Feral Spirit

CH 1: Why Call Us Dudu's?

This is just a test for this story, I only have 5 chapters done on it but I'm writing more, I wanna see if people like this first chapter and if you guys do then Imma keeping it up (Or I might take it down, I don't know yet) until it is done. So I'd like to know what everyone thinks of it :) That is all. Enjoy. (Also my first story without Mr.Editor :P)

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I sat in Cat form in the dueling area just outside of Stormwind city, observing everyone duel and rage around me. I was just waiting for someone to come up and request a duel, but so far, no one seemed to be interested in dueling a Feral Druid, so I continued to sit with eyes narrow, full of apathy.

My fur was a grayish white colour, that was usually bright white when in the rain, with light blue markings that went over my eyes and shoulder blades. In Cat form I wore two bracelets on my two front legs that were black with glowing yellow lines on them; around my neck was a necklace that had three stripes of fabric that hung down with a glowing yellow ball on the end of each of them.

I flopped my ears back as I tried to listen intently to the people talking around me; some were caviling that the Horde were planning on striking another Raid on us again and others were talking about heading to Orgrimmar and raiding them.

'Another Raid to Orgrimmar? That would be fun, always great to go there to mess with them.' Orgrimmar was the primary place of the Horde, their leader, WarChief Thrall, was the ruler of Durotar and lives in Orgrimmar.

The Alliance had sent several raids to try and kill him, some got close, but most barely made it out. The Horde had gotten close to killing our King of Stormwind, King Varian Wyrnn, as well but none had achieved victory.

Suddenly I heard low rumbling come from behind. I whirled around but I wasn't fast enough, my eyes shut as the impact hit me, I was slammed to the ground and momentarily stunned.

"Too fast for you, huh?" The deep voice was recognizable.

I slowly opened my eyes to see my good friend and loyal companion, Galan, over me. I growled at him lightheartedly and knocked him off. "I was thinking." I countered.

Galan was a Worgen Druid. Unlike me, his Cat form didn't have markings going over the eyes but he had a green moon shape on his shoulder with a circle just top of it, like mine. Around his neck was a redish brown collar with purple spikes, he had two bracelets with the same design on his wrists. Where his elbow would be he had another redish brown cloth around it, he had a similar cloth where his knee would be too.

Galan raised his head, proud, and then bared his teeth playfully as he pounced. I was slammed to the ground again, "You were thinking that time too?"

"Are you trying to request a duel?" I bit at his yellowish brown fur and then at his black lion-like mane.

Galan jumped back quickly to try and dodge my bite. He got low to the ground in his prowl position. "Requesting to duel." He said grinning at me.

"Duel accepted." I instantly dropped into prowl and turned invisible. That was a Druids specialty, being able to cloak and not be seen by nearby enemies. We waited three seconds before we started to search for each other.

Sometimes we'd be able to see the shimmer of the other cloaked Druid when they got close enough, other times you could feel them brush against your own fur; when one of those moments happened, that's when you strike.

It was about two minutes of wandering when I suddenly saw the air around me shimmer and immediately, with a sharp growl, pounced in the direction I saw it from. Galan uncloaked as I bashed him to the ground and raked at his fur, leaving long claw marks by his thigh.