Black Tooth vs Yellow Hill

Ossal

Sometimes these days, even Lhuna managed to get on his nerves. Second-guessing his senses...He snorted. It was a foolish thing to do. One day, instead of acting immediately on a warning, he had a feeling she was going to send a wolf or two to check it out. And then they'd end up dead. He just hoped she'd learn to place a little more faith in him before then.

Light footfalls behind him told him that Zodiak was approaching. And with that duck, too. He should know by now that I prefer not to have feathers as part of my food. There was a thud as Zodiak dropped the body behind him, clearing his throat.

"I'm not hungry." Ossal growled, "Let me eat in my own damned time. You brought that thing for Lhuna, Zodiak. Then give it to her."

"But Ossal," Zodiak said, backing up a little, "Lhuna says she doesn't think you're eating enough."

"Does she now?" Ossal mused, a wry smile on his face. Well, at least she was delegating the more tiresome responsibilities, like looking out for the elderly of the pack, to those that needed to be reminded not to fight within the pack. It was just as often Zodiak as it was Tier who she sent to deal with Ossal when he was in a bad mood. Personally, he would have preferred to talk to someone with sense. "Well then, you can tell her that she can come and talk to me about it herself."

Tier

The young hunter's mood was not much better than that of his uncle. There were times when he truly hated Zodiak. That stuck up fool wasn't even born into the pack, and yet he felt he had a right to try to push Tier around just because he was friends with the current alpha.

He glanced at Ossal. If it wasn't for the fact that he was related to the shaman, he knew Lhuna probably would've given Zodiak leadership of the hunters, as well. Well, he wasn't going to give up any time soon. He'd make sure that leadership stayed where it belonged, and didn't go to a wolf barely out of pup-hood.

*As I said in the profile, Nightstar is barely more then a pup, so hasn't got his full growth. Also since he's been hunting on his own he's very thin.*

Nightstar-

Nightstar crouched at the edge of the meadow. His black coat blending with the shadows. The buck rabbit had just gotten far enough away from its den. Normally, Star wouldn't hunt any where near a Pack's territory. He remembered Da telling him, that other wolves wouldn't be happy to see him.

But the winter was finally over. And frankly, Star was half starved. The hunting had been poor in the east for the last month. So Nightstar did what any hungry wolf would do. "Survival Rule number one", he thought wryly, "Follow the food."

The rabbit's ears twitched, Star raised his nose, testing the shifting wind currents. He was still upwind but not for long. Snarling, he lunged out of the shadows at the rabbit. It bolted, but not fast enough he was just about to catch it when he heard a shout. "What are you doing near our territory!?" Startled, he twisted around to see another wolf standing at the end of the meadow.

The rabbit wisely used the distraction to get back in its burrow. Nightstar stared after it with longing. But whether he wanted the rabbit to come out, or join it in hiding, Star wasn't sure. Sighing, Star turned and faced the other wolf, hackles raised just the slightest bit.

May I join?

Name: Kayla

Age: Two, nearly three.

Pelt colour and appearance: Exactly like her father, Lido. Midnight black but pure white chest.

Pack: Black Tooth

Position: Teacher

Sex: Female

Background: Kayla is Lido's only daughter. (I hope this is ok jok) As such, she is respected throughout the clan. Her mother, Mimi, died while giving birth to Kayla. Kayla very much like her mother meaning she has a heart. Deep down, Kayla feels like she doesn't belong in Black Tooth because she isn't ruthless in a fight. However, Kayla is one of the best when it comes to shredding another wolf. This causes a lot of tension between her and Lido. Bors is one of her best friends in the pack.

As such, Kayla loves pups and is a teacher.

(I hope this is ok jok and rider)

Storm

Storm trotted up the hill proudly, a grasshopper clamped in his jaw. He spotted Ossal in the distance. Storm ran up the hill, coming to a skidding stop before Ossal.

"Look what I got!" cried Storm, the grasshopper dropping from his mouth. Ossal gave the grasshopper a glance, then rolled over on his side, uninterested.

