Chapter 1: Storm's Morning
He looked up with intrest as a dark shadow was cast on him. He has never seen anything like it... it was a giant bird with wings. He squinted his eyes trying to see the big creature, but the sun was so bright. It's crooked talons were getting so close as it dived. As he realized what was happening, he stood up ready to run, but it was too late. A sharp talon struck him above the eye, pain rushing through him as the talon cut across his eye. His snow-white coat turned red with warm sticky blood. His vision went black and he could not herar anything, he was going to die...
He woke up with a yip of shock, trying to catch his breath from the nightmare that he will always remember all too well. The eagle... "Storm, are you okay?" asked a voice. He whipped around to see Fern. He sighed, closing his ice blue eyes. "Yeah, of course I'm okay..." He sighed his reply. "Was it the dream again?" She asked as she padded across the cave, her bushy tail dragging across the ground with her. "What does it look like? Yes, of course it was the dream again, why are you here anyway?" He asked. He felt bad as Fern's amber eyes showed a hint of saddness. Why did you snap at her? You knnow she is allowed in here anytime she wants. He said to himself. Fern was a beautiful fox, a pale brown-orange like fur with a creamy white underbelly and tail tip with jet black ears and paws. She was the fox that rescued him and raised him after the attack from the eagle. When he was passed out, she fought and chased away the eagle, and then carried him into her den and helped him recover. She took him as her own when she heard his parents abanded him, for he was only a pup then. "I... I just thought I could come check on you... see how you are doing in your new den..." She responded a bit hurt. Storm had recently moved into his own den, for he was finally 13 years old. "Fine I am sorry I snapped... you just scared me, that's all..." He replied, apoligizing."Well, if your okay with it, I think I am going to hunt now..." He asked. "Of course you can hunt. I have to check on Dexter anyway." She replied. Dexter was a cute short-haired rock-grey tabby kitten who has jet-black stripes starting to show on his coat. Fern found him when he wanderd across her den, and Fern took him in because he was sick and he was lost from his owners. Fern planned on helping him out. "Oh, can I come too after?" he asked. She nodded, and left. Storm streched his muscular body, before yawning and walking out of his dark cave into the misty forest. As he walked, a bush moved. He pointed his nose to the sky and breathed in strong, shallow breaths. Ah, a nice juicey rabbit, I hope! He thought to himself as he smelled the scent. He waited for the bunny to eat somewhere. It didn't take long for the bunny to come out of the bush and nibble on the weedy spot. He slowly walked, before going to a trot, and then ran towards the rabbit. The rabbit's chocolate brown ears perked up, and Storm gave chase as the rabbit fled. He ran and ran and ran, and finally pounced on the bunny. He decided he was going to eat right there, but before he could take a bite, a dead grass-brown coated wolf leaped out of bushes, her eyes on the rabbit. Storm stood up, ready to defend his prey. "That is our rabbit in our territory!" She growled as she looked up, her amber eyes focused on his. He felt like she was staring through his soul. "I have all rights to hunt here, it is the code of the packs." He chose his words carefuly as he replied. "Oh really? The code says you and your oh so smart pack can come in our territory and hunt our prey whenever they want?" She softly snarled. "I have no pack, I am a lone wolf." He replied. She only nodded in understanding. "Very well then, be on your way or hunt as you wish." She said before sprinting away, her paws nearly gliding across the pine needle ground. He sighed, sat down and continued to eat his plump juicy meal.
"Hey Dexter! How are you- Dexter?" Storm said in wonder as he walked in. He nearly jumped out of his fur when something pounced on his tail. "YES! I GOT YOU! I finally scared you Storm! Hee hee hee!" Said a familier squeaky voice. Well, that answerd my question... He thought to himself. The little trouble maker! "You got me good there, Dexter, Good job-" He stopped as a howl of pain split through the air. "DEXTER! STAY HERE! DO NOT LEAVE NO MATTER WHAT!" He snarled before running like he never has run before towards the sound. He howled in pain and anger when he saw a figure in the distance laying in a pool of blood: "NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! NO! IT CAN'T BE! No-oo-oooooooooooo..."