~Tempest~ Original Story by ME!

This is the story of Storm, my RWTP character. It follows the story of his life from before he was born to wherever I am in the RP by the time I finish the story. This story is based on the Run With The Pack~ A Wolf RP and ~Run With The Pack II~ A Wolf RP threads. (Link is in my siggy)

Chapter One: Thrush



Thrush yawned as she trotted along the trail of an old scent. It was not ancient; she hoped it would lead her to a newer scent of prey.
“Hey, Thrush!”
Thrush wheeled around, her nose quivering as she detected another wolf from her pack. Her golden eyes focused on a dark, soot-colored he-wolf with his tail raised in excitement. “Oh,” she drawled, “Hey Soot. Didn’t smell you back there. Catch anything yet?”
Soot shook his head, his gray ears drooping. “But I found you! You’re…um…looking…good. Considering the problems we’ve been having lately, I guess. If you’re going after big game or—or, um…”
She smiled as he bumped into her gray and dust-colored side. “Thanks,” she said, “But I think I’m better off going after the rabbits we scented earlier.”
“Um…yeah, go do that…”
She watched her friend stumble like his paws were made of rock. It was obvious to her Soot liked her way more than any other member of Emeraldpack did, but she couldn’t drag up the same feelings for him from her heart.
Maybe he’s not the he-wolf for me, the she-wolf thought with a sigh, But who is? Autumn…yeah, I’ll wait for then. Maybe my instincts will tell me which wolf is the guy. They have to!
She shoved her nose to the ground again. Hope flashed in her eyes like a spark of forest fire when the slightest smell of a new rabbit passed by her face.
“Perfect,” Thrush murmured with a slight smirk. She stepped forward carefully, every movement designed to make an impossibly slight sound.
She was a well-built wolf. Her ribs could be detected through her ragged pelt but not seen. A few thin scars ran down her back, but the unsightly marks of battle never distracted any other wolf from her beauty. Soft, golden eyes surveyed the forest with determination and almost cruel desire of a true apex predator.
There. Thrush’s ears swiveled to the left as the smallest sound hit them. Her back legs tensed, eager to begin the race of hunter and hunted.
Suddenly, two wolves burst out from the bushes behind the rabbit. The brown creature fled. Its frightened eyes were the only thing Thrush saw before its puff-like tail disappeared from her sight with her hopes of eating.
“What was that for?” she snarled, glaring at the white wolf that stood near her shadow.
The white wolf, Snow, bared her teeth. “We killed a lone wolf near the southern scent post! Honestly, Thrush, stop acting like your alpha of Emeraldpack.”
Thrush growled deep in her throat. “One failed attempt will never deter me! Winter will one day—“
“Thrush!” cried the gray male that had arrived with Snow. “Where are Winter and Sky?”
Thrush’s tail swished, but her hackles smoothed out as she turned to Mists. “I think they’re still back at the dens. Winter might have gone out hunting for elk a while ago, though.”
Snow nodded. “We have to get them over to the border soon. If any of the other packs catch us with an enemy scent and none of the alphas’ to cover it up…well, our troubles with Pinepack are far from over.”
The brown she-wolf beside her sighed. “I hope you two will catch enough for me to eat too. You both owe me for the rabbit you made me loose.
Mists glared at her. “If you want to organize the pack hunt, go ahead, Thrush.”
She sniffed and spun around. “It’s too early to hunt, anyway. I’m going to go get a drink at the Stonepack border.”
Snow studied her and remarked, “There was a skirmish there with Lark and Willow a month ago. It might be too much of a risk to stray so close to their scent posts.”
Thrush paused and smiled. “There’s no such thing as ‘too much of a risk’ only too much of a pup to take one.”

Chapter Two: Snow



Snow scowled as she watched Thrush lope off with her tail raised.
“Mark these words,” she muttered to Mists like a snake about to inject venom, “That wolf will one day get the beating she deserves. Why would she even want to replace Winter anyway.”
Mists sidled closer to the bone-colored wolf. “A six year old can’t lead the pack for long, Snow. Your parents do their bests, but they can only keep control of the pack for so long. I’d rather have Thrush rule with someone than have chaos in Emeraldpack.”
Snow sneered. “Emeraldpack turned chaotic long ago. The last thing we need is a hare-brained fool like her for an alpha wolf.”
The gray he-wolf turned and started back for the denning site. His tail twitched slightly with annoyance as he slunk along the earth. Snow watched soundlessly, knowing the younger wolf wouldn’t dare speak to the current beta like that. “We’ll see what Stream will have to say about his words later.”
Snow sighed after he faded from sight and put her dark nose to the air to sniff for prey. Her ragged white fur was stained with strips of mud and blood from a fight a week ago. Her golden eyes narrowed as she smelled Pinepack dangerously close to the scent posts.
“Odd,” she muttered to herself. Snow smiled, a war was just what she needed. Thrush, was right, Winter and her father were growing old. But if her plan succeeded, Thrush would not rule.
“Snow, alpha of Emeraldpack,” she mused, “How pleasant that future would be.”
Better than her past, to say the least was this future so bright and bloody

Next installment please!!!!