"Hey!" cried Storm, indignatly. Ossal growled softly in irritation.

"It's lovely."

Storm raised his head up high. "Isn't it?" he said proudly. Ossal didn't reply. Storm growled, then pounced on Ossal, nipping his ear. Ossal snarled, throwing Storm off. Storm whimpered excitedly. He jumped around, trying to entice Ossal again. When Ossal did nothing except stare at Storm sourly, Storm tried to jump on him again. Ossal slid out of the way quickly, and Storm landed with a thump on the ground.

Storm picked himself up, staggering slightly from the impact. "Not fair..." Storm muttered.

"That's quiet enough," said Ossal severely. Storm shrunk down slightly at Ossal's tone. Sliding over quietly, Storm picked up his grasshopper and bounded off back down the hill.

As Storm ran, his feet kept getting tangled in the grass. Finally, gravity became too much for Storm to fight, and he went tumbling down the hill, head over paws.

And Storm kept rolling until his ran smack into something big and furry.

**Hope everything was okay -
Anyone can jump in..

Name: Leo

Age: 9 months

Gender: female

Pack:Yellow Hill

Appearance: a deep chocolate brown with white fox markings, and a white diamond on her forehead. Small for her age (works twice as hard) teal blue eyes

Personality: kinda of spazzy at times especially around her friends. She plays around a lot with Storm, and teaches him the moves/techniques she learned. Despite her spazzy hyper attitude she finds it hard to really trust wolves(afraid of letting them in and then losing them) One of the few wolves she actually trust is Star, he reminds her of her father.

History/tactics: Leo's parents were killed in one of the raids by the black tooth pack. She was never the same, she tries to prevent fights and any type of violence. She relies mainly on strategies and her speed, most of the time she loses fights, because she can't bring herself to make the "final blow" (practice/actual fights)

Position: scout in training/pup
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Name: Viking

Age:2years

Pack: Black Tooth

Position:beta

Appearance: Dark red coat, and yellow eyes

Personality: hot headed and cruel. Enjoys watching his enemies suffer.

History/tactics: Formally of the Yellow Hill pack, he killed Leo's parents. The full story will be told later but what Leo knows is a lie.
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(I'll help you Moo and make another Black Tooth member )
Name: Ghost

Age:3years

Pack: Black Tooth

Position:Shaman

Appearance:full black

Personality: he is a ruthless killer, but at the same time is caring to his pack, he is very thoughtful, he will be kind to all of his pack except for Bors. (When ever Lark is not around) he respects Lark more than any of the others for he knows what it's like to try to prove yourself.

History:He was formally a hunter, until the old Shaman discovered his raw talent. And molded it into one of the best shamans ever. He convinced Viking to join Black Tooth, during a raid.

Tactics: He is mainly relies all on his stealth, and strength.

Hi n_n Just responding to your invite Here's my characters:

Name: Rayne

Age: 3 years

Gender: Female

Pack: Yellow Hill

Appearance: My avatar ^^ or: member9014.html Black, golden yellow, and cream with dark blue eyes

Position: Beta

History: After killing her verbally abusive father, Rayne was exiled from her former pack and wandered the backlands of her home for a year and a half before coming across the Yellow Hill pack. Hoping to get a fresh start and forget about her dark past, she joined them.

Personality: Mostly solemn, as she lives by the motto "never forgive, never forget", but she can be fun and energetic if the opportunity presents itself. She's a tad bit A.D.D, but doesn't let it get in the way of her family's needs. She rarely lets other wolves in and has few friends, but it's a good idea to get on her good side. Incredibly skilled warrior, very strong, and can take on an entire pack without fear and get out with a few scratches. The 'Achilles' of the wolf world, if you will Except...her weakness isn't physical. It's emotional - the love of her friends and family Few wolves dare challenge her, and those that do get beaten - badly. Seems to become friends with only those who are hard to open up, just like she is. Loves puppies, but pretty much hates elders for an unknown reason. Those in the middle just have to know how to get to her. Smart, cunning, and sly, she's and excellent huntress, but it was her strength, skill, and power that got her the Beta position. She is completely loyal and wouldn't dare turn against her pack or her alpha. She doesn't exactly want to be the alpha, but if something happened to Lhuna, she'd be honored to take over. She knows the burden the alpha has to bear, as her best friend was the alpha of her former pack and was the one who was forced to exile her.

