**Chupa: Toxin and Sting are here too. I just never found a place to put them in
Singing: It's more than my forte; it's my fortissimo --- They say "Guns don't kill people. People kill people." Well, I think guns help. If you just stand there and yell BANG I don't think you're going to kill too many people...
**Right - I'm going to attempt to bring Hera in, Chupatoasta.
Lark, previously Black Tooth
Lark watched the she-wolf prance away happily. Lark wondered what it would be like to be in Windsong's position. She obviously had a set place in her pack, and was comfortable and happy with it.
And Lark was being offered to have the same.
How could she refuse? Black Tooth was no where to be found, and even if they were found, Lark would not want to rejoin them. Tentatively, Lark turned back to the Alpha.
"What do you say, Lark?"
Lark flicked her ears towards the Alpha. She took a breath, attempting to steady her voice. "I would l - "
But suddenly, a long, low howl sounded through the air around them. Lark stood straight up, her ears twisting to her better. Lark recognized the sound as one of a Black tooth wolf. Lark shrunk to the ground again, quivering.
The Alpha stood and moved to the mouth of the den. He turned back to Lark. "Do you recognize that howl?" he asked sharply. Lark shrunk back from him for a moment.
"Its from my - from Black Tooth. I don't know who."
The Alpha glanced back at her for a moment. "Answer them."
"What?"
"I need to know how many there are. Answer to your pack, Lark."
The Alpha stepped aside for Lark to exit the den. Lark's heart was pounding, terrified of who it might be... But she felt the Alpha's expectant eyes on her, and so she howled weakly back to her pack member. Sitting down, Lark watched the edge of the forest nervously, waiting for any distant dream of joining this new pack to come crashing down.
"The grasshopper!... Mind the grasshopper!... A grasshopper not only turns, it hops!... It hops!... And it hops jolly high!" ~Erik, The Phantom of the Opera
The young Lark sunk to the ground after she called back to her pack member. She seemed nervous, or afraid, of who might respond. I wanted to go to her, to comfort her. I wanted to let her know she could still have a place in my pack.
Suddenly, my mate joined me at the entrance to the den. "I heard about your new friend." Skye said.
I smiled. "Yes, she could be quite the wolf someday."
Skye rested her head on my shoulder. "You old softy." she said affectionatly.
"Father." Windsong called to me. "We have more visitors."
I looked to my daughter and couldn't help but smile. She had grown into a fine young warrior, and had made the entire pack proud. She stood by three wolves who I had never seen before.
"Very well." I said. I stood and moved closer to them, groaning as I stood.
"You are becoming an old man." Skye teased.
I just laughed and kept my path. I sat down again once I was closer to the new wolves. "Hello, my name is Redwind. I am the Alpha of the Warrior clan. And you are?"
Hera waited patiently, pacing after a few moments. Right before she went to crash on the ground in a forlorn heap a small howl rang back to Hera's ears. Lark! She thought with a happy bark, running at full speed in the direction the howl had come from. She had always admired Lark's strong presence, even if she had held one of the lowest positions in the pack. She had truly been one of Hera's favorite pups, even if they hadn't spent a lot of time together. Hopefully Lark thought the same of Hera, and knew that she wasn't like so many other Black Tooth wolves.
Hera bounded closer to the area the howl had come from, emerald eyes peering out of the edge of the forest. She saw Lark sitting in front of the mouth of a large den, obviously an alpha's another wolf stood behind her. It was Lark and she was alive! The yearling was alive and she looked so much older that Hera remembered. Then again, it had been a long time. Hera couldn't contain her joy any longer and she shot out of the forest, running straight at Lark. Lark's worried appearance slowly shifted into a relieved on as Hera got closer, a wolfish smile on her face. She didn't care if she was entering an unknown wolf's territory. Lark was alive.
When Hera was only a couple paces from tackling Lark in a joyful romp two, very large wolves jumped in front of her, snarling angrily. Hera's eyes widened as she slid to a stop, soon glaring. If the thought they were going to keep her away from a former pack member they were entirely wrong. The fur on Hera's neck rose, along with her hackles as she bared her teeth, growling back despite the size difference in her and the two larger wolves.
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Oh, the tiger will love you. There is no sincerer love than the love of food. George Bernard Shaw
"Fury is going to kill us," Poison whimpered. "Fury is going to kill us."
"I'm going to kill you if you don't shut up!" Nuk growled. "Besides, Fury is going to kill you, not me."
"Whadya mean?" he exclaimed. Nukpana raised an eyebrow and smiled.
"It's your fault they got away, Poison. Remember you were the one to distract me," she shrugged.
