IcePack:The Survival Of The Pack

[vhenan.]

Chapter 1-The Blizzard

Imagine loosing all hope,a mother murderously killed by the Bear Spirit and not even knowing the Clans.As for the young wolf,Blaze,she lived in that horrid thought."Pace yourself,don't die now."Blaze encouraged herself.She saw a dark crimson trail in the paw high snow.She took a deep sniff."Auroch,appearently the kill of a pack."She went eastward of it,scenting now that it's herd was not far ahead.Coal black ears twitched as her hackles raised,a large boulder like figure lumbered towards her.First thoughts was a bear,second was an auroch.But it was worse,a mountian.

Thinking that she was at the Fell,a large,rocky vastness of sharp,jagged tough obstacles.She walked onward,then hearing any crunch of tender snow,her snowy white pelt was bristled by an unseen force,she was being forced down."Oh no!I've fallen into the Thunderquake!"She braced her pelt for the large,knife-like brambles slicing her pelt,dying it flamingo pink.Instead,a splash.She was freezing.Shooting up above the rush surface,she stood,ice colored eyes blurred as she swam to shore.She'd remembered what her mother's last words were:'Listen to the hawks and eagles,their caws will warn you.[i]'She sighed.

Blaze's mother's eagle feather Dream Flier tapped her chest wildly,an eagle cooed,a hawk screeched.The eagle's voice read,'[i]She's in Moon Clan's outskirts.'.Blaze snickered"Great!"The hawk was a comforting message,'Head north,there are chipmunks and voles.You can eat and stay from the clans.'The hawk made Blaze tingle with hope."North it is."She ran into the direction,brambles clawing at her,rocks piercing the pads as her faint ice orbs glared,locked and studied the trail ahead.She smiled when she cleared the forest.

Blaze took a step into a sheet of white,the cackle of the snow was crispier than in the woods.She took a few paw-lenght steps forward before tripping,making herself look like an enormous snowball.She crashed into an abandoned den.She felt a storm coming,her fur stood.She knew it would be tremendously horrid.Inside the Larger Den was old and barely-tattered rawhide pelts.She nodded and ran to find a small roe deer for food.It started,a fierce blizzard pounded her into the rapidly increasing snow.She finally reached the den after what seemed like forever.

She cuddled on the rawhide.She saw the snow climb the mouth.Soon,it would cover the mouth.The she too,would be covered.She scraped a rock on the wall of the den, sparking it and setting a small fire.She fell into a deep sleep,dreaming of sides,life or death?