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Name: Toxin

Age: 4 years

Gender: Male

Pack: Black Tooth

Appearance: Dark grey w/ dark green eyes and lime green markings: ear tips, top of muzzle and head, chest, belly, under tail, haunches, paws and forelegs

Position: Hunter

History: As he was abandoned as a pup, Toxin's heart has gone cold and he has the inability to gain respect for anyone he meets. He stumbles upon the Black Tooth pack and, realizing they are just like him, joins.

Personality: Not an incredibly skilled fighter, but not weak in any way, shape, or form. Cold blooded and black hearted. Never lets anyone in. Has a very short fuse and is always irritable. Doesn't necessarily hate his pack mates, just doesn't like them.

And Storm kept rolling until his ran smack into something big and furry.

Rayne turned half around and peered down and the pup with cold blue eyes. Storm's eyes popped and his mouth dropped. He crouched down and began creeping away. Rayne smiled and closed her eyes. She turned to Storm and laid down in front of him. His expression became confused and he stared at her.

"You're such a goof ball," she said to him. He gave her a goofy smile and she chuckled. "Why were you rolling?"

"I sorta...tripped..." he told her, a little sheepishly.

Rayne laughed heartily. "Is that so?" she asked. "Trying to get away from Ossal again?" Storm looked at the ground, embarrassed. Rayne smiled and kissed his cheek. "I understand," she said, and he looked up at her, a hint of playfulness in his face. She winked at him. "Never fancied the elders much, myself." Rayne sat up and stared into nowhere.

"You?" Storm asked, somewhat shocked. "You don't like the elders?"

Rayne scoffed. "Of course not. It's complicated, and you wouldn't understand, but I'm not too fond of them." Her icy eyes narrowed and she looked up on the hill where Ossal was resting.

Storm just stared at her. After a couple seconds, he glanced at the dirt below him. To his surprise, the grasshopper was still there, so he picked it up and presented it proudly to the solemn beta. Rayne looked down at him and smiled when she saw his prize. She looked left and right, and spotted a family of quail disappearing into a nearby bush. Very slowly, she stood and turned to them. She lowered her chest to the ground, the tip of her tail twitching furiously in every direction.

"Watch this..." she whispered to the pup.

In an instant, she was off. Storm watched in awe as the enormous she-wolf caught her prey. Within seconds, she dropped the entire quail family at his feet. His face dropped quickly and he looked up at a very proud Rayne.

"Oh..." he said, feeling slightly defeated.

Rayne laughed. "C'mon. Help me bring these back to the rest of the pack."

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Normally I'd write more, but I'm too tired right now XP It's 1:15 am here X.x
Feel free to pick up from here if you wish n_n

Cana - Yellow Hill

I was scouting out the western border. Everything was pretty peaceful. Suddenly a rustle came from a bush near her.

A rather young looking wolf tumbled out of the bush, in pursuit of a tiny rabbitt.

"What are you doing near our territory!?" I howled.

The wolf hesitated for a minute, then turned to face me. He reminded me of a pup in his hunting mannerisms

"I'm hunting." he said proudly. Obviously he didn't understand which pack's territory he was near. I didn't recognize him and he was hunting so close to Yellow Hill territory,and I got a strange sense that he was a loner.

I was angry, but took some pity on the poor wolf, it could be hard being alone. "You best be on your way out of Yellow Hill territory. Next time you get caught so close the scout may not be as kind." I warned him.

