Pet's name: Jet
He was the only black pup out of the whole litter. He had four siblings, all tan. Everybody thought he was a weirdo, and nobody liked him. He was teased, bullied, abused, until he ran away from home. In the middle of the forest, there isn't much place to go, because the humans have taken up so much space for themselves. His pack was one of the last packs in Maine, United States of America. His name is Jet, and this is his story.
A warm sunny day, a cool breeze twisting through the trees. The leaves are rustling, birds are twittering. A mother she-wolf is giving birth to pups inside a shady den. Her eyes are brown and round, she is a new mother. Her first litter comes out fast, all three females, tan like herself. Her last puppy, black. The she-wolf gasps in surprise. She sighed and nursed all the puppies, keeping a close on on this peculiar wolf pup. She named him Jet, as in Jet black.
Two weeks later, when the all the puppies see light for the first time, when they all open their eyes, the black puppy did not. This worried the mother greatly. His siblings mocked him greatly, not that he could hear, or have even the slightest idea what was going on.
A day later, still no success. The mother finally called the healer to the den. "Look," She says to the brute. "His eyes haven't opened." The brute healer examined him.
"Well," He sighed, "His eyes are glued shut. We can give him medicine, but since he doesn't eat anything solid yet, it will have to come out of your milk. Your other puppies, of course, cannot partake of this medicine, or will get very ill. I can get another female to nurse until this one is well. Or, " He pauses. "Or we can abandon him."
The she-wolf was shocked. "Abandon him? Are you crazy? He is so strange, so peculiar, I just have a feeling, I have a feeling about him. He is special, Lowell!" She called him by his first name, which was very disrespectful, considering he was many ranks higher than her.
"Are you going crazy, Meghoy* Ashti?" He glowered at her. The other puppies looked up in curiosity. Seeing that, he lowered his voice. "The medicine might not work. Alpha will not be happy, having a blind wolf in our pack!"
Ashti lowered her head. "I will think about it. But first, we will try the medicine."
So they did. And, miraculously, it worked. At age two months, he opened his eyes and ears. He was teased, because the other pups had already learning to hunt. He wasn't only bullied because of that though. He was black, and he had glowing, green eyes. He was completely different than the other pups, and they made sure he was aware of that.
One day, when he was out hunting, he was approached by a crowd of pups, led by Adrian, the alpha's son, who the other pups practically worshiped. "Hey, little Jet."
Jet tried to stand tall. "What do you want, Adrian?"
He gave a malicious smirk. "We want you to leave."
Jet was puzzled. "What?"
"Leave. The. Pack. How stupid are you?" Adrian taunted.
Someone called, "Must be an idiot, his brain can't be bigger than a poison berry!"
Jet growled, his hackles raised. "Leave? I am not going anywhere!" He soon changed his mind though.
"Oh, you will want to. In fact, you have to!" Adrian lunged at him, knocking him off his feet. He rolled head over heels into the ditch. The crowd followed. "If you don't leave, we will make you."
Jet was terrified. "I am not leaving." He was shaking.
Adrian smirked. "Than we will chase you off." He motioned to the group behind him. Suddenly, he was being trampled. He felt like he was being crushed as the heavy puppies piled on top of him. The air was being pushed out of him. His leg was being twisted backwards, and soon he heard a snap, a fierce pain shooting up his leg.
Adrian smiles in satisfaction. He called everybody off. "So, have you changed your mind yet?"
He groaned, his head fuzzy. Everything was blurry, the pain was too much, he still couldn't breath...he had to answer...what was happening to him...he slipped into unconsciousness.
A fire burned in his leg as he awoke. Where-where am I? He tried to stand up, but was too weak and fell to the ground. His leg was bent strangely, and it hurt badly. He couldn't put much pressure on it. He looked around warily, still dizzy. Everything was fuzzy, but he could make out trees, trees, and more trees. No one in sight. Being just a few months old and not very strong or large, he was terrified. I am going to die! He thought painfully. If he kept passing out, he wouldn't make it. Mountain lions or lynx might get to him, and he wont be able to fight for himself. He started to panic. He jumped up and tried to run, but collapsed. He hit his head, knocked unconscious once again.
