{Four Years Old - Lead Fighter - Brute - Midnight Sun - Rasp}
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The ink coated brute's igure flitted between tree trunks, his golden eyes fixed on his victim. The fur dusted on his flanks bounced with his graceful gait as he trotted swiftly in time with whom he was pursuing. He was but a shadow cast on the uneven forest landscape. Light was thrown on the grass, dappled amongst the undergrowth due to the trees and their canopy, blocking all but few of the sun's rays.
Rasp struck. He leaped sideways to the right, and his figure rolled over the top of a pasty grey form and they were thrown down a slope. As the darker wolf bit down on the grey wolf's neck, the smaller of the two squealed and a long, slow breath escaped it's mouth for one last time. Everything was still. Rasp lapped at the small, neat wound he had left on the grey wolf's neck, so much so that no blood could be seen. As if the wolf wasn't even dead. A sly, sharp smile snuck onto the brute's face as he simply uttered the word, 'Trespasser.'
The dark wolf tugged at his kill's ruff, dragging it back to the den. Raiden would be pleased; another rogue dead. 'If you can't beat them, join them.' As the saying goes. And there's certainly no-one who can beat Midnight Sun, so if you are stubborn enough to refuse to join, you're days are numbered.
{Three Years Old - Hunter - Fae - Midnight Sun - Nova}
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Nova's throat was dry. She had been awake for a couple of hours now, but was almost too ashamed to lift her head. Recently she'd lost the position of Lead Hunter, and the defeat had saddened her greatly. She felt as if she had lost her ferocity, and that maybe she may even be going soft. Still, she had not claimed such a bad rank; average 'hunter' was not so bad. Urgh, but she'd have to follow orders. From another wolf. She'd rather become a rogue.
Standing on her sturdy legs, she shook her coat, removing it of all dirt and debris. It appeared that before she had laid her head down to sleep last night, she had wandered off from the pack den. Knocking back her head, she let out a long howl to find out where her pack was.
{Two Years Old - Omega - Brute - Solar Moon - Mettam}
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The sun warmed his belly as he rolled onto his back. His legs stretched and his toes shivered as he flexed his claws. The young male yawned and a long thin squeal came out with it. His fur waved in the morning breeze, and a hazy warmth cushioned his paw-pads on the dewy grass. 'Ah, it's a nice day isn't it guys.' Mettam said, rolling back over and steadying himself on his shaky morning legs. His statement seemed a little odd, since he was alone, stood underneath a large apple tree, however his sentence was accompanied by the whistles and tweets of young bluebirds. His calm eyes stared up at the nest. The mother had just returned and was preening her babies' new, spine-like feathers.
Oh how he wished his mother was still here... And his father. His all powerful father. Oh how he misses his parents.
