A/N: Here's the intro of my story.

Intro: Fall of a Star

A wolf made his way through the tall grass hunting the old caribou. When he took another step the caribou suddenly looked up at wolves howl. That was when the wolf made his move; he jumped for the caribou's throat and immediately killed it with a clean strike to its jugular. Warthorn couldn't help feel a note of satisfaction through his body. But he did not let it stay with him for long and immediately began heading back to his wife and the rest of the pack. 'I hope Stars alright. I've been hunting since, all of this afternoon!' I thought.

As soon as I walked into the camp his second in command ran up to him. "Philip what is it?" I said.

"Sir, it's happening now!" Philip yelled! And with that I took off like a shot from a hunter's rifle for his den where his wife was.

Once he got there he saw a pile of pure silver fur on her side panting heavily, with another grey she wolf helping her through the pain. Star looked at her husband and through the pain smiled at her love.

"You…Made…it." She panted out. Warthorn went to her and said softly "I wouldn't miss the birth of our pups for anything." Warthorn said, then looked at the other wolf, Christiana, anxiously and asked "How is she?" Christiana checked on Starlark and frowned. 'Something isn't right' Christina thought, but she kept the thought to herself and said instead "Sir, your wife is fine but I'll need to ask you to leave until I come out to get you." Warthorn didn't want to leave his wife's side but knew and trusted Christiana with his wife. "Very well, I'll be back soon," Warthorn said to his wife and left the den.

Warthorn paced anxiously back and forth in the front of his den. 'Christiana knows what she's doing Starlark will be fine as well the pups.' And yet the more he thought about why he was asked to leave the more his mind came up with one idea after the other. He couldn't help but feel that something bad would happen. Warthorn stopped pacing and let out a small growl of anger at himself. 'Oh come off it! Starlark is going to be fine and so are the-'. The thought was cut off as Christiana padded slowly out of the den with a sad expression on her face. Warthorn's heart stopped, he felt a stone lay heavily on it. He quickly walked up to her and asked "What happened, are Starlark and the pups alright?" Warthorn asked with every bit of concern for his wife and children alone. Christiana looked at her oldest friend; she hated to tell him bad news but knew it was her duty as a healer to do so.

"Star is safe." She said. "However," she began as she saw the relief on Warthorn's face turn to anxiety over his pups and her heart went out to him. "Two of the pups were stillborn and the third appears to have been the runt of the litter. Star wants to see you." She said softly. "Thank you, Christiana" said Warthorn as he padded quickly in to the den to see his wife and child.

Starlark rested on her side so that her only pup could have her milk. As she gazed at her only pup Christiana's words echoed through her head. '"Not many runts live but he has a chance considering his parents'."' Starlark didn't say anything to this other than a small "Could you bring Warthorn in please, Christiana?" and then shortly after Christiana left Warthorn walked in looking anxious. However the moment she caught his eye he relaxed and came over and lay down beside her, staring at his only pup with all the love in his heart. "He's beautiful." Was all he could say in a husky voice on the verge of tears. "What should we name him?" She asked. Warthorn looked at the pup, his son, who he noticed had a mixture of his dark grey coat, and streaks of his mother's silver coat. A name came to his mind at the time as Starlark and said "Robert" in unison. They both looked at each in surprise, "How did you know I wanted to name a son Robert?" Warthorn asked. "Because I overheard you and Philip were talking about it and you mentioning it." She replied with a mischievous smile. "Oh, heh." Was the only response Warthorn could respond, hoping she didn't know about the earlier bit of that particular conversation? Starlark then let out a long yawn. "Well I'm going to get some sleep." She said. And put her head down to sleep. "So will I." Warthorn said also feeling tired and knowing that Philip would deal with the caribou- and mostly likely already has. Starlark with her pup nestled safely at her side and her mate right next to her and thought to herself as she looked at her child, 'Christiana's wrong, Robert will grow strong and prove himself to everyone. And I hope I'll be there to see every step of his way to greatness.' And with that she slept.

(Time Skip 3 months)

Starlark and Warthorn were walking through the small forest of their territory. Sunlight streamed through the large canopy of oaks and pines. Ahead of them their little pup was bounding about looking at everything around him with so much excitement that he was squirming with it. Both Star and Warthorn looked on with amusement. Ironically however bother of the young parents figured out quickly that their pup- as adventures as he is- was no fool, three times alone he'd stopped both of his parents from tripping by pointing out hidden pot holes. And even before then when he was only two months old he'd pointed out a wildcat to his father that'd been known to be in the vicinity. Because of this Warthorn had been able to lead a patrol that took care of it before it could do any damage.