Oh, and can you give me some background on the RPs?

Aw, I love the fact that the mother is telling this story to her pup! I never even thought of that!!!

earlybird10842 said:

Oh, and can you give me some background on the RPs?

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Well, in the beginning there are four wolf packs: Emeraldpack, Stonepack, Pinepack, and Darkpack. Darkpack was a pack formed by the heir of Nox, a wolf driven from the territories because he tried to take control of one of the packs. Eventually the pack became very well established and took a ton of territory for itself. But before the RP there are only three and Pinepack had expanded into what is now Darkpack's territory.

so whyy is pinepack unstabele?? Whos the good guy/ bad guys here??

earlybird10842 said:

so whyy is pinepack unstabele?? Whos the good guy/ bad guys here??

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Darkpack is pretty much the bad guys. (The name wasn't very original on my part.) Around the beginning Pinepack and Emeraldpack had an argument over some land both of them claimed.

MOREMOREMORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Chapter Three: Thrush



Thrush let herself relax as she stuck her muzzle into the rippling water of the stream. A few silver fish darted past her, their scales shining in the light that made its way into the water.
She paused as a rustling sound startled her. Thrush lifted her head and cautiously peered into the shadowy bushes the noise had come from. Her ears flicked back as the sound of leaves moving came closer. Her tail swished a few times before she thrust her muzzle into the darkness and snarled, "Where are you? WHO ARE YOU?"
Two nervous green and gold eyes met her bitter ones. A little nose much smaller than hers followed. The branches parted, revealing a young, black wolf pup with wide and frightened eyes. Thrush's ears stuck up as she came closer. The little wolf whimpered and curled her tail underneath her. "S-s-sorry...Is this r-river y-y-yours?"
The two wolves looked at each other for a few more seconds. "Sort of..." Thrush said, "Which pack are your parents from?"
The he-pup's eyes became sad. "They weren't part of one. My father died and my mother traveled here."
She smiled. Emeraldpack rarely accepted members, but she had a feeling the alphas would accept another wolf to help with the hunt. "Well," she suggested softly, "You could try coming to my pack."
"W-what?!" he looked at her in surprise. "B-but my m-mother said the packs would kill us if w-we come too close!"
"They won't if they smell my scent with yours," Thrush replied, "Where's your mom?"
"West of the mountain pack's land. She was always warning me about them," the he-wolf yipped.
Thrush nodded. "Ah, Stonepack. Can you take me to her?"
"This way."
The pup trotted past her, leaving no choice for Thrush but to follow or refuse helping him. They walked past the western scent posts of Stonepack. Thrush bristled instinctively as she came so close to a rival groups markings. The little pup didn't seem to care. He's too young to know how harsh this world is, she thought. Indeed, the pup couldn't have been more than three months old. His cheerful manner of skipping forward was very different from Thrush's cautious slink.
"Night?" a voice called from the cave the pup had stopped at.
"Mother!" he cried happily.
A dusky furred she-wolf stepped out of the makeshift den. The moment she spotted and scented Thrush her fur bristled menacingly. "Who is this?" she snarled.
"I'm Thrush," Thrush replied quickly, "I met your pup by the river. I was thinking of having you two join my pack."
The she-wolf's hackles raised. With her eyes burning she exclaimed, "I'LL NEVER FOLLOW YOUR PACK!"
The pup's jaw dropped. "B-but why m-mom? She said they could help us!"
Thrush backed away from the she-wolf, who was swiftly advancing. "This wolf's beta," the pup's mother growled, "Killed your father."
"I didn't know!" Thrush cried. "Honestly, I didn't know! I never knew the lone wolf had a--"
"A family? His own small pack?" The Mother eyed her with rage. "Well he DID. And one day, pack-wolf, you WILL know what this is to me and Night."
"I never--"
The dark wolf wheeled around, forcing her pup to follow her with her paw. "You'll loose everything, you hare-brained fool. One day YOUR pack will suffer like my small one did and you'll discover how hard it is."
Thrush's hackles bristled. "I could kill you."
"Go ahead," the she-wolf said darkly, "But fate will always kill you in the end."
Thrush watched them, her face full of anger and confusion, as the mother and pup stalked away from a life they could have had.
"Fools," she spat "Wise and crazy fools."