đșWolfie Writesđș
Iâm an aspiring author who loves writing about wolves and animals! I hope you like my stories.
đșWolfie Writesđș
Iâm an aspiring author who loves writing about wolves and animals! I hope you like my stories.
Iâm an aspiring author who loves writing about wolves and animals! I hope you like my stories.
Iâm an aspiring author who loves writing about wolves and animals! I hope you like my stories.
âHunt down the traitor, and bring them back to me alive.â Snarled Hallowbound, fixing Mouseclaw with his sharp gaze. âYes, Hallowbound.â Stuttered Mouseclaw, as she sprinted out the chamber. In the tunnel, there was intricate claw marks, woven by time itself, and her footfalls echoed around the tunnel. She sighed, why did Hallowbound have to be so bossy? She blinked as sunlight filtered through the entrance, and bounded out, and shook herself. Well, I have to get the job done⊠She thought, as she passed Heatherpaw, who nodded politely as she passed. Letâs just get it over already. Just capture Treepelt.
Itâs here. It feels like Iâve been waiting for an eternity. I donât know if Iâll ever see my family again, ever. In the Hunger Games, there can only be one winner. I was dreading it since first grade. We learned that twenty-four of us would be selected to compete, and die in the most gruesome ways imaginable. But this year, they are allowing you take one item with you-and itâs not allowed to be lethal. Iâm taking my pet greyhound, Sleekpelt. Well, he isnât real, heâs just a toy, but I still remember the sheer joy of getting him on Christmas Eve.
Weâre lining up to be selected-I donât think Iâll ever see my mum again, or my dad. I hoped Iâm not selected. I was practically praying to god now. â-and Anna, will be selected to compete!â Boomed the commentator. And there I was, fighting for my life, with Sleekpelt, my toy greyhound. Sleekpelt gave me the energy to keep going, _to keep pushing. _ __ Ive done it. Ive won.
âItâs hard to be inconspicuous when youâre hanging upside down.â Said Sunset, looking Twilight up and down. âWhat?â Retorted Twilight. âItâs hard to be a bat.â âWhat do you mean?â Asked Sunset. âItâs easy being a bat, look at you! You can fly like a bird.â âBut itâs hard to be hanging upside down all the time.â Replied Twilight. The sun was just going up, painting the sky in orange ink. Sunset, the badger sat up straight. âWell, I have to go to my den. See you next moon.â Sunset padded to her den. Her claws scraped across the soft earth, as she traversed a chamber, to make sure it was comfy. She sat down, thinking about all that happened this moon. First she got chased by a large dog, next a few bats attacked her. But Twilight was different, she didnât attack Sunset like the other bats did. She closed her eyes and let sleep overcome her.
Frost stood at the edge of the packâs territory, the cold wind biting at his fur as he stared into the distance. The Snowfall had brought with it a strange silence, a stillness that felt wrong. Every time he tried to shake the feeling, it crept back, deeper and more suffocating.
Lina was sick. Frost knew it, even though she refused to admit it. He could see it in the way her eyes were dulling, in the way her body was wasting away, and the anger that pulsed beneath her skin like a storm. But it wasnât just hunger that drained her, noâit was something worse.
The Black Blood Disease.
The rumors had reached themâother packs whispering about it, wolves who had gone mad, their blood black and dripping from their mouths. But Frost hadnât believed it until he saw it with his own eyes. He had seen it in Lina, though he couldnât bring himself to say it out loud. She wasnât the same anymore. The wolf he had once known, the one he had mentored, was slipping away with each passing day.
The pack was struggling. Prey was scarce, but that wasnât the worst of it. There was a gnawing fear in the air, a fear that spread faster than the disease itself. No one knew what to do. They had already lost too much.
Frost turned to face the den, his tail flicking uneasily. He needed to talk to Squirrel, needed to make her understand. But how could he explain it? How could he make her see that Lina was no longer the same wolf? That what she was becoming was a danger to them all?
He couldnât. Not yet.
Squirrel had been hunting tirelessly to keep the pack fed, her determination unwavering, but Frost could see the toll it was taking on her. She was starting to look worn out, just like the rest of them. The disease had already started to affect the others, and Frost could sense that something darker was coming. He headed back to camp, feeling a deep foreboding in his heartâŠ
Frost had been watching from a distance, his eyes narrowing as the tension between the two young wolves grew. Squirrel and Lina had always been close, almost like sisters. But lately, something had changed in Lina. Her once bright eyes had dulled, and the aggression that simmered beneath the surface was becoming harder to ignore. Frost had warned Squirrel to stay away, but he knew the apprentice wouldnât listen. She never did.
He watched them now, standing just at the edge of their hunting grounds, the air thick with unease.
