• Spottedtalon, please mentor your nephew Crystalpaw.

• Nightstar, please mentor Gingerpaw.

• Scarheart, please mentor the deputy’s son Coalpaw.

Mentoring News

Since Spottedtalon seems to have her hands full, Scarbreath will be mentoring Bramblepaw from now on.

1. Spottedtalon (f) - lighthearted, nice, sweet, and caring
2. Cloudpelt (m) - unbearable, annoying, rude, selfish (I wonder why he’s mateless )
3. Sunsetmist (f) - rude and wants everything her way
4. Moonflower (f) - shy and sweet
5. Loudbreath (m) - outgoing and adventurous
6. Scarheart (f) - sweet, kind, understanding
7. Blackfur (m) - with his nose in the clouds
8. Frostdance (f) - loudish, moves like a queen dancing in snow

9. Jaggedpelt (m) - like his father, Leopardlegs, is slightly less handsome, distanced
10. Bluepond (f) - out there and nice
11. Scarbreath (f) - sweet, creative, forgets things, loves to mentor kits
12. Spicesong (f) - outgoing, rudish, her sweet personality changed the second her mother died

13. Goldheart (m) - silent, creative, valiant, adventurous
14. Batwing (f) - quiet and shy, swift and quick
15. Jetfur (m), Ebonyfur (m), Sablefur (f), Inkyfur (m) - expressive and lively

16. Hawkpath (f) - hyperish and lively and enjoyable to be around

We just need 1 more vote to finish our contest. If the 1 person doesn’t vote for Roxyy (4 votes) then I’ll pick the winner…

PLEASE VOTE!

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We all know that I’ve been writing a story and posting it, called ‘Storm Call’s Pack’ and I have a ton of other stories to post here, but I was wondering if YOU wanted to read something any better… So now I’m giving you the chance. If you choose ‘Other,’ please write in a comment what your idea is. Thanks!

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Please read on for the continuation of Storm Call’s Pack, a story about a little wolf lost in the big tundra and today, finds a friend.

I looked up, straight into the black eyes of an older wolf.

       The light in her eyes danced as she took a step toward me.

       I forgot to breathe, I was so terror-stricken.

       The only thing I could think to say was, “Hi,” and that’s what I said.

       The wolf giggled, and barked, “Hello! Who are you?”
       I, extremely relieved, yipped back, “My name’s Storm Call!”

       “Nice to meet you, Storm Call! My name’s Wind’s Voice. Where’s your pack, little guy?”
       I shook my head weakly, “I don’t have one. My parents, Growling Fur and White Claw, were Outsiders, and we could not find a pack. When the storm struck, they both died, and so did my sister, but I lived, and here I am!”

       She looked astonished, but managed to mutter, “I – I’m an Outsider, too! I am Lost on the Tundra as well.”
       She looked at me with love . I stared back with fondness and compassion.

       “Storm Call, what do you say we form our own pack?”
       Her eyes shone with excitement as I answered, “Of course I will join you on this quest, Wind’s Voice! I wouldn’t enjoy anything more.” 

Here is the continuation of the last post’s story, Storm Call’s Pack. 

 The fox came in again, and White Claw, too tired to fight, let the her take her fill.

       The last pup, named Storm Call, stiffly tumbled out, and that is how I came to the world.

       After my first meal of thin milk, my mother cried out as blood surged out of her open wound. She slumped over, dead.

       “Mother! Mother!” I called to her desperately.

       She did not reply.

       “Mother…” I squealed noisily.

       A day later, I put all the food I could find in my den into my stomach, and crunched through the snow.

       Howls sounded through the air as distant wolf packs communicated.

       My eyes traced the tundra, searching for food.

       My white face looked every which-way. Anything! Anything for food! How could I survive without White Claw?
      

       After walking for about a few days, I stopped to rest. All I had caught so far was a tiny baby lemming, lost on the tundra. Just like me! After I caught it, I felt bad for it and let it free.

       An hour later I regretted that. How had I been so stupid?
       Just then, a scent rushed to my nose.

Hello all! :) 
I have decided to show you every once in a while, a bit of every story I write!                                                   Anyway, today’s bit is the first page of the story I’m writing called Storm Call’s Pack. It’s about a wolf that is lost on the tundra and his adventures with his new pack. It’s one of the first typed stories I ever made on a computer. Please comment your opinions… Say if it’s good or bad, I want to know how YOU FEEL! Thanks, so sit back, relax, and enjoy reading this bit of Storm Call’s Pack. PS All the time in the story it says I, and it’s not really me telling the story, it’s ‘Storm Call.’

Hello. My name is Storm Call. I am an Alaskan wolf living on the tundra.

       I am the Alpha Male of the Indalik pack.

       My pack wouldn’t have existed if the following  had not happened.

       The wolf sank her claws into the thick snow, howling in pain.

       Her mate, Growling Fur, had probably gotten lost on the tundra in the storm after he promised to bring back food. I warned him, thought the wolf, whose name was White Claw.

       It was the middle of a huge storm and she was all alone, having to give birth to her pups.

A ferocious and horrible fox had walked by, smelling  ‘prey’, and entered the den to see a stressed female, and had thought of her as easy dinner. He had slashed and kicked at her, and that is how she became to feel such pain.

       Her first pup, cold, did not survive.

“Hmm… this should be tasty prey!” said the fox.