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FireStorm
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Date Posted: 10:05:42 04/23/01 Mon
(OOC- don't worry, I'm not making myself a member I just have this uncanny need to type)
FireStorm stood there, outside the TT watching the various things. Playing malancholy infront of a stage, FireStorm's eyes. FireStorm had uptaken the job as director and growled deep within, never do you need to growl audibly to get a point across. Growling was a sign of insecurity, oblivion, and worst of all thinking highly of yourself -which come hard to beleive FireStorm didn't.
Though she was a strong fighter, hunter, and all around wolf. She never stopped short of what she can attain. A blessed rabbit, a worthy rank, a fight, or even the eyes of an oncoming male. Only to wisp away as if nothing happen.
She was a tease in many way. Often wavering in one spot and once a wolf thought she was free game dodging away in milions of different directions noone can figure out. She grew up notoriously, the leader of the pups. Then the alpha of her pack, but hunters. The worthless humans with boom-sticks that strike the lowliest of wolves and kill them.
The pack was wiped out, besides FireSTorm attempts. The wolves were too scared to listen. FireStorm knew how to escape, her brain worked quickly in hard situations. Famines. She traveled among the undergrowth for quite some time before gaining the scent of a pack.
FireStorm then looked off in the distance. Noticing with her uncanny eyesite the softest of movements. Her tail swayed in the air. Enchanting whoever saw it. But FireStorm uptook the thrill of the hunt for later. The rabbit was going nowhere. Besides she could withstand another couple of weeks. The longest she had gone without gorging herself was a month. And when she did eat it wasn't much. Tis why she kept her slender shape. One did not need to eat often.
She was often disgusted at the habits of some wolves. Often loving, and caring. They also ate too often, gaining weight like the dickens. FireStorm longed to teach them the well doing of watching their rations. But most were dumbfounded, thinking to highly of themselves. FireSTorm shrugged, let them be that way. It wouldn't be her dieing on the next famine. It would be them.
Again her eyes scanned the land, perhaps one of the females in the pack would hunt the rabbit. Most likely miss. Snowshoe hares weren't like regular rabbits. They were the only ones that could hop on the snow, their feet were large making them fast and agile. FireStorm had become an expert at hunting them. She was eager though to teach some her skills. If they would come out from their shell and realize that they can't be the best at everything. The spotlight will move on.
A breeze swept through the valley and she looked up at the twilighted sky. The stars peeked out and she studied them. For her youth years (FireStorm calls pups youths) the stars led her, as for some of her adult years. She was smart to do that. And wouldn't get attached easily, come the time to leave and travel some more.
She sighed, resting her head on her paws once more. Bouncing the idea that maybe she shouldn't stay at the pack. Or start her own pack. But what fun would that be, ruin the time of battle and excitement. She would much rather be proud to hold the rank. Rather than hold the rank. It was much better to have sweated blood and energy to get somewhere, rather than just getting there. So she came to the conclusion that she would battle the current monarch.
Once she has some power over the pack, be it alpha beta she would teach them and they would overtake the already weak lighties.
FireStorm shunned herself, now she was getting too deep for her own good. She again studied the trees and the rivers that danced through the valley and waited to be accepted. They probably wouldn't accept her like most, just to scared that she just might take it over. No question, she would...
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