Purpose (a wolf/warriors fanfic)
Feb 2, 2021 18:27:23 GMT -5
Post by Shadowrunner on Feb 2, 2021 18:27:23 GMT -5
another story I made a while back, it's partly inspired by warriors like the "Star-speaker" thing is like Stoneteller from the mountains anyways here it is.
Prologue
The old wolf sat up in his den. Surrounded by his pack-mates in their warm den, he stood up slowly, his old age making him slower, and looked around. He was the oldest wolf in the pack, and therefore was given the role of star-speaker. The star-speaker is always the oldest wolf in the pack, as their pack believed the oldest would easily be able to communicate with the stars, or the spirits, due to the fact that they are most likely closer to dying than the others. The star-speakers job is to listen to the spirits of their ancestors. If something bad is about to happen, the spirits often send prophecies or clues. They sometimes get prophecies directly through dreams, or sometimes its smaller hints like patterns in the real world, or strange reflections in puddles. The star-speaker was highly respected and was often looked to for advice by the alpha couple, although the star-speaker has their own name, everyone calls them Star-Speaker, like how you would address the leaders of the pack normally as Alpha’s. The star-speaker walked outside to feel the cold tundra breeze on his face. He sat down on a rock and relaxed. The sun was just rising and the rest of the pack was asleep. “Why have I woken up so early?” he thought, he normally was the last to wake up, why was it different now? He then realized how thirsty he was, and walked over to the nearby river. But when he looked in he didn’t see his own face. He saw the face of an eagle! He looked behind himself to see no eagle and when he looked back his own face was back. Once he drank some water the eagle showed up in his reflection again, but then it morphed into a lion, a deer, and then back to himself. He was so confused, was this some kind of prophecy, or was he finally going crazy from old age.
Chapter 1
The star-speaker decided to go back to sleep, he was tired and he honestly didn’t think he got enough sleep the night before. When he awoke again it was nearly mid-day and everyone was up. “That’s more like it” he thought to himself. The morning hunt was already back, so he got up and went to their prey pile to grab a piece. He sat down and ate with his best friend, River. They both chatted happily until they finished eating. Star-Speaker was just a bit older than River and River was probably going to be the next star-speaker. “Hey want to go out and hunt something” Star-speaker said. “Are you able to? I’m on the normal hunting team but do you still have the strength to hunt?” River said, worried. “No problem I’m fine, besides I need to stretch my legs” Star-speaker said.
They went out and sniffed the air. After a bit of walking River scented some deer. They started sneaking up behind the deer and when the deer noticed they attacked. They tested each deer for weakness and eventually found an old week one. They bit down hard and killed it. Star-Speaker gasped for breath, “Boy that was tiring, let’s drag this back to the den eh?” he said. River nodded and they started to bring it back. But suddenly Star-Speaker saw something out of the corner of his eye. A human! And it was pointing its big stick at River! It held its stick at eye level and then started to pull back on the switch thing. Star-Speaker barked, trying to warn river. But it was too late. He couldn’t get out of the way fast enough. Star-speaker still had time, he tried to push River out of the way but a human web was thrown over him. He growled and howled and barked at the humans, he dragged himself towards River’s dying body and tried to keep the humans away. But before he knew it he heard another bang. A jolt of pain went through his entire body. But then it went away after a second. He couldn’t feel the pain. He couldn’t make any noise. He couldn’t hear anything. He couldn’t feel anything. All his senses had been paralyzed, even his sight. All he could see was black but suddenly some light came into view. He closed his eyes, knowing he couldn’t do anything to stop his imminent death.
