Kaze
04-04-2007, 11:27 PM
Due to a sudden spark of creativity and rereading a lot of the Warriors series by Erin Hunter, I had the idea to bring a few ideas together in order to create a new fanfiction.
The main character is Whiteash, a teenage Absol who wants little more than to break away from her family group to set out on her own. With a distrustful mother and all-too-curious siblings, this is a task within itself. To make matters more interesting, Iceray, an old friend, arrives as he suddenly finds himself without a home. As she battles with her mother to let him stay with the family, Whiteash needs to find out Iceray's dark past. She soon finds herself traveling on a shadowy path carved by secrets as she gains her wish of leaving the family behind. She and Iceray have felt the beginnings of a disaster...one so powerful, it is as if the world will come to an end... Yet, as more secrets are revealed about her friend, how is Whiteash able to trust him on the journey?
It's in first person (wow...I'm getting used to writing like that :3), and it's probably going to be rated at least high PG for violence. For those of you who like the evil twists I throw to my suffering characters in the Shadow Trilogy, you'll like this. *does the evil Kaze laugh*
One
I blinked as the sunlight shone down in waves of heat from the bright sky above. The trees had thinned in that area of the mountainous territory. Rocks jutted out from cliff sides, creating natural shade from the strong summer heat. The wind blew past a copse on a flattened area of brown stone and dirt, rustling the green leaves. The unmistakable scent of prey wafted to my nostrils, and I tensed. There was a flash of brown and cream in the bushes ahead, and I dragged myself forward, licking my lips. The Zigzagoon had scurried when I first saw it, but I had finally caught up. I rocked back onto my haunches, waited for the pitter-patter of zigzagging steps to come closer, and finally leapt.
A squeal of surprise came from the bush as my claws scythed through open air. The raccoon Pokémon turned and bristled after narrowly escaping my large paws. Its brown eyes wide with fear, it backed up and finally pivoted, scrambling up a tree. I lifted myself up onto my hind legs, scratching anxiously at the bark as I watched my prey. It growled, its harsh, spiky fur sticking up to make itself seem bigger. However, there was no need; I had turned around with a sigh and padded off.
Summer had come early in the mountains, and food was plentiful. I knew that I had to work as hard as I could in order to feed my family. While Absol weren’t very social, we stuck in family groups when times were rough. Lately, that had been often.
My paws dragged on the ground as I listened for the trickle of water. A great river that cut through the stone had turned into a small stream due to the intense heat. I lowered my head for a drink and paused at the sight of the Absol staring back at me. I admired the long curve of the black horn on my head but also frowned at the child still lingering in the dark face. I was a teenager, as my species went, but I longed to be an independent adult. I bowed my head to lap up more water, my shoulders sagging in a sigh. It wouldn’t be much longer before I went out on my own. That’s what my mother, Snowflower, always said, and she’d jokingly add that she couldn’t wait to finally have peace and quiet with me gone.
I turned up to the mountain path and trotted across the dirt. I knew that I should’ve found something else to eat, but there was a cache full of earlier catches nearby. I lifted my nose to the wind and ran quicker until I found the mound of dirt. Pawing aside dead leaves and soil, I uncovered the dirty and bloody feathers of a young Taillow. I picked up the blue bird in my jaws and scurried south for home.
A stretch of pine forest sheltered the family. I headed past several trunks, squeezed through an empty space through a giant fallen log, and then lifted my head when I caught sight of the tangle of thorns and plants that surrounded our living area. I stretched and finally brushed aside some ferns with a paw. The clearing stretched out ahead of me, and a few black faces lifted to look at me. I smiled at the familiar rows of garnet eyes and padded forward with the dead Pokémon hanging from my mouth. I dropped it into a pile of other bodies and turned to look at my mother.
The old Absol had beautiful fur and an elegant body, but a scar parted the fur along her grey muzzle. One of her eyes was milky white and sightless, the other rich red, sparkling with pride as she gazed at me. Mother finally dipped her head in greeting and murmured, “Welcome home, little one.” I smiled but was a little flustered by her formality; she only sounded this reserved when something was troubling her. She paused momentarily then continued, “We will have a guest. He comes from the far north.” Her eyes closed, and I realized after a confused heartbeat that she was finished and was dismissing me.
“Hey, Whiteash!” a pair of young voices called.
Two young Absol scrambled toward me on awkward and clumsy paws. I purred affectionately at their excited barks and lowered my head to the smallest’s eye level. The male pup had dirty white fur and a mischievous gaze; he was nearly a teenager. The female was a lot younger, innocence reflected in her wide, pink eyes. An Absol was born with these light pink eyes, and the color darkened into rich red with age.
