Sky Wanderers

[Charzard03]

yep but i have only been posting on deviantart lately, i will post here again soon

[Corax]

Ah, okie pokie

[redeem4]

good story, is there more?

[Charzard03]

thanks and yep there is more and im still writing it aswell, i found alot of errors in it so i have updated them all and i will continue to put them on deviantart so i dont have to correct them on all the sites it is on. the 3rd one is here http://charzard03.deviantart.com/art...er-3-126973882 im still writing number 4 ^-^

[Charzard03]

Okays im bringing the story back here, and i have gone over and corrected all the other posts :3
I only have 1 person on deviantart that has been reading and i have had more interest over here so i guess i'll keep it here ^_^
Heres chapter 3



The sun was high in the sky and the cubs were already in the clearing., eager to start their days training, it had been 3 days since their visit to the peak of the forest and the cubs were becoming more and more excited about the full moon. Swift was bounding along the clearing practicing his hunting skills on a small beetle crawling along the clearing. Floe was swatting at a butterfly and was standing on her hind legs with her paw in the air. Fern was in a thickly grassed area under an oak tree near the side of the clearing. She sprawled on her belly and enjoying the morning sun that filtered through the branches and gave her belly fur a dazzling silver sheen.
“What are we doing today?” Floe asked bounding up to Moss who was lying in a patch of ferns at the in the corner of the clearing watching them.
“You’ll see soon enough” she replied calmly, a glint in her blue eyes “just go back to what you were doing”. Floe nodded and padded back into the middle of the clearing and noticing a grass hopper she raced off into the bracken surrounding the clearing.

Moss looked at the cubs They’re going to do great at this she thought before standing up and slinking away into the bushes behind her.
“Pelt?, Sky?, Dusk” she called, her voice ringing around the clearing “the time has come” a rustle came from the undergrowth behind her and three wolves emerged from the shadows. Moss bowed her head in greeting to them and the three wolves walked steadily in the opposite direction from the shadows they emerged from. Moss followed steadily behind until they came to a large opening in the undergrowth where the bushes had parted and there was a clear view of the clearing where the cubs were. Moss pushed ahead of the three lean muscled wolves and nodded towards the clearing
“a-are you sure they’re ready?” a mottled brown wolf broke out. When Moss turned to stare at him he began to shift his paws awkwardly but she nodded her eyes soft
“I have doubted many times” she replied coolly “ but now I am sure” she continued “they are ready”


Back at the clearing Fern had noticed that moss had gone missing and was making her way across the clearing towards Floe ”Floe” she called “M-Moss has gone” Floe looked around
“im sure she’ll be back” the cream and brown wolf murmured pressing against Ferns silvery pelt “she’s probably just gone out to hunt” when Fern still didn’t seem convinced Floe added “if she’s not back in an hour we’ll go and look for her” Fern nodded feeling happier and then turned tail and padded back to the oak tree. Fern shifted to make herself more comfy in the cool grass and turned to see Swift padding towards her, his dark grey pelt glistened in the sun as he made his way towards her. Swift was Floe’s brother but there wasn’t much resemblance between them, you couldn’t tell they were siblings from looks alone. Swift had a dark grey pelt with patches of cream on his belly much like his father Dusk, whereas Floe looked a lot more like Poole her mother and had a cream pelt with flecks of brown on her chest fur and muzzle. Swift was stood right in front of her now with his moth poised to speak.
“Hey Swift” Fern said smiling
“H-hey” swift replied “I-I was wondering if you knew where Moss has gone? I overheard you and my sister speaking and I thought you might know” The dark grey wolf was now sheepishly looking down at his paws
“well” Fern began “We’re not really sure, she’s probably just out hunting so we thought we would leave it a while before we go and look for her” Swift had a worried expression on his face and wondering what was wrong Fern asked
“Why do you ask anyway? You don’t usually mind when she’s not around” Swift scuffled his paws on the ground and then lifted his head and murmured “its just..” he paused looking at a bush nearby and lowering his voice “I thought I saw some strange wolves in the undergrowth, I wanted to tell Moss just in case something bad happened” Ferns eyes widened “
strange wolves? Are they from our pack?”
“im not sure” Swift admitted “the winds blowing in the wrong direction for me to be able to scent them”
“I wonder why they’re here “ Fern whispered, she was feeling nervous but didn’t want to show it “could you take me to where you saw them?” she asked trying to keep her voice sounding calm. Swift nodded and pointed his ears to a bed of ferns the other side of the clearing and then got to his paws and ran towards it. In the darkness of the undergrowth Fern could just make out the faint glow of eyes watching them Swift turned to her and she saw her own fears about the strange wolves reflected in his soft brown eyes.
“W-what are we going to do?” he stammered Fern raised her head and parted her jaws trying to catch any scents that would tell them who the strange wolves were but the wind was blowing in the wrong direction and the only scents she could pick up was those of her and her friends and the undergrowth around her.
“Im not sure” she admitted “We’d better go warn Floe”

