Hawthorn, the lonely rogue

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    Hawthorn wove between the trees, his dark brown pelt shone sleek over hard muscle. He had been outcast from his pack for being different and now walked a different path. He sat at the stream's edge and sat down, babrely aware of the scarred reflection staring back at him.

    Cloudcall paced through the clearing. She stopped and looked around her sleek perfect white head shining in the bright morning sun. She shook her fur after awhile and totted forward. She maneuvered along the thick trees making her way to the water. Once there she bent down and drenched her thirst.

    He got up and continued walking until he bumped heads with a pure white she wolf.

    Cloudcall yelped jumping backwards then she bristled "Hey! Watch where your going!"








    Ooc: Do not be offended its her personality ;)

    "Well sorry if you're walking around without watching where your paws go!" Hawthorn snarled and bristled slightly.

    Cloudcall narrowed her eyes "I was getting a drink until you ran into me" she sniffed and then took another lap of water.

    "Ugh, if your going to poison the stream like that I might as well go hunting." he grumbled, tail held high.

    She snarled looking up "Its called smelling the air dummy, and since you did not know that maybe you can't use yours!"

    "Maybe you should use common sense not to come onto another pack's hunting grounds." he growled, stalking off into the trees.

    "Oh really, then where's your pack? Off hunting without you or did they leave you because of your attitude?" he asked, sitting in the shadows.

    "I'm guessing you didn't have an Obea like normal packs." he snorted.

    "You know, the she wolf that takes all of he misfit pups to an inhabited area and kills them off?" he asked, eyes glinting.

    Hawthorn snorted and padded into the woods, flicking his ears towards Cloudcall.

    He stalked forward and sniffed the air. It smelled of musk leaves. Mmm... Elk he thought. He padded forward, thinking about his every pawstep.