Heartlands' Story - Tracker & Lore

Day 19 (Jan 13th, 2021) Autumn 3, Y1

The day after Willowpaw's death, Barnaby goes up to Austin and apologizes for his dismissive behavior.

“It's all right,” Austin says with a flick of his tail, “everyone was a little off yesterday.”

Despite the generalization, Barnaby's mind went straight to Sleekpaw. It was an unexpected reaction, to see the once level-headed boy so angry. He promised to talk to him sometime. Right now he wanted to collect his thoughts.

Over the weeks, the wolves tried their best to recover from the loss and distract themselves with work. The snakes that once resided in their territory are slowly being lured out and culled. Redtail and Sootvine are recalled from their hunting duties to see to their extermination. Robinwish, aided by Stormpaw, forage the land on stocking up herbs for future incidences. Additionally, the wolves take to making a garden for all the native flora. Seeds of non-native flora are brought in through trade, to be planted and tested for native-viability in the spring.

A she-wolf from a pack whose home lies all the way in the taiga arrives, just on the cusp of adulthood. She introduces herself as Lolliee, a member of the Fierce Grace pack. When asked about her reasoning for staying, she spoke little, not wanting to give out potentially harmless information about her pack, and simply said, “We’re low on space right now. Our pack has many strong, busy members, and they’re working hard to provide a safer place for more growing wolves. They will come back for me.” Almost as evidence of such a statement, two pack members came with her, both strong and capable-looking wolves, there to ensure her a safe journey.

“You’re welcome to stay however long you like. Please do not mind the somber mood you may see. We’ve had a death in the family recently,” Barnaby commented, “We have other wolves staying in the Center at the moment. If she allows, would you like to meet Gratefulflower and her pups?”

A new den is constructed, though for now it has no specific purpose. “I was thinking we had one den for apprentices, and later an elder's den, but at the rate of growth of our pack, I'm not sure either is worth it or necessary,” Whitestorm commented. Barnaby had to agree.

“I think our pack is fine as is, but it would be nice to see more pups. How are you and Yellowfang?” he had to admit it was a bit disappointing to see that Yellowfang was back to her aggressive behavior, with no change in belly size. Whitestorm thought about it for a moment.

“Me and Yellowfang are close, but… We're not that close. She--” and he cut himself off after that, deciding it was better not to tell him. She had tried to convince me to make pups with her, he was going to say, but felt it would be a form of betrayal to say such things without her permission, “nevermind.”

Barnaby, noticing the hesitation, decided not to press any further, “hmm. Okay.” Barnaby goes to question Austin as well.

“I’d like to think we’re a couple,” Austin smiles cheekily, “but it’s not official yet, so don’t tell anyone?”

When Barnaby goes to question Ourwin, he says this, “None of the females here interest me. And I don’t think I’ll ever want children.”

“That’s quite a statement to say for such a young wolf,”

“I suppose, but...I see how close you are with Stormpaw and Sleekpaw, and how close you were with Willowpaw. There is no doubt I’d love my children an unconditionally as that, and I think that’s the problem. If I ever had to see them die, the way Willowpaw did...I don’t think I’d still be here.” Ominous words, words that cause Barnaby to remain silent. It was still too early to talk about Willowpaw without feeling like his heart had a bleeding tear in it, so he excused himself and left.

Sleekpaw still refused to talk to Robinwish. When he had once helped the herbalist fetch and carry herbs, he now sulked around and helped Jessie watch over Owlfrost’s and Gratefulflower’s pups. When Barnaby questioned him as to why, the boy said he was still angry at her for not saving Willowpaw. Barnaby gave him a long, deep talk about the job of a healer, the randomness of life and death, and the world in which they live in. After their lengthy talk, the boy seemed to understand more, and promised Barnaby that he would apologize and talk to Robinwish when he felt more emotionally better.

Leader: Barnaby (Apprentice: Sleekpaw)

Heir:

Herbalist: Robinwish

Scouts: Yellowfang (Apprentice: Stormpaw)

Snowtuft

Hunters: Austin

Whitestorm

Ourwin

Sootvine 

Redtail

Owlfrost

Pupsitters: Jessie

Warriors:

Pups: Pricklepup

Swiftpup

OOC: I have this NBW marengo male with a beautiful beige irish marking and omg, he looks soo good. I think Irish is my first favorite marking now. I haven’t chased him because I’m so tempted to keep him so I can get more irish babies...Robinwish has cream irish and it makes her look 1000x better. When she breeds, her pups better have irish >:( Also waiting for the pair bonding quest to activate is pain. I want pups nowww. Snowtuft is old af and Yellowfang not far behind her. I think Snowtuft only has 2 breeding attempts before she rolls over and dies. I think the quest will activate on my first day of school… This makes me kind of sad haha.

Also I haven’t picked my stud/breeding male yet. I was thinking of either never having a breeding male or having it be Sleekpaw. Not sure yet. But I got plenty of time to think about it. I have future pairings already made up, yet who out of Owlfrost or Pricklepup he’ll breed with depends on whether or not he becomes breeding male. Breeding male = breeds with Owlfrost (potentially Pricklepup as well), not breeding male = bonds with Pricklepup. We’ll see.

Day 20 (Jan 14th, 2021) Autumn 4, Y1

*wheeze* the entry was so long that I had to cut the post in half omg I'm so sorry

The good mood begins to pick up again, though there are still hints of sadness throughout. The snakes have been completely eradicated, with only one snake bite incident beforehand. Robinwish was able to help Sootvine recover from the bite, which did not affect him nearly as much as it did to Willowpaw.

“It was the same snake, though,” Ourwin commented, “strange.”

Sleekpaw has gone back to aiding Robinwish with her plants, though Stormpaw still helps every now and then.

“It’s relaxing. As much as I love to explore, I can admit that the gardening hobby is a nice break from all the walking and climbing and stuff, even if it’s still work.”

Barnaby decides to announce some important decisions, ones he discussed with the Council beforehand. Going to the clearing at the middle of the camp, the grass stained with the previous night’s public dinner, he calls out to all those within the camp, remaining quiet enough so that the wolves in the Daycare did not hear.

