Post by sparta on Apr 16, 2012 15:34:18 GMT -6
Shadow was a simple pup. Infact her real name was not actually Shadow. Her mother gave her the name Rivka. As she grew up she ventured into the real life of a wolf. Living with a pack and protecting it with his/her life.
Around her early teens, a war started. One between the wolves, and lions. They fought over everything. Mainly territory. Life was hard and everything was diffrent now that she and her brother were on there own. There mother, Moth, abandon them when they were younger.
There fur was always ragged, never having time to clean up. Always running from enemys. Voice and Rivka eventually went off to join the fight, tired of getting attacked. Voice fought, and lost his vision. While I, 'Rivka', took care of the wounded. Soon the war was over and a compromise came.
After the war Voice and 'Rivka' split up, going there seperate ways. Voice went off to explore the world and learn new tactics. While I went off to find a new life. After a year of lone hunting, I ran into my family pack. The Mercs. They helped the cats in the forests, and never backed down. Perfect for her. The wolves were nice and the cats were aggresive at first but grew to like, and accept her.
Life could not be more perfect. After being in the pack for a couple years, she fell in love with the packs leader, Spectre. A couple months later she had 3 pups. Jazz, Lost voice, and Daisy. She still happily lives with the pack and the cats in the forest. Fighting against the enemys and twolegs.
While chasing a deer for her pack she was captured and tourtured by the humans. Her fur, once black was turned white and had few black markings. She was beated infront of a pack member. Arma, and starved until Ragged came along. Ragged, a rouge cat, wondered into the city and saw what we were going through. He broke us free and we escaped back into the forest. Shadow now has some damage both phisical and mental. Arma just mental. She now awaits her pack in the duskclan camp, feeling thats the only safe place.
Around her early teens, a war started. One between the wolves, and lions. They fought over everything. Mainly territory. Life was hard and everything was diffrent now that she and her brother were on there own. There mother, Moth, abandon them when they were younger.
There fur was always ragged, never having time to clean up. Always running from enemys. Voice and Rivka eventually went off to join the fight, tired of getting attacked. Voice fought, and lost his vision. While I, 'Rivka', took care of the wounded. Soon the war was over and a compromise came.
After the war Voice and 'Rivka' split up, going there seperate ways. Voice went off to explore the world and learn new tactics. While I went off to find a new life. After a year of lone hunting, I ran into my family pack. The Mercs. They helped the cats in the forests, and never backed down. Perfect for her. The wolves were nice and the cats were aggresive at first but grew to like, and accept her.
Life could not be more perfect. After being in the pack for a couple years, she fell in love with the packs leader, Spectre. A couple months later she had 3 pups. Jazz, Lost voice, and Daisy. She still happily lives with the pack and the cats in the forest. Fighting against the enemys and twolegs.
While chasing a deer for her pack she was captured and tourtured by the humans. Her fur, once black was turned white and had few black markings. She was beated infront of a pack member. Arma, and starved until Ragged came along. Ragged, a rouge cat, wondered into the city and saw what we were going through. He broke us free and we escaped back into the forest. Shadow now has some damage both phisical and mental. Arma just mental. She now awaits her pack in the duskclan camp, feeling thats the only safe place.
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