Post by Wolfaun on Nov 29, 2008 15:51:01 GMT -6
Hey everyone. My family and friends tell me i am a great story writer, so i chose to post one. Have a great time reading it!
His heart pounding hard against his chest made him realize he had to move faster. PolarPelt, a grey furred FrostPack warrior, felt outnumbered. He ran into ShadowPack territories by accident when looking for a tabby cat for prey that ran into their territory. All round him, black wolves snarled, gaining on him every second. Their red, menacing eyes locked on PolarPelt. Panting, the grey wolf steered quickly into the nearby brush, running faster and faster. Soon he realized he was not being chased anymore, smelling the ShadowPack border behind himself. PolarPelt peered up into the midnight sky, his eyes glowing like the moon above him. Sighing, the young warrior lie down, closing his eyes slowly. When PolarPelt woke up the next morning, he forgot he was not in FrostPack territories. Any animal could have attacked him. Gasping, the wolf looked around him fantically, sniffing the air for any dangers. Luckily, he was safe, able to find his scent back to FrostPack. As he arrived in the icy grass, feeling the snow on his back, PolarPelt felt happy to be home again. All around him, FrostPack wolves continued in their daily jobs and activities. Pups played in the snow as warriors rested down for a sleep. Apprentices were being tought how to fight by few Warriors. Elders were lining up for their evening meal, frozen by the cold. FrostPack was a pack with usually cold temperatures. The Pack's wolves adapt to this coldness right away when they are born. Searching the pack camp, he sprints over to his Elder Mother, FrostFur. She was an old cat with dark grey fur. Her pelt was covered in dark spots, as her paws were splotched with white. Licking her ear affectionatly, he moves on to finding the leader, Wolfaun. Behind him, the great blue FrostPack leader was resting on her frozen rock for an afternoon sleep. Padding closer, PolarPelt stops, frozen in his tracks. The grey wolf never really knew much about the leader. A few moons ago, he was a loner and son of a cruel rogu, his father. Now he is FrostPack warrior. Staring up at Wolfaun's beautiful blue and white pelt, he remembers his friend, CloudFeather, telling him about the leader. Her being like a Spirit Ancestor, her unkown powers, her unkown everything. She was just some Mystical secret. PolarPelt keeps a weary gaze on the wolf, and heads into the pack cave. Trotting, the warrior yawns, heading for his sleeping spot. That night, he had a dream from his ancestors. It was SilverTail, his grandmother. She was covered in shining grey and white, with her emerald green eyes shimmering. Nodding, PolarPelt listens to the news told. He was to go to two other packs, looking for his kin, to defeat ShadowPack's leader, DeathTalon. PolarPelt had a brother or sister in each pack: SleekPaw, his sister, was a tan, brown striped wolf in WildPack. As his brother, RisingMoon, a black, white marked wolf was in DawnPack. Opening his eyes in panic, PolarPelt stood up and raced past FrostPack members, warrior after another. As he neared the border of FrostPack, a snort and growl were heard from the right. A Polar Bear emerged from the brush, snarling at the wolf. Nearby pups scrambled into their dens for hiding, as warriors ran to help attack. Frightened half to death, PolarPelt runs and leaps over the bear with so much as a quick woosh! Hurriedly, the grey wolf scrambles across the border, racing toward DawnPack. Racing by trees and brush, he turns toward the border, sniffing it alredy. Out of luck, his brother was waiting outside of the packlands, on guard duty. The two wolves sit down behind a tree, yipping and barking about the same dream. Soon, together they head toward WildPack. This time, one of the most strict wolves was on guard. Silently, the kin sneak through the brush on the side ofthe camp, pulling SleekPaw out of the packland, whispering their news to each other. Next, the three wolves head to the beach near the loner packs, careful not to make a wrong move. They settle down on the dry sand, and form a plan. From their dreams, the wolves remember they were told that this leader was seemed to be their uncle. As told, he was worser than their rogue father. Next thing they knew, they were speeding through the bushes, leaping over streams, until they reach ShadowPack border. At this time, the wolves were in their dens for a rest, all except their leader, DeathTalon. Snarling, the wolves race towards the tree where he lay, motionless in his sleep.Snarling, PolarPelt was about to jump onto the leader, until DeathTalon awoke, clawing at the wolve's stomach and biting his leg. Taken by surprise, the FrostPack warrior limped back a few yards, licking his wounds. SleekPelt and RisingMoon howled with fiery, circling the rogue and trying to attack. DeathTalon got up, snarling, he faced RisingMoon, locking his sight on him. The leader's back faced PolarPelt, while trying to attak RisingMoon. PolarPelt stumbled up to stand, and leaped with anger onto DeathTalon's back, clawing through the skin as blood a fur shed. DeathTalon yowled with pain as he fell back down onto his soft leaf pile. Whipping around, howls were heard from behind. ShadowPack wolves were running at them. paused with panic, RisingMoon, PolarPelt, and SleekaPaw cramped together, their sides touching one another. As the dark wolves neared, they formed a circle around the three, howling with joy. The ShiroAsh, a young warrior, came up to them and licked their ears thankfully, glad that their worst enemy is dead. They turned aroung, thinking about who may be next leader. The kin licked eachother quickly, and padded off to their own packs.That night, falling asleep, the three wolves knew there would be named a new ShadowPack Leader. The only one that would make the best was ShiroAsh, the pack's wisest warrior.