âLina?â Squirrelâs voice wavered, as she stepped toward the older wolf. âAre you feeling alright? Youâve been acting strange⊠Please, let me help.â
Linaâs head snapped toward Squirrel, her eyes gleaming with an unsettling emptiness. Her once soft brown fur looked ragged, and her breathing was shallow. A thin stream of black blood dripped from her mouth, staining the snow beneath her.
âStay away from me!â Lina snarled, her voice raw and trembling. The aggression was clear now, and Frostâs heart sank. It was happening.
Squirrel took a cautious step back, her ears flattened. âLina, youâre scaring me. Please, let me helpâŠâ
âYou donât get it, do you?â Linaâs voice was almost a hiss, low and dangerous. âI donât need help. I need you to stay out of my way.â
Before Squirrel could react, Lina lunged, her jaws snapping shut just inches from Squirrelâs face. Squirrel yelped and leapt backward, but Lina was faster. The disease had twisted her, making her stronger, more volatile than ever before.
Frostâs instincts screamed at him to intervene, but something held him back. He knew the truthâLina was no longer the wolf he had mentored. She was slipping away, and nothing could stop it now.
Squirrel stumbled backward, her eyes wide with fear. She scrambled to get to her paws, but Lina was relentless, charging again. The once gentle wolf was gone, replaced by a feral creature driven by nothing but the rage coursing through her veins.
âLina!â Squirrel cried, her voice breaking. She managed to duck just in time as Linaâs teeth missed her by a hair. âPlease, stop! Itâs not you, itâsââ
But Lina didnât stop. She kept coming, her movements erratic and full of malice. She was faster than Squirrel, stronger, her limbs moving unnaturally as though the disease had taken full control of her body.
Frost felt his heart race as he watched the scene unfold. He couldnât let it happen, but a part of him feared it was already too late.
With a final, desperate move, Squirrel tried to dodge, but Lina was too quick. She sank her teeth into Squirrelâs shoulder, and the young wolf yelped in pain. Bloodâfresh and redâstained the snow around them.
âNo!â Frost barked, finally lunging forward, his paws sliding across the ice. His claws scraped against the frozen earth as he barreled into Lina, knocking her off balance.
Lina let out a guttural growl, trying to shake him off, but Frost held her down with a strength he didnât even know he had. His heart pounded in his chest as he forced himself to look into her eyesâblack pits of nothing.
âLina⊠Iâm sorry,â Frost whispered, his voice thick with sorrow. The wolf before him wasnât the Lina he had known. She was lost, consumed by the disease.
Squirrel scrambled to her feet, shaking, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her shoulder was torn, and the blood was staining the snow around her. But she was still alive.
Frost glanced at her once before looking back at Lina, the weight of the moment crashing down on him. There was no saving her now. Lina was beyond saving.
âYou need to run, Squirrel,â Frost growled softly. âGet as far away as you can. Iâll⊠take care of her.â
Squirrelâs eyes met his, wide and terrified, but she didnât hesitate. She turned and fled, her paws carrying her far from the chaos.
Frost could only watch as she disappeared into the trees. His heart ached, but he knew this wasnât over. The Black Blood Disease was spreading. There was no stopping it now.
#1 âThe Forest Pack is stealing our prey, and even the forest seems to be starving. The trees are bare, and it feels like weâre being squeezed tighter every day. Every time I catch a scent of them, I want to rip their pelts off and run them out of our land! But I have to stay calm. Frost always tells me to think before acting, but I canât stop my claws from itching.â
#2 âLinaâs headache was bothering her again today. I told her to rest, but I donât think she heard me. Itâs hard to focus on her when the world is so loud with hunger. I found some preyâfinally. A squirrel, two birds, and a rat. Frostâs gonna be so proud! But I donât know if I can fill all our stomachs alone⊠the forest feels emptier every day.â
#3 âLina snapped at me when I asked if she was ok. Sheâs never been like this beforeâwhy is she so angry all the time? I know sheâs hurting, but I canât help her if she wonât listen. I didnât find anything today, and Iâm starving⊠but when I came back, Frost said there was still some hope. I found a vole. I have to keep pushing through, for the pack.â
#4 âLina attacked me today when I asked if she was ok. I never thought sheâd hurt me like that⊠Frost says I should stay away from her, but Iâm not sure I can. I canât just leave her like this. Sheâs⊠sick, and I donât know what to do. I found a deer today. Me and Frost tracked it down and caught it. Finally, enough food for everyone. But when I look at Lina, all I see is a wolf thatâs fading away. Her furâs thinning, and her bones are starting to show. Maybe itâs just the scarcity of prey, but it doesnât feel like that anymore.â
#5 âI donât think Linaâs ok⊠I canât shake the feeling that something is wrong with her. I donât know how much longer she has before the disease takes her. I wish Frost could see it, but I canât bring myself to say it out loud. Iâm scared. Iâm scared that one day, Lina wonât be Lina anymore. And when that happens, will she come after me? Will she attack me too?â
A few diary entries into the mind of Squirrel, a young wolf. Tell me if you want more!