He had waited until both hunting parties and the scouts returned when he called this meeting, so everyone was available and crawled out from their respective dens. Jessie, Owlfrost, and the children remained at the Nursery entrance. The sun had nearly set, and so the trees cast long shadows over the dense forest.

“Wolves of Heartlands. I have some important announcements to make,” Barnaby began once everyone settled, speaking clearly for all to hear, “though we are prosperous, we cannot continue to be so for as long as we take in more permanent members and grow our families. It is my decision, and the decision of the Council, to limit the amount of pups each couple may keep in a litter to one or two.” Already there is an outroar--Yellowfang, Sootvine, Redtail, and Owlfrost most especially--mixed in with murmurs of question and the like.

“What kind of garbage is that?” Yellowfang roars, the fur along her spine spiked up, “Limit how many children we have? Why not just refuse to take in more random wolves instead?” there were barks of approval between the opposers.

“Yeah, let them starve, for all we care!” Redtail spoke, teeth flashing briefly, “our pups are our own. Under our guidance, they will be stronger than any other pack! And when they grow older, they will make even stronger pups!” more barks of approval ricochet off the trees,

“Listen!” Barnaby growled, his tail rising in a display of dominance as he bared his fangs for a moment, “Whether or not we bring in more rogues will not matter. If we keep having pups--as many as our hearts desire--we will eventually run out of space, food, and anything else we may need. Food and plants will be especially hit in the winter, when there is barely enough food to go around for the whole forest. And there are wolf packs in almost every direction, no matter how far we look. Unless we fight them for their territory, we will have no extra space to expand. Our pack will die of starvation.”

“Not unless we fight,” this time, it was Sootvine who spoke up, brows creased in determination, “[EXPLETIVE] them. If our pack ever gets that big that we need to fight, then we deserve that space!”

“Yeah!” said Yellowfang.

“Tell ‘em!” said Redtail.

“No,” Barnaby spoke in a voice as stern as he could muster, “We need to keep friendly relations with other packs. We have a good trade system going, and other packs trust us and send us things for free. Besides, even if we fight, who’s to say they’re on their own? What if they have allies, and attack us back? What if our children are killed?” At the last sentence, the protesters remain silent. They had all seen too well how painful it was to lose a child, even if they had not experienced it themselves.

After a moment of silence, Redtail spoke up, “We won’t raise no cowards. Every wolf that grows up in this pack are born warriors, and will die like warriors. Anybody who disagrees is just a product of weakness, and I will not tolerate this in my pack.”

“You speak as if you are Alpha,” Barnaby approaches the younger male with fangs bared, hackles raised, and tail high, a growl rumbling forward from his throat. Redtail faces his challenger with fangs bared and hackles risen as well, meeting the Alpha’s eyes with defiance on his face. But the display does not go on for long. With everyone watching, they see as his head and tail slowly begin to lower, gaze faltering until he’s bowing before his Alpha in submission, and his ears are folded, eyes looking at the older man’s paws.

Even the protestors’ signs of aggression faded, and they found their gazes slipping, “Your Council are the people who decide the fate of this pack, but I have the final word,” he said, his eyes scanning the entire crowd as he began to relax himself, “If any of you have a problem with the Council’s decisions, you challenge me. I will be happy to meet you in battle.” the wolf gave Redtail some space, returning back to his previous position as the fur on his back began to lie down.

“Now, the decision is final. The next great news is this: Sleekpaw will be our first Heir to the throne. Treat him as he is--your future leader,” Murmurs and faces of shock and surprise appear amongst the crowd, eyes darting to meet one another as they discussed what this might mean. Everyone, even the members of the Council, thought Stormpaw would be future Alphess of Heartlands since Willowpaw was no longer an option. It was tradition that the child of the Alpha be next in line for the throne, and everyone knew Sleekpaw came from another Kingdom.

“I know this surprises you all,” he said, his words silencing the crowd, “I know you all believed our pack to be a monarchy, but it is not. For as long as I’m leader, and hopefully for as long as Sleekpaw is leader, and onwards, that we will continue to be a Kingdom of oligarchic rule, and appoint those based on capabilities than blood ties.” there is silence in the crowd, encouraging Barnaby to continue with a nod, “Additionally--Sleekpaw, come here--I would like to make a rule that goes towards the Council, and make sure everyone is aware exactly of what Heartlands stands for.

“The Council must always have five members within it, which includes the Alpha. If there is ever a sixth member, that sixth is the Heir, under the assumption they were not already part of the Council. Anyone is allowed to suggest a law or idea that could affect the whole pack, but remember that the Council is designed to help aid the Alpha, not overrule their choice. Is that clear to everyone?” silence and nods, “Good. The sole reason I created Heartlands was to provide a safe haven for the sick, old, starving, abandoned--anyone in need of help. That is why I brought you all in. That is why we have the Daycare. Life is good because we have each other’s backs, we care for each other, and because we have packs who trust us who give us the things we’re in need of. Who are we, if we went and attacked one of them for land? Because we are too big to settle here? If we ever became so large that we could not sustain ourselves, it was because we had help from other packs.”

“Even if that’s true,” Redtail spoke, hints of anger in his eyes, though he dare not show it any further, “by then it won’t matter. We’ll be so powerful, have so much land, that if we went against them, we’d be too strong for them to do any real damage. We could crush all those who oppose us, and those who want a piece of our strength can assimilate and bolster our ranks. That sounds like a good life to me.”

Instead of getting angry, Barnaby merely gave him a slightly disdainful look, “You can do whatever you want, Redtail--but only as a rogue, or by challenging me for Alphaship.”

Everyone could see that Redtail would not win in a fight against Barnaby. Though he was large and well-muscled, he still did not yet have the full strength of a fully-fledged adult. Neither did Barnaby, in all fairness, yet he had spent far more time living the harsh life of a rogue, and was blessed with good genes. Their gazes met for a while, but Redtail knew just as well as anyone that he would lose. Scoffing, the boy sulked off, butting through the crowd to leave the den. Did this mean he was leaving? Sootvine was about to go meet up with him to see, when Barnaby spoke once again.

