The Pack

Hey KittyCats! This is a new story I`m working on, and its about a pack of wolves that I, Flash, am born into. We face humans moving into our home, starvation, and a fierce enemy pack. Hope you guys enjoy!


4. The Naming

"Wake up, sweetie..." My mom, Moonbeam, prodded me awake. I stretched and murmured, "What..." Moonbeam started at me like I had just asked what a rabbit was. "Your Naming! You`re going to be late!" My eyes widened and I quickly but coolly slunk into the clearing, stepping out of the shadows as soon as I was behind Mud and Yap. Our Alpha, Streak, was howling to the Pack. "These three pups have reached the age where they are granted their new name. Yap, Ant, and Mud, step on the white rabbit skin." We all manage to fit on the skin, and Streak continues. "Lift your heads to the moon, and she will show you your true name." I raise my head, closed my eyes, and took a deep breath. A great flash of white light chased a small speck of white across my vision. The large white light pounced on the small speck, and the small light disappeared. The white flash took the shape of a mighty wolf, and it raised its head and howled. It was the most beautiful howl I had ever heard, yet it was also more fierce and powerful than even Alpha. The ghostly wolf howled through the blackness, "There will be one, a bright light, that will save the Pack from the worst dangers it has ever faced." I woke up from that, dream I guess, panting hard. Yap announced proudly, "My name is Storm, and I will be a Hunter!" Mud stepped forward and boasted, "My name is Fiery, and I was born to be a Fighter." It was my turn. I cleared my throat and woofed, "My name is Flash, and I am a Hunter." The Pack took up howling our new names "Storm, Fiery, Flash! Storm, Fiery, Flash!" Alpha barked for everyone to quiet down. "Storm, you will train with our  most senior huntress, Flutter. Fiery, you will train with Scar, our fiercest fighter, and Flash, you will train with our Beta, Snow." We all padded back to our dens. Moonbeam and Dusk were staring proudly at me and Storm, proud that we our following their hunting legacy. I collapsed in my nest, exhausted from my vivid dream of the ghost wolf.

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