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Obsidian's pack life part 5Obsidian wanted to run but what is that going to show the other wolves? After a little bit, a wolf that had a scared muzzle and ripped fur in muliple places, a ruffled golden coat and fierce yellow eyes turned to Obsidian, and sure enough by him was that omega that Obsidian faced. The golden pelted wolf was Bladen. BonePacks leader. He smelled even worse then the omega. Obsidian sneezed to get that horrid stench from his nostrils. "obsidian, nice to see you here. I just came to chat with your leader." obsidian snorted in disbelief. " a chat with your whole pack with you? I don't find you want only a chat.., but a cold blooded battle!" the wolves behind Obsidian began to tense their muscles and snarl showing their fangs. Snagtooth stood by Obsidian's side. Bladen gave a little snort of laughter. "Why, how smar t of You Obsdian. In result of fighting and injuring my omega when that's MY packs job! Not yours!" Snagtooth couldn't help but blurt out his words. "WELL YOUR OMEGA WAS IN OUR TE
Obsdian's pack life part 4Obsidain sighed. Why do wolves have to be so senseless like a blind rabbit? Blackstorm sighed too, but knowing how smart Obsidian is he knew this would be no trouble to him. Obsidian walked up to a group of wolves barking and yapping at each other in argument. Obsidian gave a bark for their attention, which the group of wolves stopped. " What the fox dung is going on here? Surely we are not arguing? You all know better. Tell me the problem." A grey wolf with two fangs poking out of his mouth a bit walked up to Obsidian. " Gooldenheart is yapping about that he should lead this hunting patrol!!" the grey wolf complained. Obsidian frowned at this pointless argument, they were wasting daylight! "Snagtooth, you know that I am the one leading the patrol, no one is suppose to put them self in charge unless it's nesseccary. BUT, THIS IS A POINTLESS ARGUMENT!!! GET YOU FUZZY BUTT OUT OF CAMP AND WAIT UNTILL I COME AND LEAD THE PATROL!!!" without a single yip of protest all the wolves
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Obsidian's pack life part 3Zee nodded, and looked at the sky, not single scrap of cloud. Obsian cleared his throat and began to tell him his news. Zee shot his head to like at Obsidain with his eyes like cold shards of ice. " AND YOU LET THAT SCRAP OF FUR GET AWAY?!" Obsian didn't even flinch at Zee's words now the cold stare he gave him, he calmly nodded. Zee relaxed and let out a sigh. "Obsiaian, excuse my behavior, you did the right thing. I never expected you to kill. I respect that, just next time, bring the wolf to me. " Obsidian nodded. A black wolf walked up to Obsidian, his pelt was nicely groomed, his blue eyes made him a handsome wolf. His name, Blackstorm, Cassidy's brother. He is a Bulky wolf, but Obsidian was a little bit more bulky. " Obsidian, will you help me lead the next hunting party? Wolves are starting to move out of order."
Obsidain's pack life part 2Obsidian reached his camp in the open field surrounded by trees. Wolves were coming in and out of camp. While Obsodian looked around for his mate, Cassidy. He spotted the pink and grey she wolf basking in the warm sun until snow pelt arrived and wolves will live in the bitter cold. obsidian walked up to his mate and said, "so, how is it going? Camp doing fine while I was gone?" Cassidy looked up at her mate and nuzzled him and said, " yes, the camp is working in perfect order. Obsodian smiled. "where's Breeze? " Obsodian looked around the camp, soon to see his daughter playing with a few other pups by the elder's den.Breeze looked up to see her father had returned from his patrol and ran to him in great joy. "Hay dad! Did your patrol go well?" Obsidain looked at his daughter with great pride, here White and blue pelt groomed but a little ruffeled up by the play fighting with the pack pups. Obsidian bent down and began to groom his daughter until her fur
Obsidian's Pack lifeObsidian looked out into the woods. He smelled an unfamiliar scent in his territory... Hes Red and white pelt was ragged and his eyes were stone as he looked around. Obsidian was deputy of his pack, and he served it well and not one wolf questions him not even the pack leader. He is the most popular around the pack. Even other packs. Obsidian began to go in a hunters crouch and stalked up to a near by bush that reeked of rotten deer meat. This wolf Had to be in Bone pack, but why in his packs territory? This is Arctic pack's territory, with his instincts kicked in and pounced into the bush, and pinning a wolf down. He smelled HORRIBLE, he reeked as if he rolled in Deer dung and rolled in rotten deer meat. But Obsidian wasn't gonna let this one slip away, no, he was going to KILL this wolf if he had to...
"OH..uh.. hi Obsidian, long time no see eh..?" This wolf was grey with ragged torn fur, his yellow eyes wide with fear and surprise. He was shaken to the skin.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN O
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
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