A crimson moon hung up high in the sky. The moonlight shone down on a forest, illuminating everything and bathing them in an eerie glow, similar to blood.
The bloody ray shone down on a river trickling by slowly, morphing it into a river of blood. A strong gust of wind blew by, carrying with it the faintest trace of a howl. All around the river, ears pricked up and the wolves padded slowly towards the river. They gathered around the river and sat down, waiting.
A silver she-wolf stepped forward and all the other wolves bowed their heads in respect. A name rumbled from deep within their throats, "Moonfang." She merely flicked her ears in return. Her movements were agile and graceful, like she was floating instead of walking.
Moonfang, alpha of all the alphas, stopped in front of the river and touched her nose to the water. The water rippled for a moment before clearing. It showed a little round white ball of fluff with striking green eyes. The little wolf cub was strutting, like she was the queen of the world and she knew it. The other wolves around the river barked with laughter at this sight.
Moonfang silenced them with a growl, even thought her amusement was seen clearly in her yellow eyes. She turned her head to look at those gathered around her. "Do you approve?" she said. Slowly, each wolf bowed their heads in agreement. She nodded her silver head and the water rippled again. This time showing yet another wolf. This wolf cub was pure black, like the darkest of shadows, with a single white stripe going down the length of her spine. And behind her, like a shadow, was the shape of a dog. Blurry on the edges but still unmistakable.
Seeing this, there were howls of anger and protests.
"She is not pure!"
"She does not qualify; she is but a mere mutt!"
Murmurs of agreement broke out among the shapes around the river. Moonfang snarled and pounced on a small brown wolf who had been the first to protest. "Who are you to say if she is qualified or not? Are you not a mutt yourself, Silverstar?" Silverstar struggled for a while before going limp, showing his neck in submission.
"The fate of the forest lies in the paws of the wolves we choose, Moonfang. You don't expect us to just leave it to a mutt, do you?" another wolf hesitantly asked. Moonfang turned her head and stared at the wolf until he backed down. Satisfied, she turned to address the pack.
"Let her prove herself. If by the end of the third full moon and she still does not prove herself worthy," she paused, then continued gravely, "then our clans shall fall and all will be lost." At this, the stars twinkled brightly up above as if mocking the fate that would soon befall the forest and change everything.
For better or for worse.
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A/N: I know this chap is short, PLS FORGIVE ME!! this is my first time writing a story...soooo...yeah..not really good at it.
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