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''hey.. no one said that love is easy storm........... trust me......'' he mumbled, shivering a little.
white-fang laid down next to storm and looked down at the stream, his ear's perked up.
''i actually took care of steel and teal since they were getting on my nerve's.....'' he grumbled.
he lapped at his right paw and his claw's started to gleam, looking like razor blade's in the light.
his mood seemed a lot more calmer then it used to be.
''anyway..... if you want, i could have you and cinder hang out near the lake shore.. it's very quiet and peaceful there'' he offered.

Storm shook his head. "No thanks," He shrugged.

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''oh come on storm'' he teased, poking his shoulder.

"Your so annoying sometimes," Storm joked, standing up. He shook off his pelt, but flopped back into the shallow lake water. "Just leave me here. It's so peaceful," He said dreamily, rolling in the shallow lake.

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he shrugged.
''do you know where echo went?'' white-fang asked, thoug probably sounding like an idiot.
he sat up and shook his pelt out as he waited for an answer.

Storm hesitated, then flipped on his stomach and looked up at White-fang. "Back at camp," He replied firmly.

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white-fang nodded.
''okay... when you head back to camp let her know i'd like to talk to her, alone..... i'll be walking around'' he said and walked off.

Storm nodded curtly as White-fang padded away. He stayed in the lake, thinking.

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white-fang walked along and sighed, seeing that the forest was very peaceful.
bird's chirping, the stream gurgling calmly, bushes rustling-wait.... bushes rustling?
that can't be right... he thought.
he walked over and sniffed the bush, his hackle's raising in alarm.
this can't be right.... the bush is moving but no scent.. white-fang thought in confusion.
when he looked up, his ear's pinned back and pure horror creeped onto his face.
a pitch-black furred wolf with dark red eye's full of pure hate was looking down at him, the huge wolves teeth bared in a quiet growl.
he gulped and just made a bee-line for the pack camp, not even looking back.
a long, spine chilling howl pierced the air and white-fang whimpered in fright.
he was running faster then he ever had in his life back to camp, just a white flash of fur as he raced passed storm, who was still in the shallow stream.
the howling faded right when white-fang reached the camp, bursting through the entrance and straight for the trainee den, almost slamming into the den's back wall when he skidded to a stop, laid down and instantly put his paw's over his head trembling with fear.
then he realized something, searing pain across his back.
he slowly looked and his eye's widened.
a huge gash was on his back, his fur thick with blood, the metallic smell over whelming his senses.
he must of been to terrified to notice he got hurt.
his vision got blurry and he got light headed, then he blacked out.
''white-fang!'' a couple of voice's could be heard before he was completely out cold.
then, complete silence.

(and ze rogue wolf blade is back for revenge!!!)

(Why must you do this after Amber dies T-T
Nah, I'm kidding, keep going this gonna get interesting o3o)

Echo burst into the scene, her ash-black fur raised as she dashed over to the white trainee, his fur stained in fatal drops of crimson blood. Storm shoulder his way through the crowd, growling, "Give him some space... Clear away..." until they were all cleared out. She gave an urgent look at Storm. He nodded, and they both beckoned towards White-fang and hauled him into the Healers' Cave. Echo shuddered at the eeriness it cast, the hollow dark-gray walls that seemed cold and airy. "Wedge," Storm bravely called and broke the shrill silence that the Healers' Den cast to Echo.

The dark gravel-gray she-wolf stumbled grumpily out of the corner; her thick fur was tangled and messy that it was so obvious that even a pup could tell she'd been asleep. There were a few things that matched the old Healer's personality with the cave: 1) There was a fatal scar across her eye, and the other one showed that she might give you one too; 2) Her fangs were yellow, threatening, and stuck a bit out of her mouth. But she always kept them bared, so that didn't make a difference. 3) She refused to eat too much, and since she usually won most fights and arguments she was so thin that you could see her ribcage. 4) Her elderly expression was one of a fighter's. Scariest wolf in the pack.

A deep growled rumbled in her throat, as she forced Storm's gave to lock with hers. Echo pressed her pelt against Storm's for support. "What?" She ordered. "Wedge, a trainee's been hurt," Storm muttered softly, and set White-fang at her paws. "Speak up," Wedge demanded, her ears swiveling. Wedge had bad hearing, she was sarcastic, and she spoke her mind; there was a reason most wolves stayed away from the Healers' Den.