Poison whimpered a little more and shrunk to the ground, mumbling to himself. Nuk noticed a group up ahead. It was her clan. The Brushfires were...celebrating!
"You may just be in luck," Nukpana grinned. "I think they've caught something!"
Nukpana ran down the path and straight to the group. Fury gave her a big smile and Nuk grinned back. If she admired anyone it was Fury.
"We've got them," he said, victoriously. "A she-wolf in the wrong place at the wrong time."
"Excellent," she replied. Fury turned to the wolf who was trembling but attempting to act brave.
"Do it," Fury whispered, calmly. The wolves attacked the the defenceless she-wolf. Nukpana grinned at her Alfa and he looked back approvingly. Here was there example. No one would ever question their power!
**Just to clear this up. The she-wolf was no one. Just a random character. I didn't want anyone to think it was theirs. (:**
Hermione, shut your ungodly, lopsided mouth and quit interrupting! 20 points from Gryffindor. You know, for the brightest witch of your age you can sure be a dumba** sometimes. *smiles* 10 points to Dumbledore!
"You three are very welcome to stay here with us for the time being. Whether you will wish to join our pack, or just rest until you wish to find more of your own pack." I told them.
Suddenly, loud snarling erupted from the edge of the small clearing the den was in. I looked to see two of the clans strongest wolves standing between Lark and another wolf.
"Stand down, you two." I told them.
They both, reluctantly, stepped away from the two.
I made my way to the new wolf and sat next to Lark. "Hello," I greeted. "I am Redwind, Alpha of the Warrior Clan. You must be Lark's pack member who we heard howling just a few moments ago." It seemed as if I had welcomed an odd amount of wolves today. Some of the pack wouldn't take too kindly to foreign wolves in their den, but I never did have the heart to turn away a wolf in need.
I'd reserved a spot earlier, and never got to posting ... If it isn't okay here, if you have a DT just mention it in there, and I'll delete it and move it to the DT if I'm still allowed to join.
Name: North
Warrior name: Thistlefur (hope it hasn't been taken)
Age: Two and a half.
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Pointed ears, and a small build, North, now named "Thistlefur" looks just about ready to be creeping around with speed and agility. Dainty paws and a small, narrow snout, Thistlefur is just every bit as spunky of a girl as a pup might be. She has mixture of dark, charcoal grays, almost brindle in colour with lighter tan furs and white furs around her ears and snout. She is known for her bright armber eyes that contrast greatly with her dark pelt.
Name "Thistlefur" because she always came back with thistles stuck in her pelt.
Scars or markings: She favours her back right foot, so she tends to limp around because of a pink scar on the tendon. Her left her has a little nick in it, a tiny mising piece.
Personality: Spunky and mischievous, and always seems to be looking for trouble. She's unlucky, almost jinxed, and always seems to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. She's pretty gutsy and spirited, and overall immature. She's a little clueless, too.
Strengths: - Her noteable speed
- other than that, no great strengths
Weaknesses: - combat
- patience
- forgetting her fears
History: She doesn't have a particularily long history. She hasn't seen her parents for a year now -- they've gone missing. She has just had her coming-of-age, really, and needs to improve a lot on her warrior skills.
Thoughts on the Brushfire clan: "I don't know a lot about them, really."
Family: Mother and father are missing; she was their first pup.
Other: Up for love. And I'm a little clueless about this, sorry.
"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person.
Yeah sure, you can still join. If you get a little lost on what has happened so far, PM me
Zodiak, Yellow Hill Hunter
Zodiak's heart soared happily at the sound on her words. A huge grin plastered on his face as he jumped to his feet and said to Rayne, "First to find something to eat wins!"
"Wins what?" Rayne laughed, getting to her feet and galloping after him. Zodiak kept his nose to the ground as he ran, sniffing in and out fast as his mind raced to decipher the scents.
Pronghorn! He veered off to the left, Rayne racing after them as they crashed through the undergrowth and burst into a clearing.
He barely had time to pick a target as a female pronghorn lifted her head from the grass alertly, her eyes widening at the sight of the two racing wolves heading straight for her.
Zodiak took his chance upon hearing Rayne's laughter just behind him, tensing his muscles before flinging himself into the air. His teeth closed on the side of the doe's neck, but he clung on and swung to the other side of her, both animals crashing to the ground.
Zodiak rolled to his feet, seeing a flash of yellow as Rayne jumped into the air towards the fallen doe, ready to give the final bite to the throat. Zodiak could have made it from there to the pronghorn before Rayne did, but with a grin he let Rayne kill the pronghorn.
