So... I didn't die I can tell you that. I just took a writing break while I collected ideas pushed through my emotional issues, and well was in school. Because I am not an adult, and I'm old enough to type this so all stalker I gave you a hint I'm between ages 2-102. And I live some where on planet EArth! Go figure right? any who here's why your reading my random probably non funny commentary, who out further adue, the story!
Her pack had been no help. Brook had wanted Sunpack since they had always been the most peaceful so we could trust them to not fight. Echo had said that we should choose Starpack because they always are causing fights since they think themselves superior, they usually win. Midnight said that since Skypack has always been Moonpack's biggest ally we should just rely on tradition. So she would announce it at the meeting of the packs with no help, because that as what she had gotten. So she began to think, she began to think, and think who was the strongest alpha? When came to healing that is. Or was the most threatening, who could she stop war with? So there was Icesun, He was kind wise A big gold brute with the common white legs and underbelly of the typical wolf. Eaglesky lean white wolfess with yellow amber eyes. She was smart and gentle, maybe. And Featherstar, a silver male wolf with steely blue eyes. She was serious but quite nice and calm. She would think, and when New Moon came and the meeting was held she would announce it in the deep dark as it had happened for generations.
Exhausted Nightmoon curled up in a large wad or moss mixed with feathers. She inhaled deeply and drifted into sleep. Her sleep wasn't very peaceful however. Flashing claws and snapping fangs. Rivers of blood haunted her. She tried to run but they surrounded her, the scarlet. The crimson, snapping fangs and slashing claws.
"Beware the flowing scarlet that follows the glowing crimson," An ominous voice echoed, enveloping her. The skies clouded over flames licked up the forest, the cinders pelted the ground surrounding Nightmoon. Ominous unmoving shapes surrounded her through the blizzard of soot. Dark clouds came over the sky, thick mist began to taunt the flames, smoke and charcoal flying through the air. The water whipped through the night. It rode on the harsh wind stinging Nightmoon's pale green eyes. The clouds became dark, smoke clouded the air as think black drops of water fell from the sky putting out the fire. The stench if burned fur and flesh seeped into the air. The sun rose a blood red color stained the sky, large vines with creamy gold flowers grew from the earth and began to grow towards the black wolfess. They came closer, wrapping around her when she tried to run, tighter and tighter every movement a difficulty, every breath a hardship. Black began to cover the new dawn light. Dark, dark black faded into her vision.
Nightmoon's scream echoed throughout the small cave. Golden mid-day light poured in the entrance. Causing the healer and alpha to cringe at its harshness. Blinking she got up headed towards the light. Her vision went white as she stepped into the sun. Blinding gold came after white, sight after gold. It was late already past sun-high. In truth dusk would be setting in. She wandered to a half-eaten elk and devoured it. The hole in Nightmoon's soul filled itself as the cold meat filled her stomach. She drearily got to her feet and began to circle the small camp. She smiled at Palm and Stone, two wolves who were not yet mature but they weren't pups. Nightmoon's light airy laughter rung outloud and clear as she watched Stone pounce onto her brother. The two were the only remaining of a small litter of four. Last season cycle Snow season had brought bitter winds and The Great Snow came early. Unprepared Marigold had taken the strongest of the litter and left after the weakest had died, she gave up on the pack and went to find a smaller, stronger pack with more food and the power to raise her pup the right way. She wondered what had become of Marigold. Strong breezes penetrated Nightmoon's thick fur causing her to shiver. As she walked and said Hello and got updates of had happened while she slept. The light slipped away as purple swallowed up the sky. The moon rose steadily and the moon was nearly full bathing everything in its silver glow.
"It's time," Raven said glancing at the sky. Nightmoon nodded and threw her lean head up to the darkened sky with a long deep howl. Her warriors assembled with the elder pups ready to hunt she had to decide not everyone could come only the best of the best, even they could not come for some of the best had to stay and protect the pack. THoughts raced through her mind as she rushedly picked wolves, oh how could have she not thought about this sooner?
