Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

Holly woke up. She couldn't beleive that she was acttualy the alphaess! She saw that no one else was awake. She also noticed that Casting Moon was gone. She shrugged and walked out of the den. It was very dark still. She walked through the darkness and made sure she didin't bump into anything. She could see the glow of the moon.

-- Edited by Hawkshadow on Friday 9th of October 2009 05:07:29 PM

OOC: Just to make this clear peeps, Normandy is not in the camp and he has changed his appearance from his wolfy self to a much large wolf thing. He calls himself a Shade. His whole body looks like its made of shadows and he has horns on his head, spikes going from his neck back to his tail and huge bat wings. Plus he is also taller than a normal wolf. About the size of a small bear. Just want to make that clear and he is NOT anywhere near the camp...

Normandy's large wings that adorned his back hung loosely around his shaded form. His glowing eyes that had no other color than amber burned with contempt for the world he was in right now. He was a king of darkness in the other realm. Not the one for Starpack or Bloodpack for for the forgotten wolves. He was a Shade. He in fact was their king. For years he had served under his father as a prince but cruely overthrew him when the time was right. It was a custom of his kind to do that toward the king. Someday, Normandy's own son would do that to him. That was why he had never taken a mate.
Still the great beast trudged on through the moonlight forest. It was beautiful here. Where he came from everything was mage of fire and rocks. There was no such thing as snow. Yet here he could see the small crystal flakes to clearly. This place would do nicely for he and his kingdom. The chosen could not stop him he woud succeed at this. It was his destiny. With a large laugh that sounded like to harsh voices laughing at once, he bunched his back legs and propelled himself in to the sky. The large shadow wings billowed out and caught the air. It felt so good the race on the wind again. He hated being trapped in the form of Normandy. Now he was free again. He was nolonger Normandy, since that was only a made up name for him to live by while he was here. Now he was back as the Shade's king, his twisted yet lonely heart burned within him to fufill his destiny.

Walking through the deep woods he had taken shelter in Rack looked up at the moon and sighed. Feeling abit restless he looked around and began to run strait ahead. He didnt care if he scared off any prey as he jumped over bushes and stepped on branches making them crack in snow. Seeing a few rabbits not far off he chased after the closest to him until it ran back into its hole. Laughing he stopped to catch his breath. He had ran farther then he expected.

Smelling the air as the wind puched his face Rack stood up and looked around. He caught a scent of another wolf. His fur stood up uneasily as he walked even slower, keeping his scenses alert. Looking around he couldnt tell which way was which, he had lost the path he had taken to his den, but looking around he thought he had seen this place before.