The five Warrior Clans are going extinct. Gatherings and Moonpool visits are inacessable, with leaders falling left and right. The lake territories are being wiped out to the brink of extinction by new, large predators that have migrated into their...
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The two wolves had been snapping valiantly for her neck. Now they looked confused. They couldn't just leap over or around as if she were a troublesome rock anymore.
Crescentsky was disoriented as well. The change had happened so fast. Being in such a sizeable body wasn't easy to adjust to.
But she could see and feel just fine, so she planted her hefty paws and looked at the two wolves.
"Get out," the Riverclan warrior said in her wolfish voice, which rumbled and vibrated deep in her chest. The two didn't respond.
Had they understood her or not? One of them moved to peer around her shoulder, while the other turned its muzzle to the side as if bored.
Had they even noticed the transformation? They must have.
So could they not understand it, or did they just not care?
Surely I smell different than they do. Their scents were overpowering and dank, pure canine and predator-ish.
Maybe I could show them rather than tell them that this is my clan's territory.
Crescentsky's heart fluttered apprehensively, as she realized that she had no idea what she was doing.
Tinyflame was waiting for something to happen as well, it seemed. Behind Crescentsky, she was partly submerged in the overcast shadow of an elm tree with creeping ivy. Her haunches were pressed against the earth uncertainly, and she looked as small as a squirrel.
When the wolf who'd been looking around her shoulder side-stepped in order to get to Tinyflame, Crescentsky shoved back hard.
She was met with a deep-throated growl. It vibrated from the wolf's throat to his abdomen, so that she nearly flinched back from the formidable volume of it.
You're not touching my sister or my clanmates! I don't care how skinny you are. Just leave and go hunt a rabbit!
The two wolves showed their teeth, and lifted their tails higher. She knew what that meant.
They're threatening me. I can do that too, though. Crescentsky tried to growl with the rumbling reverberation that a throaty wolf growl held. But it felt so strange and vibratory that she cut it off partway.
To them, it probably seemed as if she were guarding her own prey. She nearly shuddered, repulsed.
Then Crescentsky showed her wolf teeth, and was shocked by how much air streamed against her gums. There was so much sheer surface on her muzzle now. Her fangs were long and gleaming, curvy and white as a crescent moon. Her velvety wolf muzzle stretched more than twice as long, so that she could fit her entire mouth across a cat's back.