"White-fang is hurt," Storm said, louder. "Alright. Now scram, I can't do my healing with you two bothering me," She ordered, although a rare tone of softness was quiet in her voice. Echo could tell, but Storm obviously couldn't as he bounded out of the healers' den. Before she left, her nose pressed to White-fang's ear. "Get better soon," She whispered and bounded off. She heard Wedge giving a grunt of approval, or maybe that was just in her mind.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Ivy~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The she-wolf's ears pricked as the pitch-black wolf padded confidently into the grotto and towards her. His raging-red eyes were ablaze as he spotted her lying down calmly in the shade of the forever-rustling willow tree, and he approached her with his claws dripping with fresh scarlet blood. His small light nose scrunched but returned to normal, as he padded up to the point were she had to look up to see his face.
Quickly she scrambled to her paws, the mere soft breeze causing her soft, feathery, light-brown fur to blow back a bit. Her fur was delicate and one-of-a-kind, but it made the well-muscled she-wolf feel fragile at times, even though she had never been beaten in battle.

"Blade, where have you been?" She growled with her smooth yet light voice that didn't seem threatening at all after pressing her nose against his. He just locked gaze with her warm brown eyes in answer. She stared into his angry-red ones, expressionless and not the least bit amused. "You left me here alone in boredom," She accused.
"Ivy, your not the helpless she-wolf that you sound and seem like. I've seen you fight," He replied, as if that fixed everything.
I know that, Blade, Ivy thought with a gleam of her eyes. Blade was the only living being who didn't see her as some fragile she-wolf just waiting to be saved--which was why she loved him.But she was Ivy, and Ivy wasn't the kind of she-wolf who'd let Blade get the pride of hearing that out loud.

Ivy then glared suspiciously at her mate. "Where have you been?" She grumbled, but it was more of a demand then a question when it came to Ivy. My voice makes even that sound fragile, she thought with disgust. "Just checking out those pack wolves," Blade replied, as if this were no big deal. "They believe that there's a sign of hope in sunsets and make-believe of such," He added with a snort. "Sound like a bunch of saps to me," Ivy agreed.
"I say that we demolish them now just to get them out of our way for rebuilding our pack," He insisted.
There it comes again, Ivy thought with a long sigh. "Blade, I told you--wait for the pups to be born first. I'm in no condition to fight right now," She grunted. Blade nodded, and for once let it go without an argument. And maybe just give that pack a little bit more of a chance, Ivy thought in her head.

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white-fang moaned as he stiffly stretched on his side, but winced pretty hard.
''ow...!'' he complained and gritted his teeth from the pain.
he forced himself to sit up and looked at his back.
the huge gash was packed with herb's, moss and cobweb's.
''not really the worst day of my life... but it's better then being eaten alive........'' he muttered.
he looked up and seen wedge near the back of the cave watching him.
''oh.. uh, hello wedge'' white-fang said with a kind smile.
he wasn't that scared of the healer wolf, he just think's that the poor healer is lonely in this dark cave.

Sweeping as silently as possible through the long rustling grass, her soft yet hostile glare fixed on a plump brown rabbit, its round pink nose twitching about. The she-wolf felt her muscles tense up, and she leaped towards the prey with her teeth sunk deep through its fur and digging through its neck. The rabbit was in too much of a shock to squirm before its last breath. In satisfaction she gave a grunt and dropped the rabbit to the ground, hungrily chomping it down to the bone. With a lash of her bushy tail, she stretched out.
"Halt!" Came a shrill growl from behind her. She heard of flurry of more than four paws rushing towards her. Calmly, she gazed around at the wolves around her. Three gray he-wolves and a she-wolf. "Lily, good eye," The golden-eyed he-wolf complimented, and stepped up. He was obviously in charge of the group.

"What brings you to the Wolves of The Shadows's territory?" He growled, forcing their gazes to lock. He must of expected her to flinch at his o' mighty glare, but she stayed put and calm. "The rabbits," She replied calmly with another lash of her tail. "Very funny, outsider," The head-wolf snorted. "It wasn't meant to be," She commented, which he left without a reply. "Who are you?" The she-wolf stepped up, demanding.
"I'm Ivy." She said. "Well then, Ivy, where do you come from? And are there more of you?" The head-wolf growled with a hostile bare of his teeth. "I just go where my paws decide to take me. I have no idea where I am now or will I will go next. I had a mate just five sunrises ago, but he left me..." She lied, looking to her paws for affect.

