Freeroam
There was something about having to bury your last kin that was almost ephemeral, Blizzardheart thought.
Blizzardheart swallowed angrily as he threw more dirt over Sweetshimmer's grave. She was dead, along with so many of her packmates.
Sweetshimmer and Darktalon and Stormflank and Spiderleg and Gladefeather and Softmuzzle and Blossomheart and Snakebite and Slasheye and Sunbloom...
Troutstar.
Blizzardheart shook himself. He didn't have time to grieve. He grit his jaw, silence drumming through his head.
Ashflame, Hailthroat, Slatewing, Shadowfeather, Dustleap, Brackentail, Hollybreeze, and Gentlemoon looked at him wearily from below.
Hailthroat stepped up to him hesitantly, the old male's pelt running ragged down his back. Blizzardheart ached in sympathy as he began to speak.
" You're the leader now." Hailthroat said. Blue eyes stared into Blizzardheart's own. " What do you want to do?"
Blizzardheart couldn't speak. He hesitated briefly, turning around to look at the mass graves behind him. His voice lodged in his throat.
Troustar and Sweetshimmer and Darktalon and Stormflank and Spiderleg and Gladefeather and Softmuzzle and Blossomheart and Snakebite and Slasheye and Sunbloom....
No.
His fur bristled in rage as he looked back.
" We move." he growled. " We leave."
The words tasted bitter on his tongue, even as he spoke them.
" We go. We move on. We find better territory. We learn, we grow stronger, we grow. We survive."
He spat out the words with ferocity, as though they were blood in his mouth. His paws trembled as they sat on the earth, but he refused to stop.
" Sweetshimmer-" his voice nearly broke at that, but he paid it no bother, continuing relentlessly.
" Sweetshimmer told me, when she was on scouting duty, about this... lake. There is much territory there, and little competition. No outsiders. We will go there."
No... them.
Blizzardheart tried not to think about what would happen if they followed. If...
He shook the thought off with anger and determination, looking strongly at the- decimated- pack before him.
" We will move." he decided strongly.
Blizzardstar's eyes glared at the wolves assembled below him.
" Now, who's with me?"
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Generations:
The First Circle ( Gen 1 )
The Silk Furs ( Gen 2 )
Whiphearts ( Gen 3 )
Flameseers ( Gen 4 )
The Red Gates ( Gen 5 )
Firetongue ( Gen 6 )
Stonehatchers ( Gen 7 )
The White Wind ( Gen 8 )
The Star Catchers ( Gen 9 )
Wanderers ( Outsiders )
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Welcome to Freeroam. I rarely keep any of the puppies that I breed personally, so just PM me if you want one.
Assuming that there are puppies at the moment.
Otherwise, head over to my Profile and friend me?
Blizzardheart swallowed angrily as he threw more dirt over Sweetshimmer's grave. She was dead, along with so many of her packmates.
Sweetshimmer and Darktalon and Stormflank and Spiderleg and Gladefeather and Softmuzzle and Blossomheart and Snakebite and Slasheye and Sunbloom...
Troutstar.
Blizzardheart shook himself. He didn't have time to grieve. He grit his jaw, silence drumming through his head.
Ashflame, Hailthroat, Slatewing, Shadowfeather, Dustleap, Brackentail, Hollybreeze, and Gentlemoon looked at him wearily from below.
Hailthroat stepped up to him hesitantly, the old male's pelt running ragged down his back. Blizzardheart ached in sympathy as he began to speak.
" You're the leader now." Hailthroat said. Blue eyes stared into Blizzardheart's own. " What do you want to do?"
Blizzardheart couldn't speak. He hesitated briefly, turning around to look at the mass graves behind him. His voice lodged in his throat.
Troustar and Sweetshimmer and Darktalon and Stormflank and Spiderleg and Gladefeather and Softmuzzle and Blossomheart and Snakebite and Slasheye and Sunbloom....
No.
His fur bristled in rage as he looked back.
" We move." he growled. " We leave."
The words tasted bitter on his tongue, even as he spoke them.
" We go. We move on. We find better territory. We learn, we grow stronger, we grow. We survive."
He spat out the words with ferocity, as though they were blood in his mouth. His paws trembled as they sat on the earth, but he refused to stop.
" Sweetshimmer-" his voice nearly broke at that, but he paid it no bother, continuing relentlessly.
" Sweetshimmer told me, when she was on scouting duty, about this... lake. There is much territory there, and little competition. No outsiders. We will go there."
No... them.
Blizzardheart tried not to think about what would happen if they followed. If...
He shook the thought off with anger and determination, looking strongly at the- decimated- pack before him.
" We will move." he decided strongly.
Blizzardstar's eyes glared at the wolves assembled below him.
" Now, who's with me?"
-
Generations:
The First Circle ( Gen 1 )
The Silk Furs ( Gen 2 )
Whiphearts ( Gen 3 )
Flameseers ( Gen 4 )
The Red Gates ( Gen 5 )
Firetongue ( Gen 6 )
Stonehatchers ( Gen 7 )
The White Wind ( Gen 8 )
The Star Catchers ( Gen 9 )
Wanderers ( Outsiders )
-
Welcome to Freeroam. I rarely keep any of the puppies that I breed personally, so just PM me if you want one.
Assuming that there are puppies at the moment.
Otherwise, head over to my Profile and friend me?
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