From the moment she met her... sister, Sterling Snow, she hated her. The energetic, always happy pup just seemed to rub Onyx Snow the wrong way. And hadnt her mother explained how Sterling Snow's mother had stolen her place? This pup was to be a rival. She bared her tiny fangs at Sterling Snow when approached, and made the whole den uncomfortable. Onyx Snow had ignored the littermate of Sterling Snow, he was a weird puppy with glowing eyes and pitch black fur. He wasnt her rival, only Sterling Snow was.
Onyx Snow trained hard, her focus continously on bettering herself. She constantly compared herself to sterling snow, who always seemed to goof off and play around, but yet always seemed to do better somehow. It infuriated the younger female, but what was there to do? When Sterling Snow's littermate was made a hunter before them all, Onyx Snow felt a stab of jealousy, but yet triumphant that Onyx snow was left behind as well. She was once again frustrated to see Sterling Snow had no jealousy or ill will toward her littermate, but it also set her wondering why the slightly older adolescent never seemed bothered by anything. Was it because her place in the pack was assured? Was it because she had nothing to prove?