“I don’t want to put a dark shadow over Sleekpaw’s promotion. Everyone, welcome Sleekpaw as your new Heir!” Everyone barked and howled in joy, proud of the boy they’d all grown to love make his way up in the pack. Even Stormpaw howled her approval, not at all disappointed in the choice. The only people who did not howl were Sootvine, who was too worried about his friend, and Yellowfang, still angry over the announcement of limiting pups. Sleekpaw shyly thanked them all and tried not to lower his head in embarrassment. He couldn’t take so much praise!

When the excitement had died down, Sootvine slinked from the masses and followed Redtail’s scent-trail. The wolf had not gone far; he was looking pensively at the empty nest, where the snakes once lived.

“I wish we had not killed all the snakes,” He said grimly, a worried expression coming across Sootvine’s face as he sat next to his best friend, “That stupid wolf is giving up too great of an opportunity.”

“What are you going to do about it?” The monochrome wolf asked curiously, just relieved his friend had not decided to leave, “you can’t do nothing unless you challenge for Alphaship and win. And then Sleekpaw might demand the throne when he comes of age, so you’ll have to worry about that too.” Redtail is silent for a while. His eyes never leave the den, thoughts swirling around his head. Just when Sootvine thinks of asking again, the red wolf speaks.

“I know what I’m going to do,” he says lowly, a determination rising like fire in his fierce blue eyes, “don’t you worry about that.”

Leader: Barnaby (Apprentice: Sleekpaw)

Heir: Sleekpaw

Herbalist: Robinwish

Scouts: Yellowfang (Apprentice: Stormpaw)

Snowtuft

Hunters: Austin

Whitestorm

Ourwin

Sootvine 

Redtail

Owlfrost

Pupsitters: Jessie

Warriors:

Pups: Pricklepup

Swiftpup

OOC: This entry was not supposed to be this long lol. At first I was only going to simply announce the snakes going away and Sleekpaw becoming Heir, then I was like ‘nah might as well mention how everyone’s days have been going…’ then I was like ‘I should probably mention the pup-limit too while I’m at it’ and then I decided ‘I should probably write how people will react to the new rule since it doesn’t make sense that everyone will be okay with it…’ and on and on this tangent goes.

I suppose I should mention that being heir doesn’t necessarily mean becoming ‘Lead Wolf.’ Barnaby will still be listed as Alpha OOCly even when he retires in the story. Similarly, when Robinwish has children, Sleekpaw might end up being listed as herbalist in her stead for a while, even though he’ll likely not be one OOCly. Like I said before, A LOT of what happens in the story is not a reflection of what happens OOCly.

Day 21 (Jan 15th, 2021) Autumn 5, Y1

Gracefulflower thanks the pack for helping her out on the day her pack comes back to bring her home. As a token of appreciation, the wolves come back with food for Heartlands, an offer generously accepted.

Pricklepup and Swiftpup will be apprenticed soon. The pups seem to have polar personalities. While Swiftpup is content to nap and lay around all day, Pricklepup is energetic and witty, often picking on the adults when Owlfrost or Jessie is not watching her by pointing out minor mistakes and, generally, just being very annoying.

“She reminds me of the pups in my old pack,” Yellowfang says.

“She reminds me of you!” Austin chuckles, prompting a good-natured hit to his shoulder.

Owlfrost leaves the Nursery, content with letting Jessie take over babysitting duties. Yellowfang and Jessie both go into heat today, the latter of which cites tantalizing feelings in Barnaby, but he does not act on it. Yellowfang is back to her more pleasant demeanor, and between scouting missions and his own work, the male has a hard time finding her or Whitestorm. One day he sees Stormpaw alone on a day where she should be training with Yellowfang.

“Yellowfang told me to go scout with Snowtuft instead, but Snowtuft didn’t want me to go with her.” Sigh. Yellowfang’s dismissive behavior continues for a few days, but it doesn’t stay for long. On another day when she’s supposed to be training Stormpaw, Yellowfang and Whitestorm return from a trip together--which isn’t their first time.

The only difference this time is that Yellowfang needs no prompt to bring Stormpaw out with her. She seems back at her grumpy behavior when she goes to talk to the girl. Surely this must mean…? Looking to Whitestorm, the capable man reveals nothing, nor says anything either. Over the next few days, Yellowfang is back to her normal, snappy behavior, yet no longer seems to cling to Whitestorm, their time together spent only briefly. It would be just like her to deny anyone’s help during her pregnancy. Barnaby thinks. Even the father’s. I’ll give her time to come out to the rest of the pack.

At his request, Yellowfang takes Redtail’s place in the Frostfangs, with the former Finisher now taking on scouting duties. Yellowfang is displeased.

“You said the territories were starting to get too difficult to traverse, right? And you can’t bring Stormpaw along with you as much because of that. This way, you’ll be able to spend more time with her,” and keep yourself safe, “and Redtail can handle those duties for you.” She’s not convinced, but at least she doesn’t argue.

Sometime during all this, Barnaby and Whitestorm visit a pack dedicated to taking care of unwanted pups and adults. He pays the leader 5 Silver Cones to bring home a woman named Velvet, who says she had been given up by her last pack due to lack of space, and has been with the Sanctuary since. She seemed eager to go to her new home, and had a bubbly, infectious laugh that lifted both men’s spirits as they made the long trek home.

Barnaby introduces her to the rest of the pack, then assigns Stormpaw to help her settle in and decide a new name. They eventually come back to him with the name Velvetwing, which is accepted.

“One of the Council members, Austin, is pretty much responsible for all of our holidays and rituals. He came up with the name change idea. He’s very eccentric.” Stormpaw smiled, leading the newbie to meet Austin, who was visiting Robinwish in her den. Velvetwing was later assigned as a hunter in Sunseeker’s group.

Later during the second week, Austin and Robinwish reveal to the pack their official bonding. Everyone is happy for them, and the wolves smile and laugh together as the others praise them. Of course, everyone knew they were in love with each other and going to become mates at some point; they were just happy for each other for making the leap to become official. During the next pack-wide dinner (which now takes place once a week instead of every day), both wolves get first dibs as a small token of celebration. Strange, though, that Whitestorm and Yellowfang refuse to say anything of their own bonding.

