Lonestar Chapter 1 – the wanderer

Lonestar the wanderer sat resting on a tree branch unlike most of his kind he preferred relaxing to fighting that is why he became a wanderer to get away from his family. A breeze blew back the wanderers white fur as far as he knew he was the only wolf in mossflower wood which made it harder to travel every once in awhile someone would think he was a vermin and attack him his father had told him that for generations creatures have mistaken us for foxes and other vermin. Lonestar thoughts were disturbed by tiny voices from below he looked down laughing and running were a bunch of young mice and hedgehogs. The wanderer decided to ignore them as they ran past his resting place he placed his head against the trunk but once again his peace was disturbed this time by a tiny scream Lonestar became alert drawing his sword and jumping down from the branch landing gracefully on the ground he dashed to where his ears and nose told him the scream had came from. He came to a stop keeping hidden in the bushes he spotted the same group of youngsters huddled up then he noticed one of the mice being held up by the sruff of her habbit by a rat. The young wolfs teeth grinded together although he lived a life of peace he still had warrior blood in him he leaped out of the bushes landing in front of the rat his teeth bared and his sword ready for battle "aye mate your one strange looking fox" chuckled the rat readying his spear for combat but lonestar wasn't listening he dropped low and charged the rat full speed the vermin diden't realise what the wolf was doing until it was to late