Thomas
{Rank} Hunter
{Age} Six years
{Location} Camp/forest
{Tags} Open
{Gender} Male
{Mate/Crush} None
A distinct feeling of dread clouds my stomach. I woke up late. With my tail between my legs, I scurry out of my den towards the kill pile. I feel even worse when I see how low it is. No one is in sight. My nose twitches as I sniff for the most recent scent I can find. The smell of camp is too overwhelming, so I can't make anything out. I pad towards the exit, peering quietly into the forest. My eyes dart back and forth, but I still see nothing. I quickly scamper out into the forest, hoping to bump into someone. The sounds and shapes frighten me, and I jump at the slightest movement. I can almost hear my heart beating.
Cerberus
{Rank} Lead Warrior
{Age} Eight years
{Location} Camp
{Tags} Open
{Gender} Male
{Mate/Crush} None
I let out a loud yawn and groggily look around camp.
"Stupid." I mumble under my breath when I see the kill pile. My claws dig into the dirt as I stretch, and I accidentally kick my brother. He groans and rolls over.
"Stupid." I mumble again in a low growl. I slowly pad out of the den and look around once again. The whole place is run by idiots. My fur stands on end when I think about it. I'm the oldest. I'm the strongest. I'm the biggest. I should be alpha. Life just isn't fair. I sit down and nibble my side, trying to get rid of my itches. I take a deep breath and listen to the quiet sounds of the morning birds chirping; a detail easily missed. While most wolves see my rugged outside, none know the poetic, soft inside that I constantly try to hide. I'm not ashamed of it, I just wasn't raised that way. Feelings mean weakness, and weakness is not power. Right now, power is all I want.
Ire
{Rank} Warrior
{Age} Eight years
{Location} Camp/forest
{Tags} Open
{Gender} Male
{Mate/Crush} None
I listen to my brother exit the den quietly. I have been awake for hours. I just don't want to face him. Getting up just means another day of cruelty that I don't want in my life. I crack open my eyes to see Cerberus sitting alone at the center of camp. My thoughts race. I've already 'slept in' for so long, and I cannot wait him out any more. Maybe I can try to slink out of camp? His eyes are closed, so I might be able to speed by. I get up slowly, keeping my stomach close to the ground. My fur on my stomach brushes agains the ground as I creep out of the den and out of camp.