Leader: Barnaby (Apprentice: Sleekpaw)

Heir: Sleekpaw

Herbalist: Robinwish

Scouts: Snowtuft & Redtail

Hunters: 

(Sunseekers) Austin, Whitestorm, Ourwin, Owlfrost, Velvetwing

(Frostfangs) Sootvine, Yellowfang (Apprentice: Stormpaw)

Pupsitters: Jessie

Warriors: 

Pups: Pricklepup, Swiftpup

OOC: Here ye go, a smaller entry. Also I noticed like 2 days ago that I was spelling ‘Gracefulflower’ as ‘Gratefulflower’ and omg forgive me.

Also the snake asked for 1 doe carcass and 1 rabbit carcass so I fed both to my wolves until each had 1 use left then gave it to him. Otherwise I’d be giving him like 16 uses of food! Absolutely crazy, this guy.

Day 22 (Jan 16th, 2021) Autumn 6, Y1

“Wolves of Heartlands, I’d like to announce the official transitioning of two pups on their way to apprenticeship.” Barnaby calls, waiting by the center of the clearing as all the wolves stopped their activities to form an audience. Pricklepup and Swiftpup were quivering in their seats, each pup taking a spot beside their mother. They knew today was the day. All pups turning to apprentices were told of the impending ceremony.

“Firstly, I’d like to thank Redtail for providing me the inspiration for these words, which will be used at apprentice ceremonies from here on out,” Redtail’s chest puffed out with pride, though his face revealed hints of surprise that Barnaby would actually accept his idea, “Come forth, Pricklepup, and receive your apprentice name,” as part of his idea, Redtail suggested that pups be apprenticed by order of birth. Barnaby was not sure why such a thing mattered, but allowed it anyway. They’ll all go through the ceremony regardless, he figured.

Pricklepup, after receiving an encouraging lick from her mother, walked forth until she stood directly in front of Barnaby, her head slightly lowered, “As a contributing member of this society, you must swear an oath to Heartlands. Pricklepup, do you promise to uphold the laws, values, and traditions of Heartlands, to serve and protect your peers, and to love and cherish them as they will cherish you?”

Pricklepup nodded, “I do.”

Barnaby rose to his paws and put one upon Pricklepup’s head, “Then from this day, until your Warrior ceremony--” Warriors. He liked the sound of that. Warriors, “You will be known as Pricklepaw. We honor your loyalty and bravery, and welcome you as a functioning member of our society. Snowtuft will be your mentor.” His paw lowers. Snowtuft stands beside the new apprentice, and both wolves lick each other’s shoulders.

The same ceremony and words are held for Swiftpaw too. He is given Robinwish as a mentor. The wolves chant their names in joy as the adolescents happily talk to their new mentors. Pricklepaw! Swiftpaw! Pricklepaw! Swiftpaw! After the ceremony, the crowd begins to disperse. This would be their last apprenticing ceremony for a long time.

“Did you see that? I give him a suggestion on what to say, he turns the words around to mean nothing like what I suggested,” Redtail complains to Sootvine as the latter chews on a bone, “My suggestion truly emphasized the meaning of bravery and loyalty, and he--”

“Give it a rest, Redtail. What’s done is done,” It’s Snowtuft who interrupts him, relieved of Pricklepaw for the moment. Despite her words, there is a hint of jest in her tone that does not go missed.

“Easy for you to say,” Irritated as he may be, Redtail’s voice softens for her, “If you felt passionate about an important ritual your pack did, and the leader completely butchers your idea, you’d feel mad too.”

She goes to lay beside the large male, her form just as impressive but lacking the raw strength, “We have the same leader, you know. And I understand. But unless you become Alpha yourself, I wouldn’t bother complaining about it.”

“Seeing Redtail as Alpha would surely be an interesting sight.” Sootvine comments non-sarcastically between munches.

“I’d like to see that too,” And the red wolf and white wolf smile at each other. Recently, the wolves had been getting along quite well, and Redtail even offered her wine once, a gesture much appreciated, “Wanna make a drink with me?”

“Of course.” Redtail replied, and both wolves left to spend the hours alone.

“Okay, bye I guess.” Commented Sootvine, after he’d already been left in the dirt.

Yellowfang, over the days, had been resentful of Whitestorm. He spent more and more time with Owlfrost, and it was obvious that the two enjoyed each other’s company a lot. No one except Sootvine seemed to notice her growing hatred of the man; she refused to talk to Whitestorm or hang out with him, and it seemed like her avoiding him was getting worse. One day, Sootvine approached her as she watched the two white-shaded wolves converse on the other side of the clearing, completely unaware they had a jealous watcher, “Watching them again, huh,” the male moves to sit beside her.

“What do you know?” she responds dismissively, eyes never leaving the soon-to-be couple.

“Well, I know that you’d been gushing for Whitestorm for ages now, and that you’re jealous because he likes to hang out with another girl.”

Yellowfang doesn’t respond at first, then her gaze falters, “He rejected me.”

Sootvine did not know this part of the story. She never shared anything about the situation with him, so he’d always been under the impression that the jealousy stemmed from an inflated sense of possessive nature. It may have slipped the sights of everyone else, but he knew Yellowfang and Whitestorm had been developing a special bond, “Oh,” was all he could say at first, looking back at Whitestorm as something he said caused Owlfrost to laugh, “I see.

“Well, you’re too good for him anyway. Whitestorm is a piece of fox-dung. You deserve someone better.” She doesn’t respond at first. The passive anger that clouded her face was beginning to chip away to reveal an emotion Yellowfang rarely ever showed: sadness, “You remember the hot springs you discovered long ago? I checked it out with Redtail once; it truly is a very relaxing place, especially with winter right around the corner. We should go there sometime, just you and me. Bathe in the waters…” together. But the last word never goes past his maw. She’s silent still, and just when Sootvine’s about to ask her again, she finally speaks.

“Sure.”

Leader: Barnaby (Apprentice: Sleekpaw)

Heir: Sleekpaw

Herbalist: Robinwish (Apprentice: Swiftpaw)

Scouts: Snowtuft (Apprentice: Pricklepaw) & Redtail

Hunters: 

(Sunseekers) Austin, Whitestorm, Velvetwing, Owlfrost, Ourwin

(Frostfangs) Yellowfang (Apprentice: Stormpaw), Sootvine

Pupsitters: Jessie

Warriors: 

Pups: None now ;-;

OOC: Decided to change up how apprentice ceremonies are had. Instead of nose-rubbing (which I’ve now decided will be a form of romantic kissing between wolves), mentor and mentee will lick one shoulder of the other’s. Better that way.

