Quick Claws Of Fierce Owl

QuickClaws was never appreciated in his home pack, The Shadow Slayers, always living in his brother, ThroatSlicers, shadow. His mother liked him but, ThroatSlicer was always the favorite. QuickClaws trained so hard, but could never be better than ThroatSlicer. To his surprise, his grandma, LifeStealer, the alpha, actually wanted him to stay! Quick claws was happy, as it was usually very difficult to gain the approval of LifeStealer.

Only a night after his adult ceremony, he was woken up in the dead of night by his Brother. He stood up with confusion, Am i going hunting already? QuickClaw's came to the quick realization of what was really happening. ThroatSlicer snarled wildly, ordering him out of the sleeping den and into the chill of the night. " YOU.. Little brother, you've always tried so hard to be better than Me. Its pathetic. Just like our weak sisters and brothers, you deserve to die. You dont deserve LifeStealers approval, ONLY I DO!" he tackled him, enormous claws slashing his throat. QuickClaws shrieked out in pain, plunging his claws into ThroatSlicers shoulders and throwing him off with all his might. QuickClaws paws crunched against the snow as he ran, his brother high on his tail. Fear pulsed through him, his neck gash leaving a long trail of blood as he ran. He didn't even know how far he ran, he just kept going untill exhaust overtook him and he fell to the floor. He gasped for air, laying on the cold snow. He brought his paw up to his neck, wincing as he touched it, his sight grew dim as a large wolf the color of the deserts mojaves approached him and picked him up, and then he fell unconscious.

QuickClaws awoke in a mildly warm den to a speckled wolf with bright yellow eyes treating his many scratches form tree branches and his deep throat wound. He was very confused and questioned the wolf, the herb smelling wolf spoke oddly, he was saying words, but he did not understand any of them. A black and white wolf with what appeared to be a star on her forehead entered the den, they spoke in the foreign language and then the black and white wolf turned to him, " Welcome wolf of pack, Us, Frostfall Tribe." Quick claws scrunched his nose, A tribe? what is that? The black and white wolf spoke again, " I am Alpha, The North Star. You is welcome to stay." The North Star discussed with the herb smelling wolf and spoke again, " This, Grackle Who Plucks Herb, you are... who?" QuickClaws stood up straight, but slightly winced due to his throat wound. " I am, QuickClaws." The two wolves looked at eachother, and The North Star grinned. " If you wish, you stay here, and have new tribe name." QuickClaws though for a moment,I cant return to The Shadow Slayers.. ill be killed, so, i guess this will have to work. He nodded. " I will join." Grackle Who Plucks Herb seemed to ask The North Star what he said, and he excitedly wagged his tail as the North Star explained in the tribes language. The North Star Turned to him, " Grackle says you remind him of Owl, so you will be Quick Claws Of Fierce Owl." QuickClaws nodded, this language is gonna take some getting used to..