed heavily, take a last look and start tracking the Templar, their deaths will help his family pass into Valhalla. His blue eyes full of tears, pain and anger as he padded along in the grass and left his home behind. His black tail swayed with the clanking of the mail and crunching of dirt echoed as the sun slowly went down and his journey had begun.