If I didn’t have to wait so long for pair bonds, we would already have litters from like, 3 different pairings. I’m so glad, though, that it’ll activate near the end of the month, bc then I won’t have to wait long to do another set of pairings. Rn I can do 3 per month. I’ve got like, 6 planned pairings rn, and Snowtuft and Yellowfang are mating first no matter what.

Lastly, I've changed the order of Hunters to appear how they are during hunting, with Stalker first and Finisher last.

Day 23 (Jan 17th, 2021) Autumn 7? wat?, Y1

Fierce Grace members have arrived to welcome Lottie back home. She is excited to finally return, and thanks her hosts for taking care of her. As a token of appreciation for helping out during a few hunts, Barnaby gives them two fresh muskrat carcasses to take home. “I'll kind of miss that girl,” Yellowfang said as the Fierce Grace wolves begin to leave.

Now that the Nursery is empty, Jessie has decided to participate in bringing home food for the pack. She was once aided by Lottie, but now hunts alone.

“Not for long, though,” Barnaby promised, “Sleekpaw and Stormpaw will be Warriors soon. You can help them in the hunts.” With a pang, Barnaby thought about how Willowpaw would have been among them as well. A mother and her three children, hunting and learning together.

Snowtuft admits to Redtail and Co. of a plant she found once before winter came. She spoke of its…interesting abilities to make canines hallucinate and 'feel good.' “There might still be some left.” That same day, Snowtuft, Redtail, Sootvine, and Yellowfang sneak out of camp early in the morning to make the journey to the plant's site. It is afternoon when they arrive. Sure enough, the plant is still there, its delicate fragrance causing the wolves before it to drool.

It was a good alternative to what they usually drank, as the ingredients were hidden away and shriveled up for the winter. One can only imagine the antics they got up to this day...it was not until the next day, way into the afternoon, did they return. The pack, who thought something had happened to them, were worried sick, but Barnaby knew better than to think such capable wolves could get themselves injured so easily when together. He was furious.

“Where were you all?” he growled, the four wolves walking into the clearing together.

“Chill out, man. We were just having some fun.” Sootvine said. The effects of the plant had worn out that morning, but the scent of it still lingered on their pelts.

“We needed you all to be here, going hunting, teaching your apprentices, scouting the biomes.”

“Then I've filled my quota.” Snowtuft responded dismissively.

One thing leads to another. They weren't listening, didn't understand the importance of communication and being dutiful. After a few exchanges of words, Sootvine finds himself on the floor, pinned by the dark grey wolf above him.

“No more drinking wine. No more getting high off plants. No more shirking your duties and leaving camp before everyone wakes up to have any of your ridiculous parties, all right? I gave you and Redtail the luxury of making that stuff on your downtime, because I get it. It's fun, it makes you feel better, I get it. But when it starts to interfere with your ability to work, when it starts to negatively affect the capacity of those around you, that's when it's bad.”

Barnaby got off of Sootvine. The rebellious group exchanged mixed expressions, but there was no protest. However much they disagreed, they had to listen, “I'm disappointed in all of you. I thought you all had better sense.” and with that, he walks off.

Leader: Barnaby (Apprentice: Sleekpaw)

Heir: Sleekpaw

Herbalist: Robinwish (Apprentice: Swiftpaw)

Scouts: Snowtuft (Apprentice: Pricklepaw) & Redtail

Hunters: 

(Sunseekers) Austin, Whitestorm, Velvetwing, Owlfrost, Ourwin

(Frostfangs) Yellowfang (Apprentice: Stormpaw), Sootvine

(Redcapes) Jessie

Pupsitters: 

Warriors: 

Pups: 

OOC: Not my best entry...Usually would be way longer, but I didn’t feel like writing as much today.

Day 24 (Jan 18th, 2021) Winter 1, Y1

Whitestorm and Owlfrost continue to bond, Sootvine continues to help Yellowfang get over Whitestorm, and Redtail and Snowtuft continue to grow close and develop further respect for each other.

Austin and Robinwish over here looking like a power couple. I acquired 6 coyote pelts during explore, so they helped Barnaby skin them to line the pelts in the Main Den (none in the Nursery since it’s emptyyy). Also, Austin admits to Barnaby and Whitestorm that he and Robinwish did the do, but he didn’t finish bc he’s scared of being a father :^)

Velvetwing is a very friendly, open, and amusing wolf, so she gets along well with a lot of the wolves. She kind of helps lighten the mood alongside Austin whenever things get too tense, and everyone appreciates the help.

Robinwish is annoyed with Swiftpaw because he’s lazy and barely bothers to take her training seriously, but Austin helps to keep her calm. Barnaby kind of keeps Redtail and Co. separate by making sure they stay busy and not allowing them all to be without work at the same time unless they’re sleeping, and Pricklepaw is happy and excited to train, though Snowtuft snaps on her sometimes because she’s so full of herself and thinks she’s good at everything. Pricklepaw does take her training seriously, though, and for a young adolescent, is pretty good, so it’s hard to get some needed humiliation and humbleness in her. Redtail likes her never-ending confidence, though, and expresses how he hopes his future kids will be the same.

Jessie says she will become a Pupsitter again the moment new pups arrive to Heartlands, as she loves children and likes to teach. This means, depending on when new pups arrive, Stormpaw and Sleekpaw will be the only members of Redcapes until Swiftpaw grows old enough to join them, as it doesn’t seem like they’ll get along that well with Pricklepaw...

