Howling Fury
Just so you know this is my first Fanfiction so please review thanks!
Disclaimer: I have added my own characters to this story but those from the Warriors series I do not own or have anything to do with them.
-FireWerewolf
Prologue
The wind whipped into Zillhand's face as he walked slowly to his destination. Snow pounded from the sky ripping at his fur. Ice hung from his angular face. He slipped and fell face first into the snow. Unsheathing claws he started to claw at everything. The snow went flying deep scratches were imbedded in the snow. A look of determination was in his eyes. With his yellow eyes he looked at the moon. He howled at it with all his might. Animals within a 3 mile radius shivered.
"Why have my ancestors left me? Why am I cursed by you? I am not what you think I am. I am not lower than you!"
He ranted on and on until he fell into utter defeat. He searched for a place to shelter. He couldn't see anything, just miles and miles of snow. He stared at the moon again, and suddenly he noticed a haze under it. It was as if the moon was pointedly illuminating the haze which he perceived to be a bunch of trees. It was what he though about over a hundred miles away. Yet it was there, and there would be prey.
Grunting Zillhand said, "Thanks."
He walked in a circle and started running toward the trees. About ten minutes later he stopped. He saw a rabbit on his left, its nose in the snow. Thankfully the wind was coming at his left, so silently he crept up unto the rabbit. 20 paces, 19 paces, 18 paces and so on until he reached 5 paces from the rabbit. Being in the snow must've affected its thinking or smell he thought.
Unfortunately, it was then that the rabbit chose to pop its head back up. Catching a whiff of Zillhand, for the wind had gone down a little, it ran. Zillhand was caught off guard. The sudden movement made him instinctively pounce. He missed the rabbit. It slipped just out of his reach. Cursing himself he ran after it. What was on his side though was his toughness from 4 years of living. The rabbit was younger, no doubt lost his mother to something, so he didn't know how to shake of his prey. Running in a straight line the rabbit was caught. Zillhand held it down and finished its life with a quick slash from his claws.
Picking it up he moved on and saw a little rock. Jogging over to the rock his paw hit something. He didn't care what it was and moved on. On reaching the rock he sat down and started to eat the rabbit. When he was finished he yawned and looked around. The stars had come out and they looked just as bad as the moon to him. Yawning once more he put his head down and tried to sleep.
Five minutes later something on the other side of the rock shifted. Jumping up Zillhand went to investigate. Upon reaching the other side he discovered something of a shock. An evil smile was on its lips it then showed its teeth.
"I've been waiting for you, hahaha," it said. "I knew you would come to my claws, Zillhand son of Morthone."
A shriek pierced the sky.