Fallen Wolves #1: Dark Stars, Katie Radgowski [classic books for 12 year olds .txt] 📗

the pinecone in his teeth, carefullly so he didn't crush it. The Pups on the boulder patch, who were now on the sideline, cheered loudly. Fang could see Misty in the crowd, her sage like eyes glowing as she howled cheerfully. 

 Fang landed on his paws. The blackies were advancing, their tongues lolling from their mouths as their eyes glimmered. Fang stepped back then charged forward, soaring above them as his belly fur touched the tip of their ears. 

 The blackies suddenly crashed into the losing team's goalie and the post. They soon were in a pile of black fur, mumbling and groaning in pain. Misty and the other Pups laughed and howled their heads off. 

 Fang was now running toward's the blackie's goal, his team's goal for points. His heart pounded in his chest as he felt as if his paws were smashing into the Earth. He didn't feel heavy or tired. But hungry for victory and cheering.

Fang suddenly heard panting behind him. Giving back a short glance over his shoulder, Fang saw the big blackie from before who hit the pinecone back with his muzzle. The blackie was advancing, panting as his teeth were bared. Fang reconized the blackie as Flint, who was a Full-blood Pup and had a high ranked Carer. Anger soared through him. 

Flint caught up with Fang. Not actually, but close. Fang felt his dewy claws digging into the grass as he pushed his legs harder, trying to run faster. 

 "Drop the pinecone, Half-blood, and you won't get hurt." Flint snarled to Fang as he caught up. Fang felt cold sweat run down his fur, but he ignored it. 

 "Never!" Fang retorted through a mouth-full of pinecone. "You'll have to get me first!" 

 Fang suddenly felt a burst of speed pump into his body. Flint growled an high pitch growl in anger. Fang never felt so alive! 

 His team's goal was in view. The goalie for the blackies was out, since he broke a paw on the first minute. No goalie, easy goal! Fang knew he could prove to the Full-blood's that Half-blood's were just as better if he made this! 

 Suddenly, Fang yelped as he tripped. He didn't know how, but he did. Pain seared through him as he started to fall off the field. 

 Fang felt the whole world go gray and suddenly white. His body shook as he lifted his muzzle back and threw the pinecone. The pinecone flew through the thin air, and if by luck, hit the goal! 

 Flint stopped running and howled in fury. Misty and the Half-bloods cheered as they ran across the field. Fang was lying on his back in the grass, breathing in fresh air quickly but barking cheerfully. 

 Fang found his paws as Misty and the Pups ran over. Misty licked his shoulder blade in a 'congrats' while the other Pups made fanciful cheers. 

 "You were great!" 

  "Awesome, dude!" 

 "We beat 'em!" 

 "You're so great!" 

Fang laughed as he barked to the Half-bloods. "Told you! With some effort, we can be better then Full-bloo-" 

"Fang, get over here this instant! You invalidated the rules of the Pinecone Game! Come to the Infirmary! NOW." 

 Fang and the Half-bloods turned to see Flint, smirking beside the one and only, 

 General. 

 

 

 

  

Chapter 3: Of Secrets, Punishment and Food

"He dishonored our tradition!" Stone snapped to Snowflake in the Infirmary. "If he had a brain, he would know the pure rules of the Pack!" 

 Fang was near Snowflake's belly, burying his head into her soft fur, trying stop the snarling. SO WHAT? He was helping his friends! Did the Fallen Law say that wolves couldn't help their own Packmates at a Pinecone Game? 

 "He's just a Pup!" Snowflake argued back as her tail wrapped around Fang. "I would do the same. You can't blame a small Pup for this!" 

 "Oh, yes you can." Stone growled back. "He's about 5 months old, Carer. Soon, he'll be a Trainee. He should know by now the Fallen Law. When he's older, and he does this, their will be bigger punishments. For now on, he has to clean up the Infirmary with the other Carers everyday until said so." 

 "What?" Fang blurted out as he swished back to face Stone. "That's not fair! I was helping my Packmates. What, now the stupid Law says I can't help my own Packmates?" 

"It's not stupid!" Stone barked back angrily. "It's what tells the difference of what you must follow and what you must not. Such a Pup like you wouldn't understand it by a claw." 

 "Stone, stop being a total jerk!" A dark creamy female wolf, Seed of Plant, short for Seed, snapped as she came over. Seed was the head of Carers, being gentle but always tough at her job. Fang was grateful for her help and by the look of Snowflake, she was too. 

 "Seed, stay out of this. It's just between me, this Pup and Carer." 

 "No. Snowflake is my fellow worker and I will not let her be yelled at, for the least of a pup. General, Fang know's his punishment. Leave my Infirmary. Now." 

 Stone flashed Fang a hard, amber glance as he stalked up the tunnel and out of the Infirmary. Seed sighed as she gazed at Fang and Snowflake. 

 "Thank you, for getting him out." Snowflake finally said at last. "I was afraid he wouldn't ever stop." 