Leader: Barnaby (Apprentice: Sleekpaw)

Heir: Sleekpaw

Herbalist: Robinwish (Apprentice: Swiftpaw)

Scouts: Snowtuft (Apprentice: Pricklepaw) & Redtail

Hunters: 

(Sunseekers) Austin, Whitestorm, Velvetwing, Owlfrost, Ourwin

(Frostfangs) Yellowfang (Apprentice: Stormpaw), Sootvine

(Redcapes) Jessie

Pupsitters: 

Warriors: 

Pups:

OOC: I have no words...without pups, there's not much to say lol. Also, I was going to have this whole thing with Redtail...really dramatic and everything. It was all going to culminate in the spring, with little hints of what's to come in autumn and this winter. Then I thought about it for hours, just kind of thinking how everything will go, and I realized...the only solution to what happens in the end of it is Redtail getting either exiled or [REDACTED], but I still want to write about him, so exiling wouldn't work (I mean I could have him come back and ask for forgiveness, but that wouldn't be in his character. I think he would more likely form his own pack and attack Heartlands or somethin'), and if he [REDACTED] then he wouldn't be able to [REDACTED], which would be really sad because then I'd only have one chance to [REDACTED] before he's [REDACTED]...

So I've decided to keep only a small portion of what's to come. It has something to do with Redtail and Snowtuft...you'll see...

Edit: So I was feeding my wolves a moment ago, since I'm 2 hours ahead of Wolvden, and I realized just how much food I have left over after every day. Like, a few days ago I told myself to only eat Large to Medium prey, and sell all the leftovers of that day. I've always been eating food with 3 days left so that I have enough saved up in case I decide to do a mass sell/donate/winter is super rough/idfk. But like...I won't even be able to keep up with that. I just finished eating my 2 DAY OLD large meals, because I still had then-3 day old food left from yesterday, and today I have...*trying to remember* a 20 use, a 12 use, two 10 uses, a bunch of 8 use peccary, and then A LOT of everything else...I'm addicted to this game if I'm able to put out, on average, like 25 hunts a day, and that third hunting team is a recent addition so imagine how much more food I'll get! Holy cow.

So I gave myself a new limit. Only successfully hunt 2 Large prey, and then ignore large prey. Sell all extras that have 6 days or less, and donate 6+ day old medium/small prey. If I ever run low on food, I can start going for larger hunts more (but not too much), but hopefully I won't need to since I'll have 7-10 days left critter food to eat. I only have 16 wolves (32 uses). I will never starve at this rate xD

Oh my god, I've abandoned the writing site I usually roleplay on...I feel so bad lol...I usually reply to threads within like 3 days but it's been almost a week *wheeze*

ok I'm done now

Day 25 (Jan 19th, 2021) Winter 2, Y1

How does one know when an adolescent is ready to become an official adult? Well, for girls, it’s easy; they become more friendly, start to be more open if they weren’t before. Very recessive, very nice to be around. And then, more obviously, their scent begins to change...A male around the same change, he doesn’t get necessarily more friendly, perhaps a bit curious. After all, he’ll begin to see--and smell--all of his female pack members in a much more different light than before. What was once an innocent friendship now becomes a confusing, mushy ball of butterflies in the stomach and excessive staring.

So when Barnaby noticed Sleekpaw doing a lot of heavy staring at Stormpaw, and Stormpaw doing a lot of submissive posturing towards him, Barnaby knew it was time for their Warrior ceremonies. And also a talk about the birds and the bees.

“So...this is the reason why Austin and Robinwish are always so happy together?” Asked Sleekpaw, looking inquisitively at his adoptive parents, and then at Stormpaw. She, too, shared a look of understanding and apprehension. The girl hadn’t even noticed how different she was acting towards her brother, and now that she knew, she tried not to think about it. Sure, they weren’t related by blood, but...he was still her brother!

“Do they feel like this all the time?”

“No, not all the time. This feeling that you’re feeling, Sleekpaw, it’ll go away for as long as you’re not around a female in heat,” they had already explained what it meant to be ‘in heat.’

“And when it comes to females,” added Jessie, “they usually feel it about twice a year...for a little less than a season. But you won’t always be like this, Stormpaw,” the poor child had begun to look dismayed and helpless, “as you get older, it’ll get easier and easier to control it.”

After the whole conversation was done and over with, it looked like Stormpaw and Sleekpaw were content with avoiding each other for the rest of the day. “They’ll get over it,” Jessie reassured her ex, “They’re too close to let this split them.”

A few days after the Talk™, it was time for their ceremonies. Like Jessie said, they didn’t avoid each other for long, but it was painfully obvious to anybody who bothered paying attention that they were trying hard not to get caught up thinking about each other for too long, and restrained from excessive touching, as if out of fear it would cause them to do something they’d regret...No one else saw the issue in it, though. It was completely up to them on what they wanted to do with each other, and they were allowed to do it, but no one gave much advice beyond knowledge what lust and heat cycles are. It was up to them to figure it out the rest of it on their own, just as Redtail and Sootvine had to.

Oh, right. The warrior ceremony. “Stormpaw, Sleekpaw, come forth,” The crowd had already gathered. The named wolves walked forward, their heads slightly bowed in respect and submission, eyes alight in anticipation, “You two have studied hard to understand the ways of the pack, and have come far in your training to be where you are now. You are ready to become true warriors of Heartlands,” somewhere in the crowd, an approving voice barked. It was Jessie, happy for her children for coming so far. “Yellowfang and I are grateful for aiding in the growth of such talented mentees. From this day forth, Stormpaw will now be known as Stormpelt. The members of Heartlands honor your adventurous spirit and loyalty, and we feel blessed to have you with us.” The wolves shout Stormpelt’s new name, allowing themselves to become familiar with it, “And now, Sleekpaw. From this day forth, you will be known as Sleekshade. Heartlands honors your level-headed nature and empathy, and we feel blessed to have you with us.” Again, the wolves say his name, though Barnaby notices that Redtail is especially apprehensive. He reminds himself to talk to Sleekshade about it sometime.

“Finally, I would like to say one last thing. Everyone knows Willowpaw should have been here with us today, becoming a warrior alongside his siblings. I wish he were here, too. I’ve found...believing that he’s up there, in the stars, is comforting. Judge me how you will, but I’d like to think he’s up there, watching over the pack, celebrating with us. I’d like to give him a warrior name, too,” nobody spoke. Everyone knew how painful it was for the majority when Willowpaw died. Nobody blamed him for doing this, not even Redtail and his gang, “Willowpaw, from this day forth, you will be known as Willowtree. Heartlands honors you...I hope you’re happy, wherever you are,” there were a few murmurs, then. Some thought he was going to cry, but his voice never faltered, and he only took a brief moment of pause before continuing on, looking to the new warriors before him, “It’s time for the both of you to walk the borders alone, in silence. Give and receive your final words before you go.”