His heart pounding hard against his chest made him realize he had to move faster. PolarPelt, a grey furred FrostPack warrior, felt outnumbered. He ran into ShadowPack territories by accident when looking for a tabby cat for prey that ran into their territory. All round him, black wolves snarled, gaining on him every second. Their red, menacing eyes locked on PolarPelt. Panting, the grey wolf steered quickly into the nearby brush, running faster and faster. Soon he realized he was not being chased anymore, smelling the ShadowPack border behind himself. PolarPelt peered up into the midnight sky, his eyes glowing like the moon above him. Sighing, the young warrior lie down, closing his eyes slowly. When PolarPelt woke up the next morning, he forgot he was not in FrostPack territories. Any animal could have attacked him. Gasping, the wolf looked around him fantically, sniffing the air for any dangers. Luckily, he was safe, able to find his scent back to FrostPack. As he arrived in the icy grass, feeling the snow on his back, PolarPelt felt happy to be home again. All around him, FrostPack wolves continued in their daily jobs and activities. Pups played in the snow as warriors rested down for a sleep. Apprentices were being tought how to fight by few Warriors. Elders were lining up for their evening meal, frozen by the cold. FrostPack was a pack with usually cold temperatures. The Pack's wolves adapt to this coldness right away when they are born. Searching the pack camp, he sprints over to his Elder Mother, FrostFur. She was an old cat with dark grey fur. Her pelt was covered in dark spots, as her paws were splotched with white. Licking her ear affectionatly, he moves on to finding the leader, Wolfaun. Behind him, the great blue FrostPack leader was resting on her frozen rock for an afternoon sleep. Padding closer, PolarPelt stops, frozen in his tracks. The grey wolf never really knew much about the leader. A few moons ago, he was a loner and son of a cruel rogu, his father. Now he is FrostPack warrior. Staring up at Wolfaun's beautiful blue and white pelt, he remembers his friend, CloudFeather, telling him about the leader. Her being like a Spirit Ancestor, her unkown powers, her unkown everything. She was just some Mystical secret. PolarPelt keeps a weary gaze on the wolf, and heads into the pack cave. Trotting, the warrior yawns, heading for his sleeping spot. That night, he had a dream from his ancestors. It was SilverTail, his grandmother. She was covered in shining grey and white, with her emerald green eyes shimmering. Nodding, PolarPelt listens to the news told. He was to go to two other packs, looking for his kin, to defeat ShadowPack's leader, DeathTalon. PolarPelt had a brother or sister in each pack: SleekPaw, his sister, was a tan, brown striped wolf in WildPack. As his brother, RisingMoon, a black, white marked wolf was in DawnPack. Opening his eyes in panic, PolarPelt stood up and raced past FrostPack members, warrior after another. As he neared the border of FrostPack, a snort and growl were heard from the right. A Polar Bear emerged from the brush, snarling at the wolf. Nearby pups scrambled into their dens for hiding, as warriors ran to help attack. Frightened half to death, PolarPelt runs and leaps over the bear with so much as a quick woosh! Hurriedly, the grey wolf scrambles across the border, racing toward DawnPack. Racing by trees and brush, he turns toward the border, sniffing it alredy. Out of luck, his brother was waiting outside of the packlands, on guard duty. The two wolves sit down behind a tree, yipping and barking about the same dream. Soon, together they head toward WildPack. This time, one of the most strict wolves was on guard. Silently, the kin sneak through the brush on the side ofthe camp, pulling SleekPaw out of the packland, whispering their news to each other. Next, the three wolves head to the beach near the loner packs, careful not to make a wrong move. They settle down on the dry sand, and form a plan. From their dreams, the wolves remember they were told that this leader was seemed to be their uncle. As told, he was worser than their rogue father. Next thing they knew, they were speeding through the bushes, leaping over streams, until they reach ShadowPack border. At this time, the wolves were in their dens for a rest, all except their leader, DeathTalon. Snarling, the wolves race towards the tree where he lay, motionless in his sleep.Snarling, PolarPelt was about to jump onto the leader, until DeathTalon awoke, clawing at the wolve's stomach and biting his leg. Taken by surprise, the FrostPack warrior limped back a few yards, licking his wounds. SleekPelt and RisingMoon howled with fiery, circling the rogue and trying to attack. DeathTalon got up, snarling, he faced RisingMoon, locking his sight on him. The leader's back faced PolarPelt, while trying to attak RisingMoon. PolarPelt stumbled up to stand, and leaped with anger onto DeathTalon's back, clawing through the skin as blood a fur shed. DeathTalon yowled with pain as he fell back down onto his soft leaf pile. Whipping around, howls were heard from behind. ShadowPack wolves were running at them. paused with panic, RisingMoon, PolarPelt, and SleekaPaw cramped together, their sides touching one another. As the dark wolves neared, they formed a circle around the three, howling with joy. The ShiroAsh, a young warrior, came up to them and licked their ears thankfully, glad that their worst enemy is dead. They turned aroung, thinking about who may be next leader. The kin licked eachother quickly, and padded off to their own packs.That night, falling asleep, the three wolves knew there would be named a new ShadowPack Leader. The only one that would make the best was ShiroAsh, the pack's wisest warrior.