Prism

you are a work of art. I'll never forgive myself for putting you aside, but I'll always continue this little story later. Key points: Prism is a scout, the former alpha Willow takes care of her, Opal and Prism have a mysterious connection, there's a faraway land, Prism falls in love with Arrow.

Frost's Thaw

Icicles hung from the great oak tree, lights reflecting off its icy surface. Rainbow colors bounced off these crystalized tears, dancing in the early light of dawn. The sky had become an immense and rare phenomenon of colorful bobbing lights on the horizon. The glare of these colors drifted across the snowy field, golds and pinks smothering the land. More as the wolf walked she felt this atmosphere wrap around her like a warm blanket. Home was closer. She could feel it.

The sky was a gloomy gray, a light drizzle falling from the gray. A small pinkish-gold pup crawled inside a large den, warm light flickering from the depths of it. The familiar scents of the pack washed over her as she entered the cozy space. Several grizzly bear pelts lined the floor, its stalky fur brushing against her paw pads. It took her a moment to notice the frail, shivering form huddled on one of the bear pelts, the once beautiful pale yellow female. Her coat was almost completely silver, perhaps whiter than the moon but with an odd dullness to it as well. Her eyes were closed but breath coming in short gasps. Her breathing was loud and irregular, her chest heaving with each breath she took. The pup crept closer to the elder, until she was barely touching noses with her. The elder's nostrils flared and she cracked open an eye. It almost seemed to take all her body strength just to lift a feeble eyelid to stare into the pup's deep, storm eyes.
I knew she would be here, the elder thought, still watching the pup. She sensed I was on my final breath. And I see it is time to tell her.
Opal had been a once strong and healthy herbalist. But as she aged, her body seemed to deteriorate until breathing had become a pain. Her bones ached so strongly even the soft pelts could not soothe them. Her time was up. Opal was ready for it.
Opal focused her blurry vision on the pup's eyes once more. Her stormy eyes brought back a memory deep within her. Opal closed her eyes and let this dream...this memory of some sort wash over her once again.

The sky was a swirling cloud of dark grays and blacks. The blinding flash of lighting shot from these clouds, striking the ground with a low rumble following after it. The ground seemed to shake as she walked on, through this raging earth. Rain pounded from the sky, soaking her fur and plastering it around her small frame. Closer...just closer until she was there. Through the darkness and chaos, there was a small beam of light flickering ahead. All she could think of was reaching it. She could even feel the warmth it emitted from such far away...beckoning her into safe arms. Every last drop of certainty in her body and hope guided the wolf to her destination. The light grew brighter, and the clashes of lightning grew dimmer as she neared. She was forced to squint as s he walked further, the light almost blinding. Then her entire vision was obscured with this light, seeping deep into her bones. She was here...
She only caught a glimpse of the beautiful and welcoming land before her vision went black.

Prism stared at Opal. Her eyes were sealed shut and small tremors ran through her body. Prism waited, wondering what this elder was experiencing in her mind. Then her eyes popped open, greeting her once more with milky green eyes. But they almost seemed lifeless.

"Find the land, through the darkness, through the storms and empty land. The path is not empty, but you may find a high disagreement with those around you. Believe only yourself, not another wolf. Do not trust them. Only trust your mind and heart."
And Opal seeped away into the unknown place where only the spirits knew of. She was gone. But she had left Prism thinking. Thinking very, very deeply.

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Ever since that day Prism was a very mysterious wolf, often speaking in riddles and confusing the wolves around her. As they days passed by many of the Blossoming Pack avoided her, afraid that she would somehow curse them. The only wolf in the pack that truly had faith in her was Willow, who took care of Prism like a mother to daughter. She listened to Prism and took her words seriously, which Prism was thankful for. After Opal had died, Prism started experiencing vivid dreams. A rainforest dappled with sunlight and flowers of all colors, blooming from the depths of the scenery. Vines hung from long, leafy branches, blending with the bright and dark greens of the forest. Though she had seen a rainforest before, it was nothing like this one. Every inch of it held beauty. Peace. Perhaps even the cruelest wolf wouldn't want to harm such a relaxing place. Willow believed this dream deeply and occasionally spoke of it, asking Prism to describe more of the rainforest.

However, her dreams took a dark turn.
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Prism ducked under the low overhand of boulders from the ceiling of her den, entering the quiet darkness. However, the only noise that soothed her in her lonely space was the quiet tap tap of water pattering from some of the outside caves. A small cave stream had formed through the caves above them, pricking a hole through the stone and creating a tiny waterfall.

Though as she bundled closely in the thick bundles of moss known as her nest, she still felt a cold sense of loneliness in her chest. It was as clear as the pool of water formed by the tiny waterfall. Her strange words from the visons which marred her thoughts had caused her to seperated from, in fact, the entire pack den, leaving her to a tiny den at the far edge of the pack's