“Winterhawk, Rosedew,” I yipped in greeting, touching my nose to each pup’s in turn.
“What’d you catch, Ash?” Winterhawk, the male, asked, using my informal name.
“Just a Taillow,” I said, embarrassed at my failure to get the Zigzagoon
“Just a Taillow?” gasped Rosedew, her eyes huge. “Didn’t it try to fly off?” She changed the subject before I could answer. “You’ll never guess who is coming over,” she added with a mischievous smirk, flashing already sharp white teeth. “We just got news of him. Aunt Snowflower wasn’t too happy when she heard his howl.”
“Mom is almost upset,” Hawk whispered, looking at his paws. “It’s a hot summer, and prey’s scarce. She doesn’t want to spare much when he comes, but he hasn’t told us the reason that he was coming.” I watched the fur along his spine stand on end and nodded understandingly. As always, Mother was thinking of our family, first.
“Who is it?” I asked impatiently, a growl in my tone.
My brother stared at me for a long time. “I don’t remember him, but Mom said that you would.” He kneaded the ground eagerly with his paws, his tail ticking back and forth in a wag. “Do you know who Iceray is?”
“Oh, Arceus,” I exclaimed hoarsely. Iceray had been a clumsy pup when I had met him—in fact, we both had been—and he was a little older than me. He was orphaned and raised by the family. Mother hadn’t been very sure about him joining us at first, but she finally relented when she realized his parents truly were dead. When we were both still young, no older than Hawk, when he left the group to travel on his own. A few years had passed, and I was surprised that he was coming back. I bowed my head and murmured, “He’ll be very different.”
My cousin smiled but was called back before she could speak. Her mother stared sternly at her until she finally went back to her side in a low crouch. There was still a lot to be done to prepare for Iceray’s return, and I couldn’t take the time to argue for my aunt to let Dew keep talking with us. I gave Winterhawk a tight nod and bounded away to where Mother stood in wait.
I opened my mouth, but her head was cocked, and I closed it abruptly. She was listening at something far off in the distance. I tried to make out the note of the long howl and shivered. Though it was too far away to understand the words, I could tell it was the call of a mature young male. Iceray will really have changed, I thought. I wonder if he’ll remember me.
“Whiteash?” Mother whispered, turning to face me. “What is it?”
“Is there anything I need to do?” I asked quickly. “You know, to prepare for Iceray?”
Mother’s expression darkened at the name, and she averted her eyes. She growled commandingly, “Do as you wish. It will be some time before he gets here.” She paused thoughtfully. “Actually, it would be good if you took Winterhawk to practice hunting. We need all of the prey that we can get.”
“Yes,” I agreed, bowing my head before going to retrieve Hawk.
My brother followed me silently to the entrance of the clearing and scampered out. I led him past a few tall trees and finally paused; something had rustled in the bush nearby. Glad for my almost instant luck, I said out of the side of my mouth, “Can you tell what it is?”
Winterhawk sniffed and frowned thoughtfully. He nodded and replied, “Shroomish, I think.”
“It’s all yours,” I purred. “Watch out for its spores!”
I had to call the last part, because he was already leaping for the bush. He slashed through it and thrust his head forward to bite at the green-spotted mushroom Pokémon. The Shroomish turned sharply to deal him a ram with its head, but he had bitten into its side and was dragging it back. Powder suddenly burst from its body, and I recognized the greenish tinge. As the spores settled on Hawk’s fur, he sneezed and blinked heavily, releasing his catch. He staggered back, his eyelids drooping as the powder took effect.
Sighing in irritation, I dashed forward while the Shroomish was occupied. I sank my claws into it and tugged its round shape back. It cried out in pain and anger, but another slash of my claws ended its life. I leaned forward to sniff it. Its scent of moldy leaves filled my nostrils as I picked it up with difficulty. While the mushroom Pokémon wasn’t nearly as tasty as a more animal-like one, it would do. I set it down to growl at my brother, “Wash your face in the stream.”
Winterhawk lurched to the side and struggled off, fighting the sleep induced by the powder.
