Obsidian Pack {open, roleplaying thread}

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    The new leaf buds rustled softly above the clearing, casting a net of thread-like shadows over the soft grass. Dens lined the break in the trees, shallow holes dug out and covered with a shell of branches like a tent skeleton. The dens were draped over with nets of ferns to keep out the wind, but mostly the rain. In the clearing there were three of the dens. One large, low one more in the shelter of the trees and woven through with thorns, was the fighters' den. A smaller den, dug deeper into the ground with a stronger wooden structure, was the pups' and the pup-mothers' den. The last den was dug into the mound-like hill at the edge of the clearing, and was the Alphas' den.


    Windstream stretched and yawned, poking her nose through the entrance of the fighters' den. She was happy enough for now; just tired. Her back cracked suddenly, and she sighed. Much better. Shaking the sleep from her head, she sat down in the middle of the camp for no apparent reason. Nothing else to do, really; there was no one awake to hunt with or play-fight.

    The scent of Newleaf drifted to his nose, somewhere farther off he could scent prey. Imagining the rabbits emerging from their holes and deer nibbling on lush green grass, he heard his stomach grumble. He let out a quiet groan, stiff from sleeping he blinked in the dim light. Beside him, Abyss was sound asleep. Knowing it was the worst idea to wake him, especially when he had a serene look on his face. Only the biggest of idiots and the blindest of mice would dare wake him from his slumber.


    Slowly staggering onto all fours, Burnout gaped his jaws into a huge yawn. Blinking, he slipped out of the protection of the den. Seeing Windstream almost immediately, he felt his heart race and a piece of freshkill clog his throat. His body tensed and a warm feeling swept him off his paws.


    The last thing he wanted to do, was to meet Windstream-alone, in the morning of Newleaf.

    Windstream yawned again, aware that the others were waking. She decided to be happy today - it was much too tiring to try holding up a bad mood on a day like this. She swished her tail, wondering if there was much need to hunt today.


    "Alpha Lunar?" she called into the leader's den, hoping she was already awake and that Windstream hadn't just interrupted a good dream. "Should I get a hunting patrol ready?"

    Grumbling in pure annoyance, he flicked his ears. Well, Windstream was a little too considerate. Why did she have to destroy the beautiful atmosphere around them before? He let out a raspy sigh, feeling the presence of Abyss beside him.
    "What? Come to laugh at me?"


    Abyss instead, shook his head and flicked his tail in goodbye, "I'm tired. Go tell Windstream i'm slacking off today." Without waiting for an answer, the black and red male vanished into the covers of the den again.


    Burnout snorted, yeah, leave all the groundwork to me. Pawwork, dirtywork etcetera. Yep, as usual, hunting patrol, border patrol, you name it. Why can't we just miss a few? Miss a few and work on the relationship d*mmit.
    "I'll go." He volunteered, tail drooping and sagging his shoulders. What a great start.


    OOC| Don't worry, it's part of Burnout's character.

    OOC: lawl it's okay I like it so far xD


    IC: Windstream nodded. Getting up, she stretched again, looking around the camp. "Alright," she said in response to Burnout's volunteer. "Dawn, you want to come too?" she asked, looking at Burnout again as Abyss disappeared back into the den. "Where's he going?" she asked.

    Burnout shrugged to Windstream's question, yet another wolf that loved Abyss. "He's tired, so he's going to catch some sleep." You better. He twitched his ears again, before squaring his shoulders and stretching each leg in turn. Tail sweeping the ground he yawned, "Shouldn't we be going?"

    Windstream shrugged, not actually that curious about Abyss. "Sure. Let's head out." Quickly checking that the rope around her tail was still there, she bounded over the fern barrier of the camp, somewhat grateful of the shade from the trees that hid her annoyance. As soon as she was out of the sun, she felt her old self returning. Her face closed, eyes growing cold and stone-like, expressionless. The relaxation went out of her and she tensed up. It wasn't that she was upset about something; this was just her usual self.

    Without waiting for him, Burnout kept his pace behind Windstream. Tailing her, a few tail-lengths behind, this distance was perfect. The shade of the trees made his fur look dappled through the rays of sun, Windstream's speed always amused and surprised him. She really was fast, agile and swift. Each paw placed in perfect position, allowing her to speed to the fullest of her ability. Jumping to a halt, he shook his fur, and glanced around. Windstream was back to her old self.

    Windstream sighed as she ran, not quite happy but relieved that she was back. She had been beginning to think she was losing her mind. Whipping around, she addressed Burnout. "Well? Where do you want to hunt?" she asked, pacing around him and Dawn like a restless horse. "I'm in the mood for a decent chase, if anyone agrees." Her ears flicked around without ever pausing, listening, her tensed-up body ready for anything. She loved excitement, but pretended to be bored with it. Catching Burnout watching her, she bared her teeth at him, her eyes wild but almost playful.

    Nightshade poked her nose out of her den. She hated that shhe was a pup. "Mom! I wana go huntwith them!" She squealed, as she climbed out of the den. As always. her mom pulled her back in.


    "Get some more sleep dear, your too young to hunt" Cooed Nightshades mother.


    Nightshade sat down and, sighing, stared out into the clearing.

    She seemed to have endless adrenaline in her veins. "I don't mind." He yawned, "I just wanna get this over and done with."

    Windstream shrugged. "Suit yourself. I'm going after a trail." Turning, she whipped off again into the woods, quickly catching the scent of a herd of deer. There was blood in the scent, which meant that one of the deer wasn't completely alright, which would mean that the hunt wouldn't be too hard.

    Nightshade wiggled out of the den as her mom turned away. With her nose pressed to the ground, she took off after the hunting patrol.

    Lunar walked out of her den and noticed Nightshade trying to sneak out of camp. "And where do you think your going?"she asked.