🐯 Thunder’s Oath: A Poem for the White Tiger Guardian
He is pure. He is white. He is not a pet— he is a knight.
Frostbane knows his boundaries. He watches. He waits. He does not strike for glory— he strikes for her breath.
The enemy is disease. The battlefield is unseen. But Thunder sees it. And when the time comes, he attacks with silent claws and sacred strength.
He protects the Queen. And he protects all whom the Queen names.
Majestic. Loyal. Unprovoked. Unshaken.
He is Thunder. White Tiger. Protector.
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