Chapter 2
The Star-Speaker opened his eyes again. “What happened? Shouldn’t I be dead” he thought. He looked around to find his surroundings unfamiliar; he was surrounded by what he assumed were eagle chicks… he yelped, only for it to come out as a chirp. He realized he was at eye level with them. He was an eagle! It was just like what he had seen in the river, an eagle had been where his reflection should have. He must have died and been reborn, but why? He had been warned of this by the stars so it must be important, this happened for a reason or else the stars wouldn’t have told him. He heard an eagle screech and saw it coming down. “That must be the mother”, he thought, “Well I guess it’s my mother now”. It came down with food and they all ate, Star-Speaker ate reluctantly though, as eagle’s fed their chicks by chewing up the food for them, so it was rather gross. He had to figure out what was going on but he couldn’t figure anything out from this nest. He would have to wait until he grew up. He also realized that since he had died as a wolf, he wasn’t the Star-Speaker anymore. He would probably get a new name in this life but too him, he would always be his original name. Named for his dark gray coat as a wolf, with streaks of white along it, his name was Storm.
Chapter 3
A few years had passed, Storm was now old enough to leave his nest permanently, and he was ready to go find answers. He nuzzled his eagle siblings and his mother, having grown quite attacked to them during his time here. And he flew away with his siblings. Storm wondered what he was looking for, why he had been reborn and sent a prophecy about it. He wondered why. He looked around to see if there was anything interesting and in the distance he saw something familiar. He saw a tundra far away, and he began flying to it. As he got closer he realized he was right, it was familiar. It was the tundra he used to live at. It was his packs home. But he couldn’t go to the den; they would surely attack him thinking he was after the cubs. He decided to explore, thinking there must be a reason for why he was reborn so close to home. He searched and saw something strange, and unfamiliar. It wasn’t a natural thing. It was a human den. Worse than that, it was a base of some kind. He flew in closer and looked in one of the strange clear blocks to see... he gasped.
Wolf pelts. Hanging across the walls he saw the pelts of wolves that had been taken off their bodies. He looked at them all in horror when suddenly his eyes landed on one in particular… his own. He stared in horror and fear, seeing his own wolf pelt hung up on a wall like that, it was too much. He flew away after that. And now had a new understanding of what his new goal was supposed to be. He had to stop the humans. Or else they would destroy his entire pack.
Chapter 4
Storm paced in circles, trying to think. How could he help his wolf pack if he was an eagle; they wouldn’t even understand what he was saying! He thought for what felt like years when something hit him, literally. It hurt and he looked at his wing to see something on it. It looked feathered at the end but the tip was pointy, like a claw. He guessed it was a human thing but by the time that registered to him as bad it was already too late, and he was falling down. Storm tried to hang on, thinking that if he died now he wouldn’t be able to help his pack. But he couldn’t. The last thing he thought was of how the reflection in the river had shown more than just the eagle. And then it all faded away.
Storm opened his eyes again and looked around to see he was surrounded by lion cubs, and to his other side was a female lion. “Here we go again” he thought, and began drinking some milk from his new mother. As the years went by his life wasn’t too bad, actually, he would have said life as a lion was good! But he still needed to save his pack. But there was one problem in that plan. See it just so happens that lions live in packs too that they call prides. And Storm wasn’t sure he was going to get a chance to leave anytime soon.
Chapter 5
More years had passed and Storm was now a full grown lion. He had to find some way to leave the pride. But the only way he could think of was to get banished. He knew he would never live this down no matter what life he was in and that the pride would probably talk about him forever. But he had to cause some real trouble. But no matter what he thought of he couldn’t think of anything to get him banished that wouldn’t hurt someone else in the process, and he was not going to hurt his pride-mates. Storm decided the best course of action would be to run away, but how. He decided to make a plan. He waited until night.
Once it was night Storm got up, he snuck out of his den very quietly and narrowly avoided stepping on EVERYONES tails. But he managed. Once he was out he simply had to sneak out of the territory undetected, he knew the routes the night patrol would take so he could do that, now it was a question of where everyone would be at night, some of the lions might have decided to stay up late. He snuck out as quietly as possible but in the end was caught. By the best friend he had made in the pack, Leo. “What are you doing?” he asked, and Storm struggled to find an answer. He eventually came to the conclusion he would come clean, mostly. “I… I’m sneaking out, I just can’t stay here, I want to see the world, to explore it, so please… don’t tell anyone?” Storm said, he waited for an answer from Leo and finally Leo sighed “… Fine, but just understand that I’m only letting you do this because I want to do the same but I’m not brave enough, I’ll cover for you if anyone notices you’re gone” and he started walking away, but Storm stepped forward “wait!” he said. Leo turned around and tilted his head questioningly, Storm leaned forward and licked Leo’s head, “Thank you” he whispered, and then walked away.