Not long after the ceremony, Sleekshade was returning back to camp with a plump hare in his mouth, mouth watering at the idea of sharing it with Stormpelt. Stormpelt. A new scent filled his nostrils, drowning out the fresh blood scent of the hare, and soon he found himself overcome with the fragrance of Stormpelt. Gah! Why can’t I stop thinking about her? Suddenly a heavy weight was thrust upon him. He let out a yelp of surprise and drop his catch, but no pain came to him afterwards. Instead, the intruder snatched the hare up the moment he let go, and began to run.

Instinctively, he chased after the thief, naturally lean and well-trained body catching up easily to them. Sleekshade lunged forward and knocked the thief off their feet, and they dropped the hare beside them. Sleekshade was ready to give the wolf a good bite-down, before noticing just how disheveled and skinny she looked. Her body gave off the same new scent as Stormpelt did, stirring the special feeling within him once more, but it was easier to ignore the desire when it was a stranger.

“What are you doing here?” he growled, standing above her toppled over form. She remained silent, and he could tell that she was hiding her embarrassment behind her grimace. The more he looked at her, the more apparent it was that she was suffering from starvation. He could see her ribs underneath her thin pelt, the pelt itself dull and dirty. After a moment of hesitation, Sleekshade got off of her, and she slowly rose to her paws. One eye on him, one eye on the hare as he picked it up and placed it in front of her, “Here, you can have it.” Without further prompt, she picked it up and stared at him, apprehension in her gaze, as if she expected him to attack the moment she walked away. Then, seemingly satisfied with him backing away, she did the same until a few more yards were between them, before finally turning around to leave.

“Wait!” She paused. A measly hare isn’t going to help her, “O-our pack has more food? We can help you. Alpha Barnaby welcomes strangers all the time. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind helping you get back to health.” Still, there was apprehension within her, but after a moment she silently walked back to him. Keeping distance, but otherwise accepting of the idea. In her mind, she had no intention of staying. Eat the hare, find their food storage, wolf down as much as she could...then be out before anyone could notice anything was missing.

As expected, Barnaby accepted her in after Sleekshade explained the situation and what had happened. She never spoke, though, oddly enough, and Snowtuft was distrustful of her right from the start. She took it upon herself to make sure the she-wolf did nothing she’d regret, but Sleekshade took it upon himself to make sure she felt comfortable and fed while in camp. He felt bad for her, and wanted to help her get back on her paws. Plus, it was a nice distraction from Stormpelt and her scent.

The strange she-wolf never talks. Members of Heartlands are skeptical of her and her motives. Snowtuft wants her to go. By now, she is mostly back to health. Skinny, but no longer dull and gaunt. Sleekshade finds himself curious as to why she was so alone, and why she does not talk. He wishes to know so that he can convince her to prove she is nothing to be worried about. Snowtuft's disapproval will eventually spread to the other wolves.

Even Barnaby is apprehensive about letting her stay longer. He was patient at first, but found himself more and more skeptical. It was not until weeks later, when Robinwish decided to try and get her to talk, did the mystery reveal itself.

“She can't talk.”

“What do you mean, she can't talk?” Asked Barnaby, his heir sitting beside him curiously. They were sitting outside of the Medicine Den, a small, secluded area consisting of a deep, well-dug out tunnel room under a large tree, its spiraling, thick roots providing support. The area was surrounded on all sides except for what leads to the rest of camp by bushes, ferns, and the like.

“I mean, I think she was born mute. Her vocal cords literally don't work. She can't talk.” Both wolves sat there for a long time, thinking on what exactly this might mean for the mute she-wolf.

Barnaby decided to try and get some answers. With Sleekshade in tow, they went inside the Den to where she was. The she-wolf was laying on her stomach, eyes half open as she tried to lick at her tail. She stopped when they began to stare at her, and just stared back.

Barnaby tried to ask her what she was going to do, but of course she didn't answer. Sleekshade decided to ask her yes and no questions, citing responses. She had nowhere else to go, they gathered, and she wanted to stay. When the info was gathered, Barnaby left while Sleekshade stayed behind.

“Barnaby is a welcoming guy, but I don't think he's met such a wolf like you before. I'm pretty sure he's going to ask the Council for opinions.” He laid beside her, allowing her respectable space, and they sat in silence before a commotion stirred him from his spot.

A crowd was gathered around the Council, having overheard the Council’s conversation on the strange girl's fate. Wolves expressed their plights and concerns, while Barnaby and Whitestorm tried to calm them down.

“She's faking it! She's bad trouble.” barked Snowtuft.

“Could be a spy from another pack,” suggested Redtail.

“The pups might be in danger,” fretted Jessie, treating Pricklepaw and Swiftpaw as if they were still suckling from Owlfrost’s teets.

“I hear you all, and I understand. But all she needs is a little wolf. Never forget how far we got from showing sympathy and kindness to strangers. I trust that Robinwish knows what she's saying. If this girl is not to be trusted, I will see to it she never steps foot in Heartlands' territory again.” His tone suggested he meant it.

[Kind of tired of long entries soo long story short…] Barnaby's word is final. She stays.  But she must have someone watch her. Sleekshade offers to personally oversee her and teach her how Heartlands does things. He will have to keep an eye on her all the time and treat her like he would treat a mischievous adolescent. Sleekshade, Austin, Robinwish, and Velvetwing think of names for her before she nods at Sleekshade's name: Hazelpaw.

Leader: Barnaby

Heir: Sleekshade

Herbalist: Robinwish (Apprentice: Swiftpaw)

Scouts: Snowtuft (Apprentice: Pricklepaw) & Redtail

Hunters: 

(Sunseekers) Austin, Whitestorm, Velvetwing, Owlfrost, Ourwin

(Frostfangs) Yellowfang, Sootvine

(Redcapes) Jessie, Sleekshade, Stormpelt

Pupsitters: 

Warriors: 

Pups: 

OOC: It’s so weird to want January 25th to arrive faster, ‘cause it’s also the first day of school...Then again, it won’t be so bad I supposeee. I’ll only have 2 classes this semester lol thanks covid (but also f u because I should be preparing to go to London rn and now I can’t >:( )

Also, Sleekshade is not officially an adult yet. I just thought it would be better if he had his ceremony with Stormpelt. They’re half a month apart in age.