What Floe exclaimed bounding over to the section of undergrowth Fern had pointed out moments ago
“Be careful” Swift exclaimed as he watched Fern creep slowly towards the bushes.
“Who are you and what are you doing here?” Floe shouted
“D-don’t Floe” it was Swift as he bounded over to his sisters side. “We don’t know how dangerous these wolves are” he whispered
A large rustle sounded from inside the bushes. Fern froze What if the wolves attacked them?, their fighting skills were now where near good enough to fend off fully grown wolves. The bush rustled again and seconds later a large wolf leaped out followed by two others. Swift and Floe sprang back shaking, watching in terror as the strange wolves spread out along the shadows. Fern squinted to try and make out what the wolves looked like but they were submerged in the shadows that the tree’s cast making them undistinguishable and making their glowing eyes stand out.
The largest wolf whispered something to the two smaller wolves and Fern could just make out the words “It is time”

[Charzard03]

Sorry for not posting in ages D:
Heres number 4 if anyones interested, number 5 is written, im just typing it out now

Mist could feel a cold breeze chilling her fur; surely she wasn't in the warm den with the rest of the pack. Slowly opening her eyes she felt a chill run down her spine as she looked around. Around her was revealed a vast grassy moorland with stunted tree's dotted around and a large creek running down one side. Where was she? Mist didn't recognise this place at all. Panic began welling in her chest as she looked around frantically for something she recognised, something that could get her bearings back and lead her back into her territory. Suddenly she felt warm air ruffling her neck fur and making her jump, wondering what it was she turned around, a dark gray wolf loomed behind her, he had long sleek fur and light patches on his ears. Mist felt her heart skip a beat,
"Heath!" She exclaimed running up to him and pressing her muzzle deep into his chest fur, "I thought I would never see you again!" feeling his warm fur against her as they greeted each other made her forget about the cold, windswept moorland she had awoken to. Heath took a step away from her making her aware of her surroundings once more. "Wh-where are we?" she questioned the dark gray wolf. Heath sat down curling his thick gray tail around himself and fixing his dark blue eyes on her. He moved his mouth as if about to say something; Mist felt the area around her getting colder, her eyes were fixed intently on him as she waited for an answer but none came. Heath was fading, she could see the moorland beginning to show through him as he began to disappear. "No!" Mist cried out leaping forwards, "don't leave me here! Don't go!". Mist awoke with a jolt. "Only a dream?" she thought getting to her paws. As real as it seemed of course it was a dream Heath was dead. Mist felt as though the cold wind that chilled the moor was now chilling her heart, the dream had stirred up many old memories. Laying back down resting her head on her paws she let out a deep sigh and closed her eyes. A warm breeze swept into the den and past her ear and as it went past Mist swore she heard Heath whisper "This will not be the last time we meet, I'll be wandering, wandering with the sky".

"What do they mean it is time?" Fern thought feeling the fur along her spine stand on end as she stared into the eyes of the figures that had just emerged from the undergrowth in front of her. On one side of her was Floe, she had lowered herself to the ground, lips drawn back, showing her teeth, a growl rose in her throat but Fern could see the fear in her eyes. On her other side was Swift, the usually loud mouthed and big headed wolf was now cowering in fear, a slight whimper came from him as he stood frozen with his eyes on the shadowy wolves. Fern knew she had to do something, for the sake of her friends and her pack, the intruders looked as if they were ready to attack so there was no time now to run and get help, they would have to protect their pack. Plucking up all of her courage, Fern stepped forwards. "What are you doing here in our territory?" she said challengingly, her eyes meeting the glowing eyes of the wolves in front of her. She could hear her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for a response. The larger wolf stepped forward and opened his mouth to speak, "We're here to claim territory which is rightfully ours" he growled. The wolves behind him lowered their heads and let out snarls of approval. Ferns eyes widened in fear, this was not what she had wanted to hear. She turned around to face Swift "Go back to the den and warn the others she cried, "Now! She added when the fear struck Swift failed to respond. Swifts confused brown eyes cleared and he nodded and dashed towards the outcrop.
"Look at this" one of the wolves snarled "the little pup is going to lead us to his den" Fern felt fear surge through her, was she leading them to the rest of the pack? "Come back soon Moss" she uttered quietly "I don't know what to do..".
"Follow him!" The biggest wolf growled "If we attack them in their dens there no way they can escape" The two smaller wolves nodded and got ready to follow Swift who was picking his way up the rocks under the outcrop.
"No!" Floe had stepped forward, her teeth were bared and she was eyeing the shadowy wolves, "We're not going to let you take out territory, it belongs to us, we will protect this land …. With our lives"