Chapter 6
Storm walked out of the camp, he was finally free. He had to figure out how to communicate to his pack that they needed to find a way to stop the humans, but how. Maybe he could scare the pack away and they would move to find a new, safe place to live. But would that work? He doubted it, as his pack had lived in that den for many years, and he doubted they would give it up that easily. Storm decided to try anyways, so he began searching for his old den.
Eventually he found it, his old den; he recognized the smells and everything. But in the distance he saw he was too late. He saw the humans coming towards it, lots of them. All going to the den with all their weapons, prepared to kill every last one of the wolves. Storm ran as fast as he could to the den and got there before the humans could. He roared, and ran in; he pretended to bite at the wolves, trying to scare them away. But all they did was attack. Only the pups and elders ran away. They attacked Storm when suddenly they stopped, backing up to the wall whimpering. Storm turned around to see the humans lined up with their weapons. They aimed their weapons at the wolves and some of them aimed at Storm too. Storm ran towards the humans, biting and growling, hissing and attacking. The humans realized Storm was a priority to kill, as he was the only aggressive one. Storm looked to see them all cornered by two humans. They had gotten partly injured while attacking Storm, as he had to make sure they didn’t kill him. And were too weak to attack because of it, Storm shook off the humans he was fighting and ran at the humans surrounding the wolves. He would not let his pack die. He growled and hissed at the humans, and even killed one of them. The wolves looked at each other in confusion,” why was this lion protecting them, was it going to eat them afterwards” they were probably thinking. Suddenly he saw a wolf run into the entrance, an elder who had decided to be brave enough and come help her pack. Storm recognized her immediately. It was his mother. She was still alive even after all these years. She was too old though, she wasn’t going to be able to defend herself. Storm snapped at the last human attacking his pack, sending it running back to its home. And Storm ran towards his mother, who was being surrounded by the humans, who realized she would be an easy kill. Storm roared at the humans and attacked them all. He wouldn’t let his mother die, not that easily. He killed every human that was around her. She backed away from Storm afterwards, eyes wide with fear. He wanted her to know it was him, he wished there were some way to let her know. “Mom, it… it’s me, Storm, your son.” He said, hoping maybe she would somehow understand, even though he knew she couldn’t. Storm tried to think of some way to let her know and thought of something. When he was a pup he would always sneak out and catch his mother the same thing, a vole from near the river. He ran out, hoping he could find one. And he did. He killed it and carried it back to the den, hoping maybe she would understand. He dropped it at her paws and nudged it towards her like he’d always done. And a look of realization crossed her face. She spoke, and the only reason storm could understand her was because he had once been a wolf too, “Storm… is that you” she asked. He nodded, and he saw his mother was about to cry. Storm licked her face, happy she recognized him. But he knew he couldn’t stay with her, as he was now a lion and she was a wolf. He rubbed against her face and then started to walk away. When he was farther away he looked back at her with sadness, only to see something strange. One of the humans, the one he had chased away, was pointing its stick at his mother. Storm yowled as he ran to his mother, but she didn’t notice the human. He had to save her, and as the human started to shoot his pebble from the stick, he jumped in the way, stopping it from reaching his mom. “Storm!” his mother shouted as the pebble landed in his skin. He roared in pain, and struggled to stand, but before he fell he managed to bite the human and kill it, so it wouldn’t hurt the rest of his pack. “Storm! No!” His mother shouted, but Storm was losing blood fast. He licked his mother’s nose, and then all his vision faded away. I did it Storm thought, I saved my pack. And then it all faded away. The last thing he thought was of how after the Lion in the reflection there was a deer, and then himself again.
Many Years Later
A wolf pup was born. He looked around and saw his mother, and snuggled her. He had dark gray fur with white flecks in it, and seemed to have memories, memories that weren’t his, but also were. He had memories of an eagles life, and then a lions life, but also of a deer’s life, and a life before those, of another wolf, who was the Star-Speaker of the pack, who had sacrificed himself many times, just to save his pack. His mother nudged him, and spoke quietly “I’ll name you….”
