Post by Moony on Jul 22, 2009 22:33:15 GMT -5
♫Sound the Bugle now,
Play it just for me.
As the seasons change,
Remember how I used to be
Now I can't go on
I can't even start.
I got nothing left,
Just an empty heart.
I'm a solider wounded so I,
Must give up the fight....♫
Death. Peaceful, freedom, easy. That's how all the wolves who were closest to me now feel. They all left me to go to that better place, abandoning me to suffer, with no one to help me when I need it. Why must I be born, if they all leave me? Why must we suffer, when we can be relieved? Why must the moon mean death, but the sun mean life? Some questions cannot be answered, but I want them.
My suffering started one snowy night, the night of my birth. It was a full moon, a light snow danced in the moonlight to the ground. My mother always told me as a pup, that I was as pretty as the moon. My father named me Moonpup, because he too, loved the moon, and he loved me. Some called me ablessing, others a curse, some a leader. I never understood how they found leadership in that pup, in me.
My dearest mother's name was Sunfeather. I remember her clearly, she had the softest golden fur, the sweetest milk, and the warmest emerald eyes. Any pup couldn't have asked for more, I was blessed and cursed. She would tell me about my great-grandfather, Deadstar, and his adventures.
My father is very clear, he was the strongest male I've ever known, both physically and emotionally. Sootheart was my best friend, my rock, my dad. I loved to ride on his back, and he would take me to our special pond. We would laugh and swim, and splash each other with the genuine crystal water. Then at night, him and my mom would share a frog with me under the stars. I always thought we would be together, but I was wrong.
It was a day just like any other. Sunfeather suddenly told me to hide in the safety hole behind the nursery. I wouldn't have if I'd known that those were the last words she would ever say to me. I hid and heard the most horrific scene in my life. Ripping, and snarling echoed in the hole. My mother pleaded with her killer to stop, but she didn't. The killer was Keeva, and she snapped my mother's neck. Keeva laughed and then vanished. I got out from the hole and saw my mother and father, bloodied and broken. Their horrified gazes frozen in their sightless eyes, the never ending snarl plastered to the mouth. This couldn't happen to me, I was a pup! I couldn't loose my parents. Why me? I remember closing their eyes and mouths, once I did they looked peaceful. My soft mourning howl echoed in the camp, my pelt covered in blood.
Eventually, time healed my wounds and I became happy again. I became an apprentice to the best mentor of all time, Thornshadow. Our first training lesson was awkward, but that's what brought us closer together. His son had just died, and he was in the post shock state. I wanted him happy, he reminded me of Sootheart. He taught me more about myself than I knew. The training session didn't end well, a fluke wolverine attack happened. He insisted me to run, but I couldn't leave him. I fought my hardest to help save him, and we did. He was bloodied and scratched up, while I had a broken back leg, scratches, and a scratched eye. I ended up loosing vision in that eye, but at least we were alive. He continued to guide me and help me, he was my rock. Then one day, Keeva struck again. She stole my friend, Icepup, while we were sleeping. We cannot find her, I tried but failed. I had to move on.
The time had come for my final assesment. I was ready to be a warrior and make Sunfeather, Sootheart,and most of all, Thornshadow proud. Tragedy struck, Rose, a Sun's Death wolf, had snuck up on him and attacked him. I heard the snarling and snapping, so I stopped and ran as fast as I could. When I got there, another Sun's Death wolf distracted me. I shredded his ear, but nothing else. Rose and Earthshatter had left him broken like a toy solider. I tried to run her off, but all I managed to do was break a couple of her ribs. Her, Arawn, and Earthshatter all ran off and left me in the bushes. Thornshadow's spirit visited me, and told me that he too, was proud of me. I howled for him just as I howled for my mother and father.
Life. Rough, precious, painful. Some think that death is a living heck, when it is actually life. We suffer everyday, even if we don't know it. All I have left is Ashpaw, Snowpaw, Applepup, Stripepup, and Echohowl. I would've had to be to the most suffering wolf, loosing my friends, mentor, and parents to rouges. From this point forward, I vow to never stop until the murderers are all gone. I only ever lived for peace and life, even if death and causalities over come those goals. I now strive to be faster, better, stronger just as my fallen friends were. My father always told me I was destined to be a leader, and now I strive to do so.
My name is Moonpaw, and you can Sound the Bugle now.
♫Sound the Bugle now,
tell them I don't care.
There's not a road I know,
That leads to anywhere.
Without a light I fear that I will,
Stumble in the dark.
Lay right down,
Decide not to go on.
Then from on high,
Somewhere in the distance,
There's a voice that calls,
Remember who you are.....♫
Play it just for me.