Meanwhile, my attention was focused on getting the kill to the group. Trying to open my jaws wide enough to grasp the dead Shroomish, I started to make my way toward the thicket. However, a scent hit me like a battering ram; I whirled around with a challenging growl. At that moment, something as black as pitch slammed into me, and startling fangs buried themselves into my fur. I howled in pain as I writhed to throw the enemy Pokémon off of me, but by the look of determination and hunger that flashed in its eyes, it would take much more than that…
The main character is Whiteash, a teenage Absol who wants little more than to break away from her family group to set out on her own. With a distrustful mother and all-too-curious siblings, this is a task within itself. To make matters more interesting, Iceray, an old friend, arrives as he suddenly finds himself without a home. As she battles with her mother to let him stay with the family, Whiteash needs to find out Iceray's dark past. She soon finds herself traveling on a shadowy path carved by secrets as she gains her wish of leaving the family behind. She and Iceray have felt the beginnings of a disaster...one so powerful, it is as if the world will come to an end... Yet, as more secrets are revealed about her friend, how is Whiteash able to trust him on the journey?
It's in first person (wow...I'm getting used to writing like that :3), and it's probably going to be rated at least high PG for violence. For those of you who like the evil twists I throw to my suffering characters in the Shadow Trilogy, you'll like this. *does the evil Kaze laugh*
One
I blinked as the sunlight shone down in waves of heat from the bright sky above. The trees had thinned in that area of the mountainous territory. Rocks jutted out from cliff sides, creating natural shade from the strong summer heat. The wind blew past a copse on a flattened area of brown stone and dirt, rustling the green leaves. The unmistakable scent of prey wafted to my nostrils, and I tensed. There was a flash of brown and cream in the bushes ahead, and I dragged myself forward, licking my lips. The Zigzagoon had scurried when I first saw it, but I had finally caught up. I rocked back onto my haunches, waited for the pitter-patter of zigzagging steps to come closer, and finally leapt.
A squeal of surprise came from the bush as my claws scythed through open air. The raccoon Pokémon turned and bristled after narrowly escaping my large paws. Its brown eyes wide with fear, it backed up and finally pivoted, scrambling up a tree. I lifted myself up onto my hind legs, scratching anxiously at the bark as I watched my prey. It growled, its harsh, spiky fur sticking up to make itself seem bigger. However, there was no need; I had turned around with a sigh and padded off.
Summer had come early in the mountains, and food was plentiful. I knew that I had to work as hard as I could in order to feed my family. While Absol weren’t very social, we stuck in family groups when times were rough. Lately, that had been often.
My paws dragged on the ground as I listened for the trickle of water. A great river that cut through the stone had turned into a small stream due to the intense heat. I lowered my head for a drink and paused at the sight of the Absol staring back at me. I admired the long curve of the black horn on my head but also frowned at the child still lingering in the dark face. I was a teenager, as my species went, but I longed to be an independent adult. I bowed my head to lap up more water, my shoulders sagging in a sigh. It wouldn’t be much longer before I went out on my own. That’s what my mother, Snowflower, always said, and she’d jokingly add that she couldn’t wait to finally have peace and quiet with me gone.
I turned up to the mountain path and trotted across the dirt. I knew that I should’ve found something else to eat, but there was a cache full of earlier catches nearby. I lifted my nose to the wind and ran quicker until I found the mound of dirt. Pawing aside dead leaves and soil, I uncovered the dirty and bloody feathers of a young Taillow. I picked up the blue bird in my jaws and scurried south for home.
A stretch of pine forest sheltered the family. I headed past several trunks, squeezed through an empty space through a giant fallen log, and then lifted my head when I caught sight of the tangle of thorns and plants that surrounded our living area. I stretched and finally brushed aside some ferns with a paw. The clearing stretched out ahead of me, and a few black faces lifted to look at me. I smiled at the familiar rows of garnet eyes and padded forward with the dead Pokémon hanging from my mouth. I dropped it into a pile of other bodies and turned to look at my mother.
The old Absol had beautiful fur and an elegant body, but a scar parted the fur along her grey muzzle. One of her eyes was milky white and sightless, the other rich red, sparkling with pride as she gazed at me. Mother finally dipped her head in greeting and murmured, “Welcome home, little one.” I smiled but was a little flustered by her formality; she only sounded this reserved when something was troubling her. She paused momentarily then continued, “We will have a guest. He comes from the far north.” Her eyes closed, and I realized after a confused heartbeat that she was finished and was dismissing me.
“Hey, Whiteash!” a pair of young voices called.
Two young Absol scrambled toward me on awkward and clumsy paws. I purred affectionately at their excited barks and lowered my head to the smallest’s eye level. The male pup had dirty white fur and a mischievous gaze; he was nearly a teenager. The female was a lot younger, innocence reflected in her wide, pink eyes. An Absol was born with these light pink eyes, and the color darkened into rich red with age.