"You win," he said with a smile. He wouldn't usually allow another wolf to beat him on a hunt. Heh. The hunts that he and Tier shared were something like this, except much at a faster tempo with a lot of snarling and bickering.
Zodiak sat down with the same dazed grin on his face, thoughts of the Brushfire Clan and any other worry far from his mind. He dipped his head to Rayne.
"Ladies first," he grinned, gesturing to the pronghorn kill.
Lhuna, Yellow Hill Alpha
Lhuna rolled in the grass with her two long lost friends, growling and chewing on each other's pelts playfully. She couldn't have been happier to see them both, but a more prominent thought played on her mind.
She had to find the others. She felt a pang in her chest when she thought of them. Rayne, Zodiak, Ossal, Tier... then the list would go dead, cold as the other wolves that still lay still upon the battlefield where they fell.
"We have to find the others," she murmured. The playful mood calmed as Storm chewed on Lhuna's ear in thought.
"You're right Lhuna," Storm said after a pause.
"But where should we look?" Star wondered aloud.
“Poetry is old, ancient, goes back far. It is among the oldest of living things. So old it is that no man knows how and why the first poems came.”
**I'm a little frustrated right now. This is what happened to Storm in the last storybook as well. No one has reacted at all to the Storm/Star jealousy thing that I posted about. In my post, I will include that jealousy again, just to keep in character for Storm. I didn't want anyone to get confused when they read it.
Storm, Yellow Hill
Storm rolled onto his back. "I found you because of your howl," said Storm, watching Lhuna and pointedly ignoring Nightstar. "If we just travel and let our presence be known, we have to find them sometime."
Out of the corner of his eye, Storm saw Nightstar sit up quickly. "But we would alert every wolf pack in the area where we are!"
Storm rolled back onto his belly. "That would be the point," said Storm sarcastically. He couldn't help but feel resentful. Nightstar had not only ruined Storm's reunion with Lhuna, but he had also poked a hole in Storm's plan. Nightstar was not Storm's Alpha! That privilege belonged to Lhuna, and Lhuna alone.
"And if we are in some foreign wolf pack's territory?" Nightstar returned tensely, sensing storm's lees-than-friendly attitude.
Storm shrugged. "We defended ourselves against the Black Tooths, didn't we?" Storm snapped, glaring a challenge at Nightstar.
"We?" scoffed the black wolf. "You were barely weaned when the battle took place."
Storm growled. "And you were injured very quickly for one as cocky as you!"
"Enough!" barked Lhuna quickly, jumping to her feet and putting herself between the males.
**Okay - sylverdawn don't be offended by Storm's behavior. He's in wolf puberty, remember?
"The grasshopper!... Mind the grasshopper!... A grasshopper not only turns, it hops!... It hops!... And it hops jolly high!" ~Erik, The Phantom of the Opera
"Nukpana, take a walk with me," Fury ordered, softly. She smiled slightly. Poison had already been punished for his mistake earlier. If Fury thought he could take me on alone...well, Brushfire might just have a new Alfa. She tolerated Fury simply because he made the pack strong. He was the one wolf who...well, looked at the big picture.
"Of course," Nuk said simply, following him.
They walked down the winding path. Nukpana started to narrow her eyes in suspicion. If they went too much further they would be out of their territory and they might meet a few wolves from the Warrior clan.
"Do you fear them?" Fury asked, sensing her thoughts.
"No," she answered truthfully. "I just think that if too many came we could be overwelmed."
Fury smiled. "No one will bother us tonight. Maybe a few of their clan will be out but message of our newly accquired example will have gotten out by now."
"Why then, Fury, have you brought me out here?" Nukpana questioned.
He turned on her, not to attack her, but to let her know that he would if he wanted to. "You have been loyal to this pack, Nukpana. Very loyal. That's something I admire in a wolf. You are strong and hardly ever make mistakes. I am very upset that you let those two wolves get away," he told her.
"Really?" She growled defensively.
"Let's not do something we might regret Nuk," he replied. "I have only brought you out here because I have noticed that ou are not as loyal to me anymore. You are loyal to power. Again, that's a strong quality about you, but if you try to gain more power than I, I will kill you."
"I'm sure you will," Nukpana grinned, sarcastically.
"Calm, Nuk," Fury replied, just as calm. "As I said, you are an asset here. That is why you weren't punished. Though, make too many more mistakes such as that and you may be. Remember, the pack follows me not you."
"You think I don't know that?" Nukpana asked. "Are you questioning my intelligence?"
"I am not but even if I was you would take it," he sighed. "You may be Beta here, but you still take my orders. I am Alfa. Why don't you stay out here for a bit nd ponder over that?"
