Narrative Assessment

Hello everyone!

Over the last couple of weeks we worked on this. It's a assessment around narrative writing. We had to creative a plan for a narrative, write the story, then create the animation biased on the narrative.
 I have almost finished my animation. This is it right now, and I'll work on in the holidays and in week one in term three.

Here's my plan:

Here's my narrative:

Taken

One

I crouched close to the ground. The sun was setting, and the wind was blowing gently. My
ears swiveled to catch the sound of a bush rustling, a rabbit leaping out of its den. I crept
forwards, and the rabbit skittered away. Stupid. I chided myself. That’s the mistake of a
pup. I raced after the rabbit, we can’t be losing prey now. I felt powerful, my strong legs
allowing me to catch up. I pounced, sinking my fangs into the rabbit’s neck. I had the right
to eat it now, as the lead hunter, but I thought of the starving pack, their sunken ribs. I
sniffed the air, searching for the familiar scent of the Light Pack’s territory. A  new scent
wafted around our main camp. The dark pack’s scent, fresh and clear.

I padded in a circle, wondering if I should continue. I stopped suddenly. The dark scent was stale,
showing it was old, perhaps from when I had left to hunt. I ran back to camp, and made it
before dark. The Light Pack was in chaos.

Two

I peered around. Wolves were cowering in their dens. Some had scratches, some were
chewing herbs to help heal bad injuries. I placed the rabbit in the fresh-kill pile, a measly
pile of rabbits and two deer. Not too bad for the amount of wolves I could see. But some
were missing. I couldn’t spot Greeneye, or Mountianleaf. Nor Goldflower. Mountianleaf and
Greeneye were in my squad of hunters. “Whisper.” Lightmoon trotted up to me, looking
desperate. “Lightmoon.” I bowed my head respectfully. 

“Whisper! Where were you?!” Feather, my sister, looked panicked. “I’m so glad you’re safe.”
I smiled at my littermate. “You too, Feather.” I said, burying my snout in her shoulder, the
wolves way of hugging.

“Whisper.” The powerful voice of Lightmoon sounded. “Can we have a word?”

“Sure.” I gave my sister a lick on her snout. “I’ll talk later.”

“I understand you were hunting, but I’ll fill you in. Wolves suddenly burst from the bushes
and trees, their faces smeared with ash. We couldn’t tell if thy were roges, or perhaps a
lone pack-”

“The Dark Pack.” I said, unable to stop myself. “I caught their scent, maybe before they
added the ash to mask their scent.”

“Perhaps. But, Whisper, they took three wolves. Goldflower disappeared in the midst of the
battle. Greeneye and MountianLeaf were dragged away, kicking and yowling. I- I tried to get
them back, but there were too many. I know Greeneye and Mountianleaf were in your
group, Whisper, and for that I am truly sorry.”

I was gobsmacked. An apology from Lightmoon? That doesn’t happen every day. But I
bowed my head and padded off to help with the injuries.

Stream looked relieved to have some help. “Whisper! Glad you're alright. Plenty work, huh?
But seriously, good to see you. Could you help with bites and scratches? There’s plenty of
work to be done there. Thanks!”

I began sorting through herbs, finding the right ones to stop bleeding, fast healing ones,
and a couple more. Crushing some between my jaws, I headed off to the kit den, where
kits and mothers alike were shaking, clearly in shock.

By the time it was pitch black, most wolves were treated. “Many paws make light work!”
Rain had said, and he was proved right. I slowly made my way to my den, where Feather
lay, curled up in a small, heaving bundle of silver fur. I sighed, padding round in circles to
soften the bedding, then lay down, my head on my paws. Just as I closed my eyes, Feather
arose and cured back up next to me, and I was grateful for her support. (and warmth).

Three

The next morning, I was woken by Feather, gently prodding my tail. I twitched it out of her
reach and stood, stretching out my cramping limbs. I nuzzled my sister, told her I was going
to hunt for a bit, and I'd be back soon. I managed to catch a fully-grown deer, a female, and
drag it back to camp before sunhigh. 

When I got back, Mountianleaf stood beside the alpha’s den, panting, his fur mattered with
mud in many places. “Mountianleaf! Where have you been?!” I asked, dropping the doe and
running over. He swayed on his paws and flopped onto his side. I stopped short.
“Mountianleaf?” I forced my legs to move, springing into action. I raced over to his
motionless body, and noticed his eyes had a greenish tinge. “Stream!” I yowled. Stream
ran over,  her tail lashing. “Yes?”

“Moutianleaf collapsed!”

“Mountainleaf? I thought he-”

“Yes, he disappeared. I just got here, and…”

“He collapsed!”

“What happened?”
“Is he dead?”

Mutaple wolves joined in, but Lightmoon yowled “Silence!” and everyone hushed.
“Stream, what do you need to know?”