“Winterhawk, Rosedew,” I yipped in greeting, touching my nose to each pup’s in turn.
“What’d you catch, Ash?” Winterhawk, the male, asked, using my informal name.
“Just a Taillow,” I said, embarrassed at my failure to get the Zigzagoon
“Just a Taillow?” gasped Rosedew, her eyes huge. “Didn’t it try to fly off?” She changed the subject before I could answer. “You’ll never guess who is coming over,” she added with a mischievous smirk, flashing already sharp white teeth. “We just got news of him. Aunt Snowflower wasn’t too happy when she heard his howl.”
“Mom is almost upset,” Hawk whispered, looking at his paws. “It’s a hot summer, and prey’s scarce. She doesn’t want to spare much when he comes, but he hasn’t told us the reason that he was coming.” I watched the fur along his spine stand on end and nodded understandingly. As always, Mother was thinking of our family, first.
“Who is it?” I asked impatiently, a growl in my tone.
My brother stared at me for a long time. “I don’t remember him, but Mom said that you would.” He kneaded the ground eagerly with his paws, his tail ticking back and forth in a wag. “Do you know who Iceray is?”
“Oh, Arceus,” I exclaimed hoarsely. Iceray had been a clumsy pup when I had met him—in fact, we both had been—and he was a little older than me. He was orphaned and raised by the family. Mother hadn’t been very sure about him joining us at first, but she finally relented when she realized his parents truly were dead. When we were both still young, no older than Hawk, when he left the group to travel on his own. A few years had passed, and I was surprised that he was coming back. I bowed my head and murmured, “He’ll be very different.”
My cousin smiled but was called back before she could speak. Her mother stared sternly at her until she finally went back to her side in a low crouch. There was still a lot to be done to prepare for Iceray’s return, and I couldn’t take the time to argue for my aunt to let Dew keep talking with us. I gave Winterhawk a tight nod and bounded away to where Mother stood in wait.
I opened my mouth, but her head was cocked, and I closed it abruptly. She was listening at something far off in the distance. I tried to make out the note of the long howl and shivered. Though it was too far away to understand the words, I could tell it was the call of a mature young male. Iceray will really have changed, I thought. I wonder if he’ll remember me.
“Whiteash?” Mother whispered, turning to face me. “What is it?”
“Is there anything I need to do?” I asked quickly. “You know, to prepare for Iceray?”
Mother’s expression darkened at the name, and she averted her eyes. She growled commandingly, “Do as you wish. It will be some time before he gets here.” She paused thoughtfully. “Actually, it would be good if you took Winterhawk to practice hunting. We need all of the prey that we can get.”
“Yes,” I agreed, bowing my head before going to retrieve Hawk.
My brother followed me silently to the entrance of the clearing and scampered out. I led him past a few tall trees and finally paused; something had rustled in the bush nearby. Glad for my almost instant luck, I said out of the side of my mouth, “Can you tell what it is?”
Winterhawk sniffed and frowned thoughtfully. He nodded and replied, “Shroomish, I think.”
“It’s all yours,” I purred. “Watch out for its spores!”
I had to call the last part, because he was already leaping for the bush. He slashed through it and thrust his head forward to bite at the green-spotted mushroom Pokémon. The Shroomish turned sharply to deal him a ram with its head, but he had bitten into its side and was dragging it back. Powder suddenly burst from its body, and I recognized the greenish tinge. As the spores settled on Hawk’s fur, he sneezed and blinked heavily, releasing his catch. He staggered back, his eyelids drooping as the powder took effect.
Sighing in irritation, I dashed forward while the Shroomish was occupied. I sank my claws into it and tugged its round shape back. It cried out in pain and anger, but another slash of my claws ended its life. I leaned forward to sniff it. Its scent of moldy leaves filled my nostrils as I picked it up with difficulty. While the mushroom Pokémon wasn’t nearly as tasty as a more animal-like one, it would do. I set it down to growl at my brother, “Wash your face in the stream.”
Winterhawk lurched to the side and struggled off, fighting the sleep induced by the powder.
Meanwhile, my attention was focused on getting the kill to the group. Trying to open my jaws wide enough to grasp the dead Shroomish, I started to make my way toward the thicket. However, a scent hit me like a battering ram; I whirled around with a challenging growl. At that moment, something as black as pitch slammed into me, and startling fangs buried themselves into my fur. I howled in pain as I writhed to throw the enemy Pokémon off of me, but by the look of determination and hunger that flashed in its eyes, it would take much more than that…