Board Thread:Clubs/@comment-44390494-20200109205641/@comment-24.64.54.30-20200131221555

'''Chapter 3 Hunger. '''

'''I am woken by the chirp of twitterers. My father used to call them twitterers. I sigh and slowly make my way to the outside of the cave. I snap out of my dad’s lesson on twitterers when my stomach abruptly rumbles. I need food. I pull myself to my feet, my muscles and joints aching and I make my way out of the cave feeling alert and tired at the same time. I begin to trek through the dew covered forest. The bushes flicker increasing my already intense warriness. The rose bushes attract me like an insect with their sweet smell. I lean over to smell the wet flower. The prickly thorns meet my nose and I jerk out of the thorny bush. I groan with annoyance and pain as I try to pull a thorn out of my paw. The thorn comes loose letting a small stream of blood flow. Wincing, I lick my wound. A smell suddenly  leaps in the air. The scent of prey. I drop down flattening myself to the ground as I take cover behind a bush. A young deer leaps into the opening and eats the remaining patches of grass. I pounce onto the deer but the deer quickly dodges and I land on the hard packed earth. The deer begins springing away but I began chasing it, limping. The game of cat and mouse had begun. The deer veered to the left and I stumbled into a tree. I take a shortcut through the trees. The sharp leaves and bushes scratch me as I deliberately try to squeeze through the pines. Then I veered to the right and caught the startled deer by the neck. I then bite down. The deer struggles and finally goes limp. I feel satisfied with my catch as I did it with a slight aching in my paw and drag it around as I try to find shelter. I padded through the forest occasionally snacking on my kill. Thirst begins to overtake me. After about 3 hours of wandering around I say out loud “I give up”. I collapse in the mud and close my eyes. Then my brain clicks and I say aloud “YOU NEED WATER TO MAKE MUD!!!!”. I trek again and I catch a glimpse of a giant glimmering pond. I dash through the dense trees and bushes towards the fresh water and will myself to take small gulps. The fresh sweet water feels cool, flowing in my parched dry throat. Thunder booms and reminds me that I need to find shelter. I think about a warm dry cave with my family. My heart felt warm and content. We eat a delicious meal and the warmth spreads through my body. My daydream ends as I finish off the remaining deer as the first drop plummets on my head. Coldness spreads through me killing all the warmth, shocking me back to reality, the truth. The rain drop is followed by a series of cold beads of water. In less than a few minutes it is pouring and the night makes its way into the view. I shiver. Giant raindrops plop on my matted, tangled fur. My fur and bones feel numb as I drag myself forward to nowhere. My head aches like something is banging pieces of sticks in my head. I close my eyes, feeling a warmth slowly spreading like a blanket, but a thunder bolt stops the warmth once again. '''

'''Opening my eyes slowly I spot a fuzzy light in the distance. I walk towards it hesitantly. As I near the light I realize that the light is coming from a Flint toadstool. My older brother, Viro told me that Vidables grow them and live in them. I abruptly stop “I know the names of my family, BUT WHAT IS MY NAME???”  I begin to freak out, my head is pounding and my heart is in my throat. Slowly, I calm myself by telling myself that my name did not matter because there was nobody that would call me by my name. I pull myself together and I broke into a run towards the toadstool, hoping that the Vidable there will be hospitable. Suddenly, something giant pounced on me, toppling me over. I saw a flurry of light and dark brown fur. The smell of the beast’s breath was hot and horrible. It’s fur was untamed and tangled and felt way rougher and scratchy against my lightly tangled, soft fur. The beast’s eyes were red  and wild. It looked like a mad bull, but worse. I manage to move my paw from the beast’s grasp and scratch it’s putrid red eye. It cowers and covers it’s eye with a paw, a low moan escaping from his mouth. When the beast uncovered it’s eye, I saw a mass of red on his eyes. The rain washes the blood from his face. I look at his eye and see a giant red line etched on it’s skin. He runs at me making a loud growl and madly scratches my left ear and my neck, then he sends me to the ground with a single paw. I felt a searing pain connecting from my neck to my ear. I could not react. I was too exhausted and I could barely lift my left paw. I willed myself to get up and I stagger. The beast started to charge at me. My muscles are sore and I limped towards him. He sends me to the ground once again and pounces on me. My reflexes automatically react and my paw swats the beast’s eye. The beast backed away and screeches slowly, disappearing into the forest. I feel the screech echo in my head like the clatter of pots and pans. My ear and neck are covered in blood, my head spins. My breathing is slow and raspy. “Am I dying?” I ask myself and somehow I manage to stay calm. I try to keep my eyes open but an overpowering sense of drowsiness overcomes me. I blink slowly, I blink again. I see two small, yet large eyes. My vision turns black.'''

-wolfnight