'Nothing seems to be able to escape from his sight I swear.' Starlark thought. Robert meanwhile was scenting along the still wet grass of the forest floor. She felt the happiness in her heart grow even more as she watched her son explore the sun filled area.

'This day can't go wrong.' She thought. Just then an alarm howl was heard in the distance. The pack was under attack! She didn't hesitate she ran for her son and picked him up by the scruff and turned to Warthorn who yell "Get him to the den!" and ran to help his wolves fight off the intruders. Starlark ran as fast as she could with her son firmly in the protective grip of her jaws. She could smell Robert's fear scent coming from him and yet he didn't whimper in fear even though he could have and Starlark would have understood completely. After all this was his first raid he'd experienced. And as she had this thought they entered the den.

As they entered the den the sounds of the fight were coming slowly closer. Starlark put Robert down in the back of the den and sat down in from of him. 'Hopefully Warthorn can keep them back.' Starlark thought.

"Mom is daddy going to be alright?" Robert asked. The question brought Starlark back to reality, she needs to reassure her son above all else. She smiled reassuringly at her little son. "Oh don't worry about you father, he's not going down as long as he has you and me to worry about." At that moment Robert says "Who are they?" Starlark quickly turned around, and felt an icy claw pierce her heart. There at the entrance of the den stood five wolves, four of them were completely unknown to her, but the one in the middle of the group she could remember with all the hatred in her heart. Grage, a dusky brown wolf who had only one eye…and at one point the love of her life. She quickly whispered "Robert stay behind me."

Grage took one step forward and said "Well Starlark nice to see your alive, and with an young'un no less!" he said with an evil smile. "What do you want Grage!" Starlark yelled angrily. "Why what I should've done years ago of course!" he responded. She was on high alert, years of fighting teaching her to see the slightest movement as the wolves slowly came forward. She now knew that the assault on the pack was a diversion for Grage to get his belief of vengeance of what had happened to him. He planned to kill both her and her son. And she'd be damned before anyone of them laid a claw on him. That's when she tackled Grage and pushed him back and killed one of the wolves with a quick slash of her claws across his throat and killed another in the same manner. But her luck was out that day because as she finished off the other two she'd taken a grievous wound in the side from the last wolf. And yet she still stood against Grage as he regained his feet. "Hmp, quick as always star, but not quick enough!" Grage yelled out as he landed on her his paw rose to deliver the fatal blow. "Mother!" Robert shouted as he jumped in between them and felt a sharp pain on the left side of his face going across his left eye. The force of the blow was enough to knock him out but not kill him and felt himself slip into darkness. Is all Starlark saw was her son being flung across the den and land unmoving. She felt rage like never before inside of her that she howled. A howl so heart wrenching that even the most cold hearted wolf with ice in his veins would break down in tears. It was met with an equally rage and fury felt howl and she knew her mate was racing to their aid. And with the last of her strength she tore at her killer with her claws and smiled in satisfaction at the feeling of warm hot blood drenching her paws. With effort Grage ran from the dying Starlark. As she lay there bleeding her lifeblood out, Warthorn ran in with three others and saw them both and knew who had done this. He quickly ran to his beloved Star and felt salty tears streaming down his face. Starlark reached out to her husband, who leaned forward to eagerly to hear what his wife's dying words were.

"Warthorn…know that I've always loved you…take care of our son…" She gasped out. The word son a barely heard sound, Warthorn yelled to the three to get Christiana who they then quickly left to get her. Warthorn meanwhile went to his son and kept him close and whispered into his son's ear. "I'll protect you Robert, no matter what I will protect you I promise!"

Robert stood numbly beside his father, Warthorn as he watched his mother's body being lowered into the ground. 'Why couldn't I protect her?' was all that went through his mind. The scar on his face his left eye still hurt every time he blinked. Anger at himself ran through him like a ragging forest fire. And that night on that storm drenched night as the ceremony was completed Robert Silently made his vow of vengeance. 'By the great star wolf I vow I will never let that wolf take another life! I vow that I shall become Stronger so I may hunt him down and make him suffer for every drop of blood he has ever shed! And I shall shed his blood so thickly it will rain with his blood!' And with that the light in Robert's eyes returned. But as a fiery vengeance of blood!