He didn't respond and looked rather dissapointed. He probably wanted someone to take him in. I was just a scout though, I didn't have that authority. I just had to warn against danger on our pack. The wolf suddenly turned and ran after another rabbitt.

I continued on my rounds. I was running freely for a long time, which felt good. I decided that the border was safe so I turned myself back towards the pack. I ran until I came to a small pup rolling around in the grass.

"Leo, you are too young to be straying this far from the elders." I told her.

The pup looked up at me, happiness in her eyes. I was never extremely fond of the pups, but I still had a little bit of a soft spot for any one in the pack who took time to enjoy life a little.

Hey guys, can we start putting Yellow Hill or Black Tooth next to our character's names? I'm a little confused now.

lawl me too. Good idea guys, and thanks to everyone for joining btw.

Yellow Hill

Zodiak stalked away from Ossal, grumbling profanities under his breath. He was heading back in the direction of Lhuna to give off about the grumpy elder. When he saw that she had disappeared from her sentinel spot, his jaw tensed until the duck's bones cracked under the force. He spat the duck carcass from his mouth bitterly, and began to pace angrily.
"I outta give that mutt a piece of my mind," he grumbled, facing the yellow grass beneath his paws. When he heard the sound of laughter ahead of him, he looked up, to see Rayne looking down at little Storm, who was carrying a whole quail in his mouth. We looked very pleased with himself as he pranced around the grass.
Zodiak's eyes shifted upwards towards the sheen of Rayne's coat. He had never seen anything like it, raven black, soft tawny golds and pure whites all in one pelt. He paused from his pacing for a few minutes to admire it, before shaking his head a little.
"What's that you got there?" he said to Storm as the little pup bombed up the plain towards him.
"Me and Rayne got quail!" he announced happily, spitting the little lump of feathers out at his feet. Zodiak grinned and licked his ear.
"I'm gunna go and show the others!" he exclaimed, before running off to the other pack members before Rayne and Zodiak could get a single word out from their mouths.
Rayne observed the pup quietly, while Zodiak thought of something to say to break the awkward silence between them.
"Uh... nice weather..." he grunted, instantly cursing himself silently afterwards. Weather? What are you, eight?
"Um... you can have the duck. Y'know. If you'd like," he said dubiously.
He had always felt slightly awkward around the tricoloured wolf. While he was trusting and fun, Rayne tended to prefer talking to wolves she was close to. He often thought of her as a clam, hard and cold on the outside, but on the inside he was sure that a beautiful pearl was hiding under her shell.
"Excuse me..." he muttered, trotting away before she could get a word out.
Not sure where to go, he began to sprint. Running was one of his favourite things. He and Lhuna had spent many of their younger days chasing after each other, and racing each other the whole way down Yellow Hill. The game was pointless however, Lhuna always was one of the fastest in Yellow Hill. He felt slightly bad for her, she was always trying to be everywhere at the same time. One minute she would be helping out on the scouting trips, next she would be helping to bring down an elk with the hunters. As he reached the bottom of the grassy slope, he stopped and panted loudly to regain his breath. The orange sun was just setting, and night was soon to take over Yellowstone's skies. Night was Zodiak's favourite time. He would sit and admire the stars, and think of many things.
He lay down, and waited for the stars to come.

*He's not a pup Lauren, and Star's been on his own for almost a year, by this point he know's what he's doing. He just acts like a pup because his parents died before they could teach him much about being a wolf.*

Loner- Nightstar-

Nightstar curled up by the river, his eyes watching as each star appeared in the sky. His ears twitched forward as, Star heard the sound of another wolf howling, from upstream. He half stood to see who it was but stopped himself.

Shivering, he curled back up, in the temorary den. It was stupid. Nightstar admonished himself. Da had told him, that no wolf pack would dare welcome a half-breed from a rival pack.

Whimpering, he closed his eyes and tried to sleep, hoping he wouldn't have nightmares.