Storm
Prologue
The old wolf sat up in his den. Surrounded by his pack-mates in their warm den, he stood up slowly, his old age making him slower, and looked around. He was the oldest wolf in the pack, and therefore was given the role of star-speaker. The star-speaker is always the oldest wolf in the pack, as their pack believed the oldest would easily be able to communicate with the stars, or the spirits, due to the fact that they are most likely closer to dying than the others. The star-speakers job is to listen to the spirits of their ancestors. If something bad is about to happen, the spirits often send prophecies or clues. They sometimes get prophecies directly through dreams, or sometimes its smaller hints like patterns in the real world, or strange reflections in puddles. The star-speaker was highly respected and was often looked to for advice by the alpha couple, although the star-speaker has their own name, everyone calls them Star-Speaker, like how you would address the leaders of the pack normally as Alpha’s. The star-speaker walked outside to feel the cold tundra breeze on his face. He sat down on a rock and relaxed. The sun was just rising and the rest of the pack was asleep. “Why have I woken up so early?” he thought, he normally was the last to wake up, why was it different now? He then realized how thirsty he was, and walked over to the nearby river. But when he looked in he didn’t see his own face. He saw the face of an eagle! He looked behind himself to see no eagle and when he looked back his own face was back. Once he drank some water the eagle showed up in his reflection again, but then it morphed into a lion, a deer, and then back to himself. He was so confused, was this some kind of prophecy, or was he finally going crazy from old age.
Chapter 1
The star-speaker decided to go back to sleep, he was tired and he honestly didn’t think he got enough sleep the night before. When he awoke again it was nearly mid-day and everyone was up. “That’s more like it” he thought to himself. The morning hunt was already back, so he got up and went to their prey pile to grab a piece. He sat down and ate with his best friend, River. They both chatted happily until they finished eating. Star-Speaker was just a bit older than River and River was probably going to be the next star-speaker. “Hey want to go out and hunt something” Star-speaker said. “Are you able to? I’m on the normal hunting team but do you still have the strength to hunt?” River said, worried. “No problem I’m fine, besides I need to stretch my legs” Star-speaker said.
They went out and sniffed the air. After a bit of walking River scented some deer. They started sneaking up behind the deer and when the deer noticed they attacked. They tested each deer for weakness and eventually found an old week one. They bit down hard and killed it. Star-Speaker gasped for breath, “Boy that was tiring, let’s drag this back to the den eh?” he said. River nodded and they started to bring it back. But suddenly Star-Speaker saw something out of the corner of his eye. A human! And it was pointing its big stick at River! It held its stick at eye level and then started to pull back on the switch thing. Star-Speaker barked, trying to warn river. But it was too late. He couldn’t get out of the way fast enough. Star-speaker still had time, he tried to push River out of the way but a human web was thrown over him. He growled and howled and barked at the humans, he dragged himself towards River’s dying body and tried to keep the humans away. But before he knew it he heard another bang. A jolt of pain went through his entire body. But then it went away after a second. He couldn’t feel the pain. He couldn’t make any noise. He couldn’t hear anything. He couldn’t feel anything. All his senses had been paralyzed, even his sight. All he could see was black but suddenly some light came into view. He closed his eyes, knowing he couldn’t do anything to stop his imminent death.
Chapter 2
The Star-Speaker opened his eyes again. “What happened? Shouldn’t I be dead” he thought. He looked around to find his surroundings unfamiliar; he was surrounded by what he assumed were eagle chicks… he yelped, only for it to come out as a chirp. He realized he was at eye level with them. He was an eagle! It was just like what he had seen in the river, an eagle had been where his reflection should have. He must have died and been reborn, but why? He had been warned of this by the stars so it must be important, this happened for a reason or else the stars wouldn’t have told him. He heard an eagle screech and saw it coming down. “That must be the mother”, he thought, “Well I guess it’s my mother now”. It came down with food and they all ate, Star-Speaker ate reluctantly though, as eagle’s fed their chicks by chewing up the food for them, so it was rather gross. He had to figure out what was going on but he couldn’t figure anything out from this nest. He would have to wait until he grew up. He also realized that since he had died as a wolf, he wasn’t the Star-Speaker anymore. He would probably get a new name in this life but too him, he would always be his original name. Named for his dark gray coat as a wolf, with streaks of white along it, his name was Storm.
