~Tempest~ Original Story by ME!

[iluvorpingtons]

Now I want to start a story...

I would read it if you started it!

 

[earlybird10842]

Quote: I did. Should be under my profile--no idea if it's any good or not.

 

[iluvorpingtons]

Chapter Seven: Tempest

One week. Tempest had been with Emeraldpack for one week and he could already tell some of the pack members didn't want him there. There was that wolf Snow and him--mostly Snow--had kicked out of his den, Grass, who kept glowering at him like that was all he did on his spare time. A few lower wolves he had been half-forced to gain control over acted like he was a piece of dirt on their faces, and the alphas had obviously already labeled him as a young rival.
The worst of it was Thrush. Snow had told him the she-wolf's name reluctantly when he had asked her. According to Snow she was even more proud, impulsive, and arrogant than she had seemed. Despite his own protests, Tempest couldn't help thinking of those things when he looked at Snow and the wolf she had described to him. Something about Snow had been...off when she talked about Thrush. Her ears seemed to flatten and the twin fires she had for eyes darkened as she did.
Tempest couldn't stop thinking about both of them. Constantly. He hadn't eaten in two days since the pack had no big hunts and he was too distracted to hunt on his own. Every time Thrush shot him a dirty look he just turned away and ignored it. Tempest wandered around during most of the time he could have spent hunting, thinking of ways he could make peace with both she-wolves.
Snow loped up to him one morning, her steps high with pride. "Eat," she commanded and set down a young rabbit.
"I'm...I'm fine." He turned away, wondering why she was always telling him to.
"No. Now do it." Snow's tails twitched. "You're not going to stand another fight with so little food and so many wounds."
"Maybe I don't want to get into another fight." He turned to the left again as she tried to stare into his face.
"It's inevitable," Snow snapped, "I won't let you get killed."
He stood up, his ears flat against his head. "I'll catch something, okay? Just leave me alone for a second."
She looked at him with a hint of annoyance. "...All right. But I want to SEE you eat it."
Tempest watched as she padded away, leaving the rabbit beside him. He seized the dead creature in his teeth like an enemies scruff and started to dig. Tempest didn't stop until he felt the hole was big enough for no one to take much notice and buried the rabbit near his den. Feeling a little content with the stored food he could eat later, he steeled his nerves and began to search for Thrush.
He didn't bother to ask anyone else. They probably wouldn't care about who he was looking for. Tempest didn't care about most of the pack. It was the feeling he appreciated, the feeling of being part of something bigger than one life and one stupid drive to keep going. He had to be better than that.
Tempest spotted her pale brown pelt slipping back into the denning site. He had expected his heart to flutter or something like that, but instead he suddenly felt very awkward and shy. It couldn't be walking towards her but...he was.
"H-h-hi..." he started to say.
Thrush turned to stare at him in an unfriendly way. The fish in her mouth fell to the ground as she bared her teeth. "It's mine. You can catch your own."
He started to back away. "No...I didn't want the fish...I just...um..."
Her eyes were cold and unmerciful. "Well? More complaints about how this isn't some puppy play group?"
"I wanted to know about...Snow, Thrush!" he snapped, his eyes flashing.
"What about her?" Thrush asked, suddenly curious as well as hostile.
"She...she hates you, it's pretty obvious." His voice wavered as her eyes narrowed and she nodded. "I wanted to know...why."
Thrush paused, putting one of her paws on her fish as if she suspected him of trying to steal it. "It's none of your business. But...well, it's all because of Winter." She leaned forward, her voice growing quiet as death. "We both want to replace her. I'm not saying the whole pack knows, but some of the wolves who found out are taking sides. Last count I did told me she has more supporters. Half of the pack is still siding with Winter and Sky, plus none of us have mates yet. If one of us is going to rule the pack, the other has to give up."
Thrush smiled at Tempest's surprised look. "You're dumber than I thought. You really didn't realize a fourth of the pack hates you for siding with her?"
"I never sided with any wolves!" He protested.
She grunted. "Spending half of your time awake with her isn't exactly announcing you're declaring war on Snow."
"You mean she's using me?" Tempest asked.
Thrush shrugged. "The wolf was never desperate for friends, but we all get...crushed at a time in our lives."
The she-wolf snickered at her own remark and left Tempest before he could say anything back to her.

 

[SilkiesForEver]

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[earlybird10842]

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[Clubber1234]

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