"Very well. We will escort you out of our territory--" The she-wolf began, but Ivy raised a paw to silence her. "I will be on my way without an escort needed." She declared, and padded away. She heard a growl from the she-wolf behind her as she trudged off. Ivy licked the fur around her muzzle quickly, still able to taste that rabbit. She poked her head around a tree to see Blade. Confused, she sat down silently and kept watching. He was fighting something; she couldn't see the figure from the tree. Blade flung the wolf to the side, his paw slamming down quickly to bring the limp body into a pin by the neck.
Her heart began to hammer against her ribs and her eyes widened as she saw that the figure was a lump of light-brown fur. It was a pup. Blade promised me... He promised me that he won't hurt pups... Ivy thought, mentally fainting. She stared in horror as he began to bite through the fur of the poor pup, and gulp it down.

I can't trust him with our pups, Ivy thought, still shocked. Goodbye, Blade, She said, even though no words came out. Scramming from the scene, she stumbled out into the open woods. She was lost now without Blade. She could never go back. Forcing her breath to calm down, she stared up at the sky. Ivy wanted to see if sunsets really did hold hope in dreams.

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(oh gosh i'm afraid to ask who the pup was o.o...)

ruby and zero were down by the lake talking and laughing.
''it's so nice to just relax for once..'' ruby muttered quietly.
''yeah... nice and quiet...'' zero said quietly.

''how are you wedge..?'' white-fang asked, trying to be nice and talk to the healer wolf since he was probably going to be stuck in there for a while.

(I could do a plot-twist or just say the pup is a lone-pup... Dunno. Also skip~)

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(lone pup.. >.> also i'm gonna be stubborn and skip as well....)

(Okay, got some charge into my brain now... When is White-fang gonna understand Wedge? X3)

Wedge glanced at the young trainee with that infamous glare of hers. "You should be more concerned on your own health, whats-your-name. Don't fidget, the medicines will get ruined and your chance of bleeding out will increase," She growled in that raspy tone of hers that told all the he-wolves to stay away. Her ears twitched as Echo poked her head nervously into the Healers' Den, her eyes glimmering as she saw White-fang awake.
"Uh... Hello, Wedge. Mind if I...?" She shuffled, deciding she didn't need to say more to the grumpy Healer. "Mind if you what?" Wedge snapped, her eyes sparking a bit in her own amusement.

"I'm pulling your tail. Come on in," She growled, as Echo edged into the Healer's den, trying to stay away as far as possible from the old stubborn she-wolf in the process. She padded over to White-fang, softly nuzzling his ear. "So you're alive?" She remarked, as if this were a question; her eyes glimmered to show that she was glad. "Course he's alive. He is under my care," Wedge answered.

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''like wedge said.. of course i'm alive.... beside's it would take more then a huge gash to stop me'' he said, carefully laying flat on his stomach.
then his gaze went over to wedge.
''and wedge, you don't scare me like you do the other's.... if you don't mind me pointing out.. you are just a cranky old healer that sit's in here all alone with no company in this dark, damp cave, and you need to get some sunlight wedge... cause it's rather cold for an old timer like you to stay in a cave forever'' white-fang said.
he had a lot of gut's saying that, but he was just speaking the truth.

(wow..... white-fang's got some nerve's to be saying that to the healer wolf like that o.o....)

Wedge shot a spine-chilling glare at him. "My job isn't to scare, trainee. Its to heal. And second of all, I'm perfectly fine the way I am and I do get sunlight." She snapped, brushing some berries back into their place. "You can leave now--just don't get into any more fights," She grumbled.

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(my internet connection on this nintendo is really bad right now...)

white-fang nodded and walked out of the cave, his ear's pinned back.
he was grumbling something quietly to himself, as if he wasn't real happy about fainting in the trainee den.
''white-fang you bird brained!-'' steel started to say but white-fang whacked him in the head with his huge paw knocking him to the ground.
''not a word spoken to me steel...!'' he growled threateningly and steel whimpered, his ear's pinning back.
he huffed and walked over to a pond, laying down and pawing at the water, then licking the water off of his paw.

Ivy carried three rabbits into the den made of fallen logs. I can't carry this burden for much longer, She worried, settling down on the dry dirt ground and patiently eating the rabbits to the bone. She looked out of the crack of the scruffily set up den, her ears pinning back. She wandered off into her thoughts, staring blankly. I'll do it. Ivy sat up and crawled out of the log den, heading southwards at a slow pace.

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