Chapter 3
A few years had passed, Storm was now old enough to leave his nest permanently, and he was ready to go find answers. He nuzzled his eagle siblings and his mother, having grown quite attacked to them during his time here. And he flew away with his siblings. Storm wondered what he was looking for, why he had been reborn and sent a prophecy about it. He wondered why. He looked around to see if there was anything interesting and in the distance he saw something familiar. He saw a tundra far away, and he began flying to it. As he got closer he realized he was right, it was familiar. It was the tundra he used to live at. It was his packs home. But he couldn’t go to the den; they would surely attack him thinking he was after the cubs. He decided to explore, thinking there must be a reason for why he was reborn so close to home. He searched and saw something strange, and unfamiliar. It wasn’t a natural thing. It was a human den. Worse than that, it was a base of some kind. He flew in closer and looked in one of the strange clear blocks to see... he gasped.
Wolf pelts. Hanging across the walls he saw the pelts of wolves that had been taken off their bodies. He looked at them all in horror when suddenly his eyes landed on one in particular… his own. He stared in horror and fear, seeing his own wolf pelt hung up on a wall like that, it was too much. He flew away after that. And now had a new understanding of what his new goal was supposed to be. He had to stop the humans. Or else they would destroy his entire pack.
Chapter 4
Storm paced in circles, trying to think. How could he help his wolf pack if he was an eagle; they wouldn’t even understand what he was saying! He thought for what felt like years when something hit him, literally. It hurt and he looked at his wing to see something on it. It looked feathered at the end but the tip was pointy, like a claw. He guessed it was a human thing but by the time that registered to him as bad it was already too late, and he was falling down. Storm tried to hang on, thinking that if he died now he wouldn’t be able to help his pack. But he couldn’t. The last thing he thought was of how the reflection in the river had shown more than just the eagle. And then it all faded away.
Storm opened his eyes again and looked around to see he was surrounded by lion cubs, and to his other side was a female lion. “Here we go again” he thought, and began drinking some milk from his new mother. As the years went by his life wasn’t too bad, actually, he would have said life as a lion was good! But he still needed to save his pack. But there was one problem in that plan. See it just so happens that lions live in packs too that they call prides. And Storm wasn’t sure he was going to get a chance to leave anytime soon.
Chapter 5
More years had passed and Storm was now a full grown lion. He had to find some way to leave the pride. But the only way he could think of was to get banished. He knew he would never live this down no matter what life he was in and that the pride would probably talk about him forever. But he had to cause some real trouble. But no matter what he thought of he couldn’t think of anything to get him banished that wouldn’t hurt someone else in the process, and he was not going to hurt his pride-mates. Storm decided the best course of action would be to run away, but how. He decided to make a plan. He waited until night.
Once it was night Storm got up, he snuck out of his den very quietly and narrowly avoided stepping on EVERYONES tails. But he managed. Once he was out he simply had to sneak out of the territory undetected, he knew the routes the night patrol would take so he could do that, now it was a question of where everyone would be at night, some of the lions might have decided to stay up late. He snuck out as quietly as possible but in the end was caught. By the best friend he had made in the pack, Leo. “What are you doing?” he asked, and Storm struggled to find an answer. He eventually came to the conclusion he would come clean, mostly. “I… I’m sneaking out, I just can’t stay here, I want to see the world, to explore it, so please… don’t tell anyone?” Storm said, he waited for an answer from Leo and finally Leo sighed “… Fine, but just understand that I’m only letting you do this because I want to do the same but I’m not brave enough, I’ll cover for you if anyone notices you’re gone” and he started walking away, but Storm stepped forward “wait!” he said. Leo turned around and tilted his head questioningly, Storm leaned forward and licked Leo’s head, “Thank you” he whispered, and then walked away.
