Post by *♥Snowblizzard♥* on Jan 4, 2010 17:57:00 GMT -5
(I in no way take credit for this story! Sinnabar wrote it all and I posted it cuz i felt like it! Sinnabar's is amazing!!!!!!!)
Chapter 1: Peaceful Beginnings
The sun shone on a cold, crisp morning, the burning sun hung high in the endless sky over YellowStone National Park, and few clouds lined the horizon. At the most western stretch of Amythyst Mountain, fifteen golden aspen trees rose from the soft ground, sheltering the small grove from wind and weather. The ground being soft and rather spongey, carpeted by moss and soft, springy grass, this small haven was my first home.
I came into the world, weak, small and wet, after my older brother, named Survivor, and only minutes before my little sister, Bailey. My mother, Claw, and her close companion Fell, became worried for Bailey's health, because she was so small and weak.
"But she's your daughter, Claw. She'll be a fighter. At least the other two are alright," Fell panted, strangely tired.
And, to their relief and surprise, all three of us survived. When we had been alive for three sunrises, we were named. My older brother was named Survivor, for his bold spirit and spunk. Bailey, named especially by Claw, for her fragility and beauty. I was the last to be named. And by Fell.
"He looks like a fighter, a warrior. A brave little wolf, eh?" She asked proudly.
"So we need a strong name, something battle-worthy?" Claw answered thoughtfully.
And so, they decided I would be known as Sinnabar.
Days past quickly, and before long, my siblings and I had lived for a week. By now, our minds were nearly fully developed, and we were beginning to asess the world around us. Because Claw and Fell had no den to raise us in, but a sheltered grove, we each dug our own small beds in the soft earth, and before long, five shallow dips formed in the ground, lined with moss and feathers, even fur shed by our partnered caregivers, mother and friend. I blinked in the harsh sunlight, my deep blue eyes, as all young wolf pups have, were soon to turn into such a bold golden glow that they appeared as shattered sunlight.
From my first premature thoughts, I knew I was different from the other wolves in my tiny family pack of five. Mainly for my pelt color. Neither Fell or Claw could understand why my coloring, a tan-grey blaze running from my forhead, and following my back, edging the tops of my ribcage on either side, all the way to my tail, where it was abruptly cut off by a black tail tip, matching my black ears. Under the tan-grey, my main coloring was a peacy tan. Beginning at the bridge of my nose, and running along my body, with the exception of my white underbelly, muzzle, legs, and undertail. Finally, my most striking markings were the large, dark round spots, like eyebrows, above my eyes. A clasic grey wolf.
Like I said, Fell and Claw were numbstruck over my pelt. My mother, Claw, was a solid white she-wolf with classic grey wolf eyes. My father, Claw's mate, I never met. Apparantly they seperated moons before our birth, when Fell stepped in to help Claw hunt and care for herself, and her unborm family. Fell's features were of an unbroken black pelt, with striking yellow eyes. Unlike Claw, Survivor was solid black, while Bailey was black with a small splash of white across her chest.
Chapter 1: Peaceful Beginnings
The sun shone on a cold, crisp morning, the burning sun hung high in the endless sky over YellowStone National Park, and few clouds lined the horizon. At the most western stretch of Amythyst Mountain, fifteen golden aspen trees rose from the soft ground, sheltering the small grove from wind and weather. The ground being soft and rather spongey, carpeted by moss and soft, springy grass, this small haven was my first home.
I came into the world, weak, small and wet, after my older brother, named Survivor, and only minutes before my little sister, Bailey. My mother, Claw, and her close companion Fell, became worried for Bailey's health, because she was so small and weak.
"But she's your daughter, Claw. She'll be a fighter. At least the other two are alright," Fell panted, strangely tired.
And, to their relief and surprise, all three of us survived. When we had been alive for three sunrises, we were named. My older brother was named Survivor, for his bold spirit and spunk. Bailey, named especially by Claw, for her fragility and beauty. I was the last to be named. And by Fell.
"He looks like a fighter, a warrior. A brave little wolf, eh?" She asked proudly.
"So we need a strong name, something battle-worthy?" Claw answered thoughtfully.
And so, they decided I would be known as Sinnabar.
Days past quickly, and before long, my siblings and I had lived for a week. By now, our minds were nearly fully developed, and we were beginning to asess the world around us. Because Claw and Fell had no den to raise us in, but a sheltered grove, we each dug our own small beds in the soft earth, and before long, five shallow dips formed in the ground, lined with moss and feathers, even fur shed by our partnered caregivers, mother and friend. I blinked in the harsh sunlight, my deep blue eyes, as all young wolf pups have, were soon to turn into such a bold golden glow that they appeared as shattered sunlight.
From my first premature thoughts, I knew I was different from the other wolves in my tiny family pack of five. Mainly for my pelt color. Neither Fell or Claw could understand why my coloring, a tan-grey blaze running from my forhead, and following my back, edging the tops of my ribcage on either side, all the way to my tail, where it was abruptly cut off by a black tail tip, matching my black ears. Under the tan-grey, my main coloring was a peacy tan. Beginning at the bridge of my nose, and running along my body, with the exception of my white underbelly, muzzle, legs, and undertail. Finally, my most striking markings were the large, dark round spots, like eyebrows, above my eyes. A clasic grey wolf.
Like I said, Fell and Claw were numbstruck over my pelt. My mother, Claw, was a solid white she-wolf with classic grey wolf eyes. My father, Claw's mate, I never met. Apparantly they seperated moons before our birth, when Fell stepped in to help Claw hunt and care for herself, and her unborm family. Fell's features were of an unbroken black pelt, with striking yellow eyes. Unlike Claw, Survivor was solid black, while Bailey was black with a small splash of white across her chest.