*I need someone to stumble across Nightstar and bring him into Yellow Hill.*

Yellow Hill - Ossal

The shaman pushed himself to his feet and shook the sleepiness out of his bones after a little more rest. Lhuna was right, he was starting to get a little hungry. Of course, he'd never admit such a thing to her. And since Zodiak hadn't sent her back yet, he'd leave her to find him. The youth of this pack needed to be reminded that they didn't hold sway over him, after all.

Besides, he was hungry.

He wandered away from the main dens, towards the edges of the pack's territory. It was safe, his intuition told him, and there was something to be found there. Not enemies, he knew that. Also not anyone from his own pack. And not prey. So he wasn't entirely sure what was to be found there, but when Ossal's senses told him to go, he went.

The old wolf raised his head to see stars appearing one by one in the sky, and he sat for a time and watched them. There was a mystical quality to them, every shaman that had ever lived recognised that the stars held secrets. Some claimed that it was where their sense came from. Ossal himself believed that it was from both the stars and the land. The sky saw, the land spoke, and the spirits of shamans past guided.

And now, everything was guiding him towards one spot, as though there was some kind of flare there.

What he found was what looked vaguely like a den, although obviously not a good one. He sniffed the air, and caught the scent of another wolf within. But it was not one he recognised, similar to his pack, and yet also similar to that of his enemy's.

Ossal peered inside to see a young wolf curled up within. The shaman looked at the whimpering form, and cleared his throat.

The other wolf quickly looked up and composed himself, putting on a brave face, "Who're you?"

"My name is Ossal." He replied, sitting down, "I'm the shaman of the Yellow Hill pack."

"I'm Star." The other one replied.

Ossal looked around, and then a frown crossed his face. The shallow cave was empty except for the young wolf, and Ossal glanced back at him, "Where are your parents, Star?"

"Dead." He replied, whimpering a little.

"And you've been on your own for all this time?"

Star nodded in reply, and Ossal felt, for the first time in a long time, a strange sense of sympathy. This wolf was very much like him, more or less all alone in the world. Certainly, Ossal had a pack, and family, but none close. And...The shaman's eyes slid to the boy. He had talent in there. Ossal could sense it.

"Perhaps I should show you the way back to Yellow Hill. I'm sure Lhuna would be happy to let you stay as my apprentice." Indeed, the Alpha would probably be ecstatic with Ossal taking an apprentice, it would mean the old wolf would start being less of an ogre to the pups.

Loner- Nightstar-

Stretching, Star sat up and watched the older wolf, head cocked to one side. "My mother was from Yellow Hill."

The older wolf sat down beside him. "What was her name?"

"Leaf." Nightstar lifted his head with pride. "And my father was Moonshadow. Da said no pack would take in the son of a rival pack, even one who'd never seen it." He eyed the other wolf watching for his reaction.

*All I got, it's 4am here, an' I'm beat.*

*sorry for the mixup. I'll fix that right away.*

Ossal

He contemplated the boy's words for a long while. Leaf had been a good friend of his, another of the old pack that he'd been saddened to lose. Moonshadow, well, the two of them had never been close. But the spirits had told him that he'd left Black Tooth, and Ossal respected him for that.

At last, the shaman looked at the boy again, "Your father was right, Star. No pack would ever take the pup of a rival pack. But you are not the son of a rival pack. Moonshadow disowned Black Tooth, and so you are not a son of them."

He looked down a little, "But for that same reason, I cannot call you a son of Yellow Hill. Unless you choose to return." He chuckled a little, "I might be old and bitter, but Lhuna, the Alpha, still listens to me. And I could do with someone to talk to regularly than her and my idiot nephew."

Ossal knew that Tier wasn't going to get along well with Star. He could see that Star was more or less the opposite of the hunter, he had potential as a shaman, for one thing, and Tier would be jealous of that. For another, Ossal felt he could relate to Star better than he ever had to his hot-headed nephew, and Tier would hate that even more. But let him think that way, the boy needed a serious wake-up call. Maybe taking on Star as his apprentice would make Tier understand that he had to get serious if he ever wanted to be something important in the pack.