Chapter 6
Storm walked out of the camp, he was finally free. He had to figure out how to communicate to his pack that they needed to find a way to stop the humans, but how. Maybe he could scare the pack away and they would move to find a new, safe place to live. But would that work? He doubted it, as his pack had lived in that den for many years, and he doubted they would give it up that easily. Storm decided to try anyways, so he began searching for his old den.
Eventually he found it, his old den; he recognized the smells and everything. But in the distance he saw he was too late. He saw the humans coming towards it, lots of them. All going to the den with all their weapons, prepared to kill every last one of the wolves. Storm ran as fast as he could to the den and got there before the humans could. He roared, and ran in; he pretended to bite at the wolves, trying to scare them away. But all they did was attack. Only the pups and elders ran away. They attacked Storm when suddenly they stopped, backing up to the wall whimpering. Storm turned around to see the humans lined up with their weapons. They aimed their weapons at the wolves and some of them aimed at Storm too. Storm ran towards the humans, biting and growling, hissing and attacking. The humans realized Storm was a priority to kill, as he was the only aggressive one. Storm looked to see them all cornered by two humans. They had gotten partly injured while attacking Storm, as he had to make sure they didn’t kill him. And were too weak to attack because of it, Storm shook off the humans he was fighting and ran at the humans surrounding the wolves. He would not let his pack die. He growled and hissed at the humans, and even killed one of them. The wolves looked at each other in confusion,” why was this lion protecting them, was it going to eat them afterwards” they were probably thinking. Suddenly he saw a wolf run into the entrance, an elder who had decided to be brave enough and come help her pack. Storm recognized her immediately. It was his mother. She was still alive even after all these years. She was too old though, she wasn’t going to be able to defend herself. Storm snapped at the last human attacking his pack, sending it running back to its home. And Storm ran towards his mother, who was being surrounded by the humans, who realized she would be an easy kill. Storm roared at the humans and attacked them all. He wouldn’t let his mother die, not that easily. He killed every human that was around her. She backed away from Storm afterwards, eyes wide with fear. He wanted her to know it was him, he wished there were some way to let her know. “Mom, it… it’s me, Storm, your son.” He said, hoping maybe she would somehow understand, even though he knew she couldn’t. Storm tried to think of some way to let her know and thought of something. When he was a pup he would always sneak out and catch his mother the same thing, a vole from near the river. He ran out, hoping he could find one. And he did. He killed it and carried it back to the den, hoping maybe she would understand. He dropped it at her paws and nudged it towards her like he’d always done. And a look of realization crossed her face. She spoke, and the only reason storm could understand her was because he had once been a wolf too, “Storm… is that you” she asked. He nodded, and he saw his mother was about to cry. Storm licked her face, happy she recognized him. But he knew he couldn’t stay with her, as he was now a lion and she was a wolf. He rubbed against her face and then started to walk away. When he was farther away he looked back at her with sadness, only to see something strange. One of the humans, the one he had chased away, was pointing its stick at his mother. Storm yowled as he ran to his mother, but she didn’t notice the human. He had to save her, and as the human started to shoot his pebble from the stick, he jumped in the way, stopping it from reaching his mom. “Storm!” his mother shouted as the pebble landed in his skin. He roared in pain, and struggled to stand, but before he fell he managed to bite the human and kill it, so it wouldn’t hurt the rest of his pack. “Storm! No!” His mother shouted, but Storm was losing blood fast. He licked his mother’s nose, and then all his vision faded away. I did it Storm thought, I saved my pack. And then it all faded away. The last thing he thought was of how after the Lion in the reflection there was a deer, and then himself again.
Many Years Later
A wolf pup was born. He looked around and saw his mother, and snuggled her. He had dark gray fur with white flecks in it, and seemed to have memories, memories that weren’t his, but also were. He had memories of an eagles life, and then a lions life, but also of a deer’s life, and a life before those, of another wolf, who was the Star-Speaker of the pack, who had sacrificed himself many times, just to save his pack. His mother nudged him, and spoke quietly “I’ll name you….”
Storm