The unknown she-wolf is my 2nd chased-star NBW wolf, and my 1st successful chase-recruitment. I love her so much already <3 I have it written down that newly-made adults get to choose their role, but I’ve never actually executed that idea. I’d go back and edit, but I’ve been writing for various things all day, and my fingers are tired…

Day 26 (Jan 20th, 2021) Winter 3, Y1 Opposite Day +

Sleekshade and Hazelpaw hang out together all the time and seem to enjoy each other's company, signs of happiness slowly being shown by the young she-wolf. A few days later, Hazelpaw wakes up Sleekshade because it is snowing. They both had never seen snow before. Excited, the two wolves play in it together, scooping up snow with their noses and flinging it at each other.

“I just had a great idea,” said Austin, walking rump-first out of the main den, “I mean, I didn't just have a great idea,” the two wolves looked confused, “It’s not Opposite Day.” Ohhh.

Swiftpaw woke up. He looked amused at Austin's constant backwards walking and laughed a lot at both that and the odd talking, causing more and more wolves to wake up from the rising commotion.

When Owlfrost asked what all the laughing was for, she found her answer at the sight of Austin and chuckled. “It’s not Opposite Day. All the adults don't have to say the opposite of what they mean, and they also don't have to walk backwards.”

When Yellowfang walked out the den, walking normally, Austin stopped her. “Buh-buh-buh! You don't have to walk backwards. Those who don't won't have moss thrown at them by the children.” Both Swiftpaw and Pricklepaw's eyes lit up at the idea of getting to throw cold moss at all the adults. Big puppy eyes and adorable-toned pleases were given to their mother.

Rolling her eyes, she said, “No.” They shared sad faces...until she winked, and they realized she was playing alongside. With Owlfrost escorting the adolescents to where moss grew, suddenly the more lighthearted wolves found themselves more incentivized to play along.

“So this isn't your winter holiday idea?” Barnaby asked, out in time just to see Owlfrost and her kids go.

“Nope!” Austin's grin was wide as he responded.

It was a ridiculous, and absolutely funny sight. All the wolves were walking backwards and laughing at each other's weird walking and talking. The pups came back, each with a good chunk of wet moss, and stared mischievously at any wolf who dared to break the rules.

“So, you don't like the sight of my butt, incorrect?” Redtail said, bum facing Snowtuft's own as a grinch-like grin adorned his face.

Snowtuft, who was less enthusiastic but otherwise compliant with the idea, rolled her eyes, “I...definitely do.” Laughter erupted from the red wolf's maw.

“Oh man, I really got you there, didn't I? You like my butt, you like my butt, you like my butt. Kiss it.” suddenly, Redtail was hit with two fist-fulls of soaking, cold moss to the face. The pups had heard him, and they were not pleased! Now it was Snowtuft's turn to laugh.

“I just can't imagine why Austin would come up with such a silly holiday idea.” It was Whitestorm talking to Velvetwing, smiles on both of their faces and rumps covered in soft snow drops.

“Mhm. Truly unlike him.”

A while after this all played out, Austin called aloud for everyone to hear. By now, everyone was up and either participating or on the sidelines, and the pups kept a good eye on the latter. I dare you to get up and walk the wrong way!

“All wrong, mi amigos. This challenge is just too hard for the lot of you. So, to give the pups less opportunity to throw all that dry moss at us, Austin's going to do absolutely nothing, and not add the rule that you must add 'what-what' at the end of every sentence, nor add that you have to speak in third person.” there was giggling and silence as the wolves thought carefully on their next choice of words.

“Jessie's wide awake,” said Jessie to Robinwish. A yawn escaped her maw. “This was very boring, hehe, but Jessie's going to lie awake in the den now.”

The only thing Hazelpaw could do was walk backwards, but she didn't seem deterred. She waggled her rump as a form of imitation, like it was trying to talk to Sleekshade, and it made him giggle. In the days of her mood brightening, Sleekshade began to notice patterns in her behavior. For example, he knew that whenever she squinted her eyes and poked her tongue out, it was like her form of laughing. It was such a funny face to see, and to see her happy made him happy, so he giggled everytime she made the face, which only caused her to make it more.

Sometimes it was difficult to keep eye contact, having to constantly strain his head to look around, and trying to find a more stable position caused him to lose coordination with his feet. He stumbled backwards and bumped butts with her, prompting him to just place it down and turn around so he could finally get a better look at her.

“I don't give up.” he said, staring into her golden-yellow eyes. She stared back, smile on her face, and--not for the first time--he felt that special feeling bubble up within him. Just as flashes of obscene thoughts began to filter into his mind, moss was being thrown at them, breaking the stare and quickly grounding him back to reality. Looking over, of course it was Swiftpaw and Pricklepaw, giggling together without a care. Glad for the distraction, Sleekshade leapt up and raced after them, chasing the children around the clearing with a wad of moss in his mouth, ready to enact revenge.

The snow and chilliness eventually caused all the wolves to retreat back inside the den. Food had been stocked up and securely buried, so hunting was not needed so often. With spirits lifted and warm bodies surrounding each other, all the wolves went to sleep in each other's embrace.

Leader: Barnaby

Heir: Sleekshade

Herbalist: Robinwish (Apprentice: Swiftpaw)

Scouts: Snowtuft (Apprentice: Pricklepaw) & Redtail

Hunters: 

(Sunseekers) Austin, Whitestorm, Velvetwing, Owlfrost, Ourwin

(Frostfangs) Yellowfang, Sootvine

(Windrunners) Jessie, Sleekshade, Stormpelt

Pupsitters: 

Warriors: 

Pups: 

OOC: I hope y'all like this entry. Since Day 24, I’ve been trying to find a medium on what kind of things I want to write about. How much of IC, and how much of OOC? I could write so much ICly (yesterdays entry would have been even longer, but I was low on writing energy and I wanted to spare y’all). But should I try to make all entries short, like on Day 22-23, so that I have more space for OOC happenings? I dunno...

Also, I didn't proofread the last two entries, hehe.