 "Stone is a bit hard when it comes to one of his Packmates breaking a Fallen Law. Trust me, I know." Seed chuckled for a slight moment before she went on more seriously. "Fang, I'm sorry but you must do what he given you for a punishment. He's the General and you must follow his orders." 

 "He's a snobby idiot, that's what he is!" Fang shot back. "Why can't Moon Leader do more things around the hollow except sit in her den, talking about riddles and hunting frogs and lizards?" 

"Fang, sweetie," Snowflake said, a bit aghast like as she licked his ear calmly, "Moon Leader is just... sick right now. The General is in charge for more things. Hopefully, Moon Leader will regain her pawsteps soon. Just... calm down. I'll help you with your punishment, ok?" 

 Fang felt his neck fur flatten. He was calm now... hopefully. But he didn't want Snowflake doing the punishment with him. It was unfair. Snowflake would probably refuse a "no thanks" for an answer, but Fang couldn't be a snotty wolf. No one liked a selfish, snotty wolf. Only independent wolves made it out here in the wild. It's how they survived. 

"No thanks, mum." Fang mumbled. "It's my punishment and I have to take it-" He paused bitterly before he went on-" alone." 

 Snowflake's eyes sparkled with... joyfulness...independence..? Fang wasn't sure, but she was happy. 

 "Fang, you've grown up so fast." She murmured proudly. "Taking your own punishment alone is the most greatest thing a wolf could do. As a punishment you have yourself. But I'll help you on some days, when your tired. Deal?" 

 Fang dipped his head. "Deal." 

 "Now that that's covered, how about we go have some delicous elk legs at the Storage Chamber?" Seed asked. 

 Fang and Snowflake agreed as Seed led them out of the Infirmary. It was dark outside, the sounds of nightime flowing around. The moon shown half of it's light into the hollow. It made Fang feel energetic for some reason. 

 The Storage Chamber was crowded. Many wolves sat in groups, eating their pieces of delicious food as they talked. Fang followed Snowflake and Seed as they made their way through the line. Fang felt his ears flatten as he saw Flint and the blackies sitting together. 

 Snowflake picked Fang a fawn's leg as it was their turn. "Okay, Fang, go sit with your friends but be back at the Infirmary near midnight." 

 "Okay." Fang agreed as Snowflake padded away. Fang quickly made his way over to Misty, who was sitting alone. 

 "Had a good night?" Fang asked her as she gave him a greeting. 

 "Yeah." Misty replied. "Fairly ok. You?" 

"Yeah, mine's was good." Fang said. 

 Fang and Misty were silent for a moment. Misty suddenly gave off a good topic. The Pinecone Game last evening. 

"You were great! You ran like a cat and you jumped like an eagle flying! How'd you do that?" Misty asked as her gaze widened. 

 Fang finished eating the meat. It smoky and flavorful. As he gobbled down the meat, he replied thickly. "Just pure skill. I mean, every wolf will show it once in a while." 

 "Not me."  Misty muttered as she looked away. 

 "Why?" Fang asked, puzzled. "I mean, your doubting it? That's unusual. You probably have a lot of skills, Misty. I bet you." 

 "Promise you'll keep this secret and tell no wolf soul ever?" Misty suddenly whispered urgently. Fang almost reared back from the way her muzzle shoved sharply in his face. 

 "I promise." 

 "Okay, I'm not Bright Lightning Pack blood." Misty admitted quietly. "My mother was from the Cold Shadows Pack while my dad was a rogue. My mother couldn't keep me, so she gave me to my father. Then, my father gave me to Ice of Arctic, my Carer, and she told the Pack that I was the child of her sister, Flower of Field. So yeah, I'm not any blood, actually." 

Fang was silent. Misty? Not from the Pack? WOW. That was new. Misty seemed like a Pack wolf, with her posture, looks and personality. So she was half blood of a rogue and a Cold Shadow member? Strange. He suddenly felt bad for Misty. Not being loved much by her parents. Fang's mother probably didn't care about him, but Snowflake and Storm loved him as if he was Snowflake's Pup and Storm and her were mates. 

 "So yeah, you get the point. Just, pretend I never said that. For our sake." Misty whispered. 

 "Okay." 

 He then realized that the Storage Chamber was quieter. It was midnight! 

 "I have to go." Fang barked as he rose to his paws. "See ya tommorow." 

 "See ya." Misty sighed. Fang flashed her a sympathy like glance. He gave her ear a quick nuzzle before running back to the Infirmary. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 4: The Fight

Fang woke up near Snowflake's belly. The white wolf was laying on her side in the nest, sleeping peacefully. Fang slowly slid from the nest, careful to not wake her. 

 He padded up the tunnel and out into the morning air. It was chilly, the sun rising slowly rising above the trees as the sunlight poured into the hollow. Fang could hear the snores of his Packmates flow from the Dens. 

Fang made his way through the frosted clearing, careful not to step on any large twigs and cracked leaves. He was supposed to meet Misty, one light gray female Pup called Feather and one light brown