Blizzard jumped up a few rocks as he reached the top of the cliff side. He sniffed the air, there was a sent. He looked around for the wolf he saw, there was nothing but snow and trees to see. He followed the sent for a while. It seamed to go in a very zigzagy pattern, Blizzard thought for a while as he sat by a tree. He thought back to the lessons his father had given him about the other clans.
He remember his father saying, The Fire clan, when spotted will retreat and run in a unstraight line. Follow the sent carefully. BLIZZARD ARE YO-" he winced and naturally made his body smaller by lowering himself to the ground. His father had beat him for not listening to him. He pushed the memory out of his mind. *snap* Blizzard wiped his neck around but he was to slow. A redish blur stuck Blizzard. He was pinned to the ground, small paws pressed against his chest. He opened his eyes slowly,a pink eyed, grey and green she wolf.
"Why are you following me!" she said her teeth showing. blizzard gazed away a strange feeling creeping towards his heart.
"Well, you were on our territory..." Blizzard said tucking in his tail and folding back his ears, entering a submissive look.
She made a surprised face, "Oh well oops hehe..." she got off him and lifted her chin high. Blizzard slowly rose and backed up a little. he stared into her eyes, they were so pretty. he stopped himself, his father would never aprove so he lowered the flame burning in his heart.
She noticed and tilted her head, "Whats wrong with you?"
He still looked at the ground, "Nothing important, anyways whats your name." he said a bit rough.
The she wolf twitched a little but then said quitely,"Torch...whats yours?"
"Blizzard, what were you doing out here on Axepaws territory?"
"Hmf, I was just looking for a wolf.."
"Who?" Blizzard said standing witch made Torch back a little away.
"I was-" Torch wiped around fur standing on edge and pupils shrunk. A turquoise wolf appeared from within the crowd of surrounding trees. it was Axepaw. He had an angry expression on his face. His eyes moved slowly from Torch to Blizzard. Blizzard only lay on the ground, eyes looking at the snow.
Sorry this one was pretty short, I have been busy!
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The Changing Moon
FantasyBlizzard was never good with other wolves, ever since he was born he just wanted to be free alone, and loved. However being the first born, Blizzard has to live up to his fathers expectations. All of his old personality traits will not fit the bill...