"Um… The wolves who shall accompany me on the hunt shall be Raven, Midnight, Steel, Fang, Stone, Azalea, Ember, Berry, Bat, Wave, Light, Brook, Echo, Bird and Leopard." She uncringed and waited for complaints. There were none. Nervously she lifted her head, a few of her older pack-mates laughed. Relaxation came over her and soon the young alpha began to laugh too. The pack began to separate into two groups, one began to sort out positions, scouts, who was in charge. The others inched to the edge of camp. Nightmoon scampered towards the group of hunters and wormed her way to the front, and for the first time, Nightmoon led her pack.
The bright full moon was helpful as the group traveled onwards. They move quickly for their new alpha wanted to appear strong and confident. The thick scent of deer curled into the area as they approached the herd. Nightmoon had been on few major hunts so her commands were weak, they were excellent techniques she was just unsure of herself.
"Aright, Raven, Echo, Midnight, Bat, Bird, Stone, and Ember. Come with me, Steel, Fang, Wave, Azalea, Berry, Light, Brook, and Leopard you make a loose circle around the herd, they're sleeping. On my signal tighten the ring, make sure none get out when my group attacks Leopard, you're the eldest you can be in charge of the group." Fifteen nods came back at Nightmoon, "Let's go." With a deep breath she retracted with her group, and they waited. She watched Leopard give familiar signals and the group circled silently. Nightmoon stuck her black tail straight in the night. Leopard nodded and the circle tightened. Slowly the group entered the ring. A shift. A single deer moved. As wolves of the night the black wolves shut their eyes. It was too late; they were too close, the deer could smell them. It began to snort. Others woke. She lunged; Nightmoon lunged along with the others. They tried to flee but Leopard kept the ring tight. Flesh tore between her teeth. It couldn't survive. In its last seconds, Nightmoon stared it straight on in the eyes. Until the light faded. A wolf tradition, honor your prey. She noticed Stone staring a doe in the eyes as Bat held it down for him.
"Let them go!" The Alpha called. And the ring opened deer rushed away from the wolf pack. Seven deer lay dead on the ground.
"I swear the herd was smaller than when Tree and I saw them earlier." Fang exclaimed.
"Me too," Midnight admitted, silver flecks on her pelt gleamed, moonlight making her shine.
"Well, let's head back, the pups must be hungry." Nightmoon said. They solemnly nodded, and began to tear into deer, Nightmoon let out a soft growl of satisfaction as the hole in her stomach was filled. After eating, the black wolfess ambled over to a small snow drift, and began to dig. The left overs were dragged into the ice. After covering up venison, the young alpha looked over the work then marked around the area. The large group walked back to the camp. Leopard, Wave, Brook, and Berry split off towards where the pups stayed to feed the pups, Nightmoon watched as the former mothers regurgitated their share of prey, and the pups tucked in. She nodded softly and padded to the head of camp. She once again let out a single shrill howl. Wide furry heads turned and glowing eyes stared.
"I just wanted you to know that for all the guards and elders, the prey is hidden by the hollow, Bat can lead the way." Pale green eyes flickered over to dark blue in confirmation. The alpha nodded. "Yes, Bat can show you where the prey is stored. Dismissed." Calm reset in the air and multiple guards, elders and rosehearts (queens) headed to greet Bat. Eight wolves headed out. Nightmoon decided to speak to Berry and see if she could help sort herbs; a healer must know her healing agents. Berry was a small wolfess, and a thin dark gray streak running up her muzzle and between her yellow-amber eyes. With her classic delicate smile the assistant healer brought a thick bundle of herbs announcing there were two types in bundle. Marigold and thyme, one helps with cuts and the other with birth. Nightmoon nodded, the slowly settled down.
Sharp scent zig zaggy leaves, left pile. Thin and fuzzy calming scent. The other pile. Sprig of fuzz, right, small stack of leaves left. Left, right, left, right, left, right, right, right, left, left. Right! Finally! The stack had disappeared. She didn't know which herb was which but now at least she could pick it out of the stores, maybe. The drum-like steps of many paws thundered into camp. Much to urgent for a typical arrival.
And that's it for now so later world! I will attempt to update soon, Merry Christmas to all that celebrate it, an ( guess what the world didnt end!)
Rosehearts- name for wolfess pregant or caring for pups
Elder pups- equivalent of warrior apprentices, 5 moon cycles.