Nukpana growled and shot off away from him.
Hermione, shut your ungodly, lopsided mouth and quit interrupting! 20 points from Gryffindor. You know, for the brightest witch of your age you can sure be a dumba** sometimes. *smiles* 10 points to Dumbledore!
"I'm going to see if they mean any harm." One of the two wolves growled. The other rose with him, and Tier watched, completely still amongst the bushes and long grasses, as they exchanged a few more words and set off towards where Lhuna and Storm's scent reached him from.
Tier followed, being sure to keep some distance between himself and the other wolves, knowing that being smelt or heard was less likely the further away he was. Even so, he wasn't merely tracking a herd of pronghorn here. He was protecting his packmates from those who hunted them.
He paused, however, shocked still when he finally caught sight of the other Yellow Hill wolves. Lhuna, Storm...and Nightstar. He, one of the two best hunters in his pack, had not even picked up an inkling of Star's scent. What is this? He thought, Some sorcery taught to him by my uncle, no doubt. No wolf could mask himself from me without the help of the spirit world. To those who had not been in regular contact with him after the clash with the Black Tooth pack, such a thought would have seems bizarre. Tier had always been skeptical of Ossal's beliefs, and indeed of any notion of spirits and gods. That had changed, however, during the flurry of sightings of the White Wolf on the night Lido had been killed.
Tier shook himself from his reverie. Now was no time for dwelling on the past. The wolves were closing in on the trio, who strangely seemed oblivious to their presence. It was then that Tier noticed something far more worrying than the fact that Star had avoided his senses. The three were fighting, at least on some level, Lhuna having interposed herself between the two males.
Realising that there was no way the three would notice the native wolves, and that there was no way of having them even more distracted when he struck, Tier acted on the advantages he already had.
The female of the pair he had been observing raised her head a little, looking about herself, seeming to have heard Tier somewhere in the grasses. But the hunter was already on the move. He sped through the grass, still crouched low as he rapidly closed the distance between himself and his target.
She turned, still trying to pick where the noise had come from, it seemed. Even as he launched himself forward, he saw, in the corner of his eye, Storm and Star still growling at each other around Lhuna. Then he collided with the strange wolf, the two of them rolling through the grasses. She let out a yelp of surprise, twisting under him in a very un-Brushfirely fashion, trying to escape instead of fighting.
They came to a stop with Tier on top of her, pinning her down as he growled, "You. What are you doing here? Why are you hunting my friends?"
He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt. - Yossarian, Catch-22
Wide-eyed stupid.
If you're gonna rule the world, you've gotta get up early! - Joel S. Dickens
**Did Bane and Cana just like disappear? Sorry I'm a little confuzzled*
River; Native
River opened and closed her mouth a few times, green eyes wide with terror. Now would be the time to act like a protective brother, Hawk. She thought, eyes straying to her brother who was still advancing on the three wolves. Had he not even heard River? Or this strange wolf's growling? River stared, wide eyed at the wolf the had pinned her down. He wasn't as quite large as Hawkstrike, but River was almost certain he could injure her just as well. "What do you mean what am I doing here?! This territory belongs to my pack!" She spat, trying to not show how scared she really was. "And I wasn't hunting your friends, I was simply seeing if they were Brushfire wolves! You're not really helping their case if you are really their friend!" River growled, green eyes narrowed.
**All I have for her!**
Hera; former Black Tooth
"I am," Hera formed the words carefully, green eyes switching from Redwind to Lark, who looked surprisingly content perched next to the larger wolf. "I'm Hera, former member of the Black Tooth pack, before we split up of course." She glanced over at Lark, her eyes turning soft. "How have you been Lark?"
"Fine," the younger wolf squeaked, Hera sending her a sad smile.
"I am so sorry we were all split up from each other for so long. I'm glad you fared well though. If it makes you feel any better, I'm sure a few other wolves were and are probably still traveling alone, including myself." She didn't dare speak of Talon, just thinking his name caused her perked ears to fall sadly. However, she was rather impressed with the yearling. She'd spent so long alone and was still alive. It took sheer skill and power.
Oh, the tiger will love you. There is no sincerer love than the love of food. George Bernard Shaw
**No, Chupa. Sorry for any confusion. ): But in a previous post, I figured that you all had to get out of there sometime so while Poison distracted Nukpana they took off. Sorry if I caused any trouble.**
Hermione, shut your ungodly, lopsided mouth and quit interrupting! 20 points from Gryffindor. You know, for the brightest witch of your age you can sure be a dumba** sometimes. *smiles* 10 points to Dumbledore!
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