He awoke in a den underground. It had dirt sides, and bugs skittering across the floor. His leg was numb, but it was bandaged. How did that happen? No one was around. He saw footprints around the den though, so it must be recent. He tried to stand up but collapsed again.
"Don't hurt yourself." A kind, female voice said from behind him. He turned around, seeing a beautiful pup his age standing in the mouth of the den. Behind her stood another female wolf, probably her mother. "I'm Moon." The shining white puppy said. "And, this is my mum, Natasha."
Natasha nods, sitting down. He turns to see them better. "Don't strain yourself, pup. We are just going to help you." The brown wolf has a white star on her head.
"Where-where am I? How did I get here?" Jet said, quite disturbed.
"Calm down, small pup. You are in our den. We are loners." Natasha said.
"Well, how did you find me?"
Moon speaks, "I found you while I was adventuring. You where all bruised up and your leg was twisted funny. By the way, you are tiny for a wolf our age. What is the matter with you?"
"Moon!" Natasha scolded. "Yes, she comes running back. I follow her to you. By the way, what is your name?"
"I'm Jet." he tries to ignore Moon.
Moon bounds over to him. "What happened to you?"
Natasha sighs. "I give up!"
Jet gulps. "I-I was born small. I was a different color than everyone else. They were all tan with blue eyes, I was black with green eyes. Also, my eyes and ears opened a couple weeks late. I was bullied, abused, then..." He takes a deep breath to keep the tears down. "All of the others ganged up on me. They told me to leave, and when I said no, they broke my leg and piled on top of me so I couldn't breath. I slipped out of consciousness, I guess." His voice broke.
Moon stared at him. Jet was afraid she was gonna hate him as well, but instead, she went up to him and started licking my ear. "You can stay with us. Your leg has to heal anyways."
So, Jet grew up with them. He began to date Moon, and soon they were mates. They had puppies. One brown, named Ashti, one gray, named Amara, one black and white, named Kanni, and one white, named Luna.
They were in the den Jet and Moon grew up in, Natasha, Moon, Luna, Ashti, Kanni, and Amara were there. The only wolf missing was Jet, who had grown bigger, and was actually now larger than most male wolves. He was out hunting, finding food for all seven wolves.
Suddenly, a thunderstorm broke out. Rain poured onto the earth, thunder cracked. The pups were fascinated, they went out to watch, despite the warnings of their grandmother and mother. They stared in awe. Suddenly, lightning hit a tree nearby. Fire spread through the tree. Natasha and Moon grabbed the pups and rushed away. The fire was too fast for them though. They were trapped in a circle of fire. Moon howled for Jet.
Jet heard their cry for help. He raced off toward the closest town. He barked, knocking on the door of the houses. Somebody opened the door. "Hey!" They exclaimed. He ran off, then motioned to be followed.
Soon he had a large group of people following him. He led them to the fire. The firemen were alerted and soon they were over the fire in helicopters.
The fire wasn't too large, and was put out. Jet rushed through the burnt trees and ashes, looking for his family. He barked, without an answer. he put his nose to the ground, but all he could smell was scorched trees and plants.
He stumbled upon his family. Natasha, Moon, Luna, Amara, Ashti, and Kanni, all lying in the middle of a ring of fire. Their fur was scorched, he could barely tell them apart. He sniffed at them. They were all still breathing, slowly. They were unconscious. He laid down next to them, whimpering.
The humans followed him. He heard murmurs buzzing through the crowd. Some people stepped forward. The puppies were carried easily to the town, to the animal rescue, but Natasha and Moon were too heavy to be carried by one person. Three people together carried Moon toward the town. Everybody else left Natasha, the old wolf. Jet whimpered, his adopted mother and mother in law lay there. He heaved her onto his back and carried her back to the village as well.
A month later, the wolves were released. The pups were a bit bigger, and they grew new fur, so they didn't have any bare patches. They still visit the village though, to thank them for saving their lives.
*I made up the word meghoy. Means lower rank, is an insult.
I'm quiting.