As the seasons change,
Remember how I used to be
Now I can't go on
I can't even start.
I got nothing left,
Just an empty heart.
I'm a solider wounded so I,
Must give up the fight....♫
Death. Peaceful, freedom, easy. That's how all the wolves who were closest to me now feel. They all left me to go to that better place, abandoning me to suffer, with no one to help me when I need it. Why must I be born, if they all leave me? Why must we suffer, when we can be relieved? Why must the moon mean death, but the sun mean life? Some questions cannot be answered, but I want them.
My suffering started one snowy night, the night of my birth. It was a full moon, a light snow danced in the moonlight to the ground. My mother always told me as a pup, that I was as pretty as the moon. My father named me Moonpup, because he too, loved the moon, and he loved me. Some called me ablessing, others a curse, some a leader. I never understood how they found leadership in that pup, in me.
My dearest mother's name was Sunfeather. I remember her clearly, she had the softest golden fur, the sweetest milk, and the warmest emerald eyes. Any pup couldn't have asked for more, I was blessed and cursed. She would tell me about my great-grandfather, Deadstar, and his adventures.
My father is very clear, he was the strongest male I've ever known, both physically and emotionally. Sootheart was my best friend, my rock, my dad. I loved to ride on his back, and he would take me to our special pond. We would laugh and swim, and splash each other with the genuine crystal water. Then at night, him and my mom would share a frog with me under the stars. I always thought we would be together, but I was wrong.
It was a day just like any other. Sunfeather suddenly told me to hide in the safety hole behind the nursery. I wouldn't have if I'd known that those were the last words she would ever say to me. I hid and heard the most horrific scene in my life. Ripping, and snarling echoed in the hole. My mother pleaded with her killer to stop, but she didn't. The killer was Keeva, and she snapped my mother's neck. Keeva laughed and then vanished. I got out from the hole and saw my mother and father, bloodied and broken. Their horrified gazes frozen in their sightless eyes, the never ending snarl plastered to the mouth. This couldn't happen to me, I was a pup! I couldn't loose my parents. Why me? I remember closing their eyes and mouths, once I did they looked peaceful. My soft mourning howl echoed in the camp, my pelt covered in blood.
Eventually, time healed my wounds and I became happy again. I became an apprentice to the best mentor of all time, Thornshadow. Our first training lesson was awkward, but that's what brought us closer together. His son had just died, and he was in the post shock state. I wanted him happy, he reminded me of Sootheart. He taught me more about myself than I knew. The training session didn't end well, a fluke wolverine attack happened. He insisted me to run, but I couldn't leave him. I fought my hardest to help save him, and we did. He was bloodied and scratched up, while I had a broken back leg, scratches, and a scratched eye. I ended up loosing vision in that eye, but at least we were alive. He continued to guide me and help me, he was my rock. Then one day, Keeva struck again. She stole my friend, Icepup, while we were sleeping. We cannot find her, I tried but failed. I had to move on.
The time had come for my final assesment. I was ready to be a warrior and make Sunfeather, Sootheart,and most of all, Thornshadow proud. Tragedy struck, Rose, a Sun's Death wolf, had snuck up on him and attacked him. I heard the snarling and snapping, so I stopped and ran as fast as I could. When I got there, another Sun's Death wolf distracted me. I shredded his ear, but nothing else. Rose and Earthshatter had left him broken like a toy solider. I tried to run her off, but all I managed to do was break a couple of her ribs. Her, Arawn, and Earthshatter all ran off and left me in the bushes. Thornshadow's spirit visited me, and told me that he too, was proud of me. I howled for him just as I howled for my mother and father.
Life. Rough, precious, painful. Some think that death is a living heck, when it is actually life. We suffer everyday, even if we don't know it. All I have left is Ashpaw, Snowpaw, Applepup, Stripepup, and Echohowl. I would've had to be to the most suffering wolf, loosing my friends, mentor, and parents to rouges. From this point forward, I vow to never stop until the murderers are all gone. I only ever lived for peace and life, even if death and causalities over come those goals. I now strive to be faster, better, stronger just as my fallen friends were. My father always told me I was destined to be a leader, and now I strive to do so.
My name is Moonpaw, and you can Sound the Bugle now.
♫Sound the Bugle now,
tell them I don't care.
There's not a road I know,
That leads to anywhere.
Without a light I fear that I will,
Stumble in the dark.
Lay right down,
Decide not to go on.
Then from on high,
Somewhere in the distance,
There's a voice that calls,
Remember who you are.....♫
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you really did a good job, but now i feel sad for Moonpaw 
