Moon In Night Sky

Moon watches as Sasha, the melanistic wolf, gives birth to 5 puppies. The five pups look nothing like Sasha, yet she licks their head fur as if they were about to become warriors. Sky Watcher stands over the pups, examining each one. "Get ready for a chasing ceremony" he told his deputy, Crag. Crag dipped his head and hurried away. Sasha had heard what Sky Watcher had said, and frowned, curling her tail protectively over her pups. "They won't survive out there! Please let them stay until they at least become warriors" she pleaded. Sky Watcher just shook his head. "No, they will take up too much precious food and space. We cannot keep them." Sasha frowned again and barred her teeth. "Well I'm not going to be a part of the chasing ceremony!".

A little later, Moon's pack mates had gathered the pups, and now stood in a circle around them. Sasha's pups stood in the middle, ears back and huddled together. Sky Watcher howled. The wolves nipped at the pups' hind legs. The pups yipped in fear. Moon glanced at his own back, noticeing the darker bits of brown and orange. He was thankful that he was a T3. The others kept nipping their legs until the pups had started to move. They ran for their lives. Sasha sat in a corner as her pups were being chased away. Meanwhile the pups had made it out of camp, the others still hot on their tail. They all had lumps of fur missing, and were covered in their own blood. They fled past the trees, and towards the mountains. Moon felt bad. They were for sure not be able to survive in the mountains. There were all sorts of predators out there. The prairie would have been a by safer. And yet, it didn't matter. Sky Watcher was right, there wouldn't be enough food or space for them, and they weren't T3 or even a Mutie! Anyways, he shook his head, it was none of his concern now.