= F A W N F O O T =
sex; male age; 62 moons rank; warrior breed; shepherd mongrel location; leaving camp tags; open!
Fawnfoot wagged his tail, pleased with the new addition to the warriors of shadow pack. Snowstorm would make a fine young warrior, he was sure of it. Of course, that would be another dog in the warrior's den to hear his pitiful whimpers and whines when his nightmares came while he slept. With luck, Dawnpaw's poppy seeds would help him sleep well and every other dog won't have to deal with his cries. The thought of his nightmares threw Fawnfoot into a sort of depression. His mind began to swirl as he relived the experiences that came back so vividly in his dreams. Quickly, the shepherd warrior got to his feet and made his way out of camp at a trot. Heart thumping so loudly he could feel it in his ears, Fawnfoot broke into a run out of the camp. Where was he going? He had no idea. Anywhere. Somewhere quiet. Barely able to breathe as he ran and panted with anxiety, Fawnfoot felt like the forest was beginning to close in on him. The shadows grew darker and darker around him until his breathing was so labored that he had to stop. Something's chasing me I can feel it, he thought to himself although he knew it was only the anxiety talking. He stood legs shaking underneath him and breaths ragged as he attempted to calm himself. Despite all of Fawnfoot's best efforts to avoid the thoughts of his nightmares, he was launched into a memory he had tried to bury so deeply.
Leafbare had just come. The first round of dropping temperatures froze Fawnpup and his siblings to the bone. No matter how much they huddled together, they could find no warmth from their small bodies nor their mother. Only a few weeks old, Fawnpup could only barely make out his surroundings. Sights and scents and sounds around him were all so unfamiliar. The quietest of his siblings, Fawnpup wobbled his way toward the entrance of the nursing den. The sun couldn't even pierce through the thick clouds hanging low in the sky and the ground was covered in crunchy white stuff. It burnt his tiny paws to be in the white stuff. He felt frigid all the way down to the tip of his tail. The outside world was so interesting though. His first time ever being outside the den and he was all alone to see the beautiful trees and clouds before him. Until a shadow passed over the sky ahead of him. A piercing call made Fawnpup wince and lower his belly to the ground, tail tucked. In a flash, dogs were barking at him and something cold and sharp grabbed him. It pierced his belly and his leg as it lifted him into the sky. Wailing and wiggling, the little pup's heart pounded in his chest. What was happening? Where was this thing taking him? The creature carrying him, took a sharp dive down and cawed again, this time far more angry. Fawnpup turned to see a dog grabbing hold of the feathered animal that held the puppy in its talons. It quickly released Fawnpup and wriggled free of the dog holding its wing. The creature shot into the sky and circled the camp, eyeing Fawnpup closely. The poor pup lay on the ground, frozen and terrified. His mother came rushing out to get him, snapping onto his scruff and rushing his bleeding little body to the medicine dog den.
Fawnfoot collapsed, landing on a few twigs but he didn't notice. His body felt numb and his eyes couldn't focus. Head swimming with exhaustion and confusion, he lay there shaking for what seemed like hours. Chest lifting and falling rapidly, Fawnfoot's breathing was slowly beginning to balance out. Good thing he had left camp and nobody had to see him this way.
sex; male age; 62 moons rank; warrior breed; shepherd mongrel location; leaving camp tags; open!
Fawnfoot wagged his tail, pleased with the new addition to the warriors of shadow pack. Snowstorm would make a fine young warrior, he was sure of it. Of course, that would be another dog in the warrior's den to hear his pitiful whimpers and whines when his nightmares came while he slept. With luck, Dawnpaw's poppy seeds would help him sleep well and every other dog won't have to deal with his cries. The thought of his nightmares threw Fawnfoot into a sort of depression. His mind began to swirl as he relived the experiences that came back so vividly in his dreams. Quickly, the shepherd warrior got to his feet and made his way out of camp at a trot. Heart thumping so loudly he could feel it in his ears, Fawnfoot broke into a run out of the camp. Where was he going? He had no idea. Anywhere. Somewhere quiet. Barely able to breathe as he ran and panted with anxiety, Fawnfoot felt like the forest was beginning to close in on him. The shadows grew darker and darker around him until his breathing was so labored that he had to stop. Something's chasing me I can feel it, he thought to himself although he knew it was only the anxiety talking. He stood legs shaking underneath him and breaths ragged as he attempted to calm himself. Despite all of Fawnfoot's best efforts to avoid the thoughts of his nightmares, he was launched into a memory he had tried to bury so deeply.
Leafbare had just come. The first round of dropping temperatures froze Fawnpup and his siblings to the bone. No matter how much they huddled together, they could find no warmth from their small bodies nor their mother. Only a few weeks old, Fawnpup could only barely make out his surroundings. Sights and scents and sounds around him were all so unfamiliar. The quietest of his siblings, Fawnpup wobbled his way toward the entrance of the nursing den. The sun couldn't even pierce through the thick clouds hanging low in the sky and the ground was covered in crunchy white stuff. It burnt his tiny paws to be in the white stuff. He felt frigid all the way down to the tip of his tail. The outside world was so interesting though. His first time ever being outside the den and he was all alone to see the beautiful trees and clouds before him. Until a shadow passed over the sky ahead of him. A piercing call made Fawnpup wince and lower his belly to the ground, tail tucked. In a flash, dogs were barking at him and something cold and sharp grabbed him. It pierced his belly and his leg as it lifted him into the sky. Wailing and wiggling, the little pup's heart pounded in his chest. What was happening? Where was this thing taking him? The creature carrying him, took a sharp dive down and cawed again, this time far more angry. Fawnpup turned to see a dog grabbing hold of the feathered animal that held the puppy in its talons. It quickly released Fawnpup and wriggled free of the dog holding its wing. The creature shot into the sky and circled the camp, eyeing Fawnpup closely. The poor pup lay on the ground, frozen and terrified. His mother came rushing out to get him, snapping onto his scruff and rushing his bleeding little body to the medicine dog den.
Fawnfoot collapsed, landing on a few twigs but he didn't notice. His body felt numb and his eyes couldn't focus. Head swimming with exhaustion and confusion, he lay there shaking for what seemed like hours. Chest lifting and falling rapidly, Fawnfoot's breathing was slowly beginning to balance out. Good thing he had left camp and nobody had to see him this way.