“Just-”

Then all hell broke loose.

Four

Wolves yelped as, yet again, wolves, faces smeared with ash and mud broke into the
clearing.  I leapt into battle, claws slicing, though I made sure not to kill anyone. Leaping
onto wolves, scratching, and much more finally drove them from our territory. I stood,
panting, my pelt matterd with blood, multiple scratches trickling down my fur. Suddenly
everything went white.

I couldn’t see a thing, I stumbled into gorse bushes and trees, unable to sense my
surroundings. I yowled for help, but I couldn’t see anyone coming. No one to help. I
yelped as I stumbled over a sharp stone. “Whisper!” It sounded like Stream, but who
could tell? “Oh, god Whisper.” Definitely Stream.

“Stream!” I said. “I-I can’t see.”

“Whisper, just follow me.”

“I can’t see.” I yowled louder.

“Oh, yeah. I see the problem. Just move when I move, step when I step.”

“O-okay.” At that moment I was so scared I was shaking, my tail between my legs, but
Stream gave my courage. She pressed her warm body against mine, and we slowly made
our way to what I thought was her healing den. Stream told me to try to get some sleep,
and she’d attend to my injuries when I was sleeping. Slowly, despite the pain, shock, and
horror at not being able to see, I fell into a deep slumber.

The next morning, I opened my eyes, but no images welcomed them. Only the white. It was
horrible, not knowing who was where, and wolves are especially silent. “Oh, good you’re
awake!” Stream yipped. “I left your eyes to last, so you’d have a pleasant surprise when
you woke up.” Stream seemed to smear something above my eye, again, I had no idea
what is was, thanks to my new and improved blindness. “Blink.” Stream said. “Blink,
whisper.” I blinked. “And again.” Blink. “Again.” blink. “Almost there! One more!” I blinked,
harder this time. And peeled open my deep golden eyes. And saw.

Five

I saw the den, soft and sweet, under a berry bush, light trickling through the branches,
dappling the velvety sand floor. The moss under my paws and pelt was deep green, a
beautiful complement to the sandy dirt. The moss was woven with silky dock leaves, and
feathers were twined in between. I was noticing things I hadn’t thought about before, and
just immersed myself in the love of sight. “How?” I croaked. 

“You just had some blood in your eyes, that stops sight for a while, until it’s cleaned up.”

So it wasn’t as bad I’d thought. My mind filled with gratitude for Stream, and I began to
thank her for knowing these things. I stood. “Stream, I’ve gotta go. Thanks for everything.”

Stream smiled. “Your welcome.” 

I limped slowly out of the cosy den and sighed. I’d been so distracted by the horror o
f not being able to see that I’d not noticed my leg seemed to be fractured. Chewed Herbs
were strapped to it with flax, the juices seeping into the sore bone and lean muscle.
Scratches dotted my body, some coated in cobwebs to stop the bleeding. I stumbled
over to Lightmoons den, and made it inside. “Alpha.” I said. “We’ve gotta go after them.”

“Good to see you up and about, Whisper, but no. Not possible.”

“Just me, than.”

“No, Whisper, you’re in no condition to do so.”

“But-”

“It’s been two days. Their trail will be long gone.”

“So? They took more wolves.”

“Whisper-”

“That’s against the wolf code. You can't do that.”

“Clearly, they think they can.”

“Than I’ll tell them they cant. I’ll give them a piece of me.”

“What pieces do you have left, Whisper? You’ve fractured your leg and almost gone blind.
You could have died. Feather-”

A shock went through my body. “What happened to my sister?!”

“Whisper-”

I narrowed my eyes. “Tell me, Lightmoon.”

“I don’t think-” 

“She’s my sister. I deserve to know.”

Lightmoon stayed calm. “Feather was taken.”

“What?!”

“Whisper, you can’t run after them this time.”

“But I have too.”

“No, Whisper.”

“So we’re just gonna lie down and let them walk all over us? We’re not going to fight back?”
“Whisper, we simply can’t. None of our wolves are in any condition to do this.”

“ I’ll run away if I have to.” That probably didn’t help my chances.

“Whisper, I can understand your feelings-”

“No, you can’t.”

Emotions boiled up inside me, regret, anger, sadness, guilt. “I should have been there.”

“No, Whisper. It’s not your fault.”

“But it is.” 

“No. Whisper, you will rest for two moons. Then, you can hunt for three. Only after that will
I let you leave, with a group of wolves.”

I wanted to argue, to leave sooner, but I could tell this was my only chance. “Yes Alpha.” I
said. “Thank you for your time and wisdom.”

“Your welcome, Whisper. Be careful.”

Six

I withstood those five moons easily. The Cuts and scratches heal quickly, especially with
the correct herbs. The fractured bone took longer, but healed nicely. I was able to run, just
as fast as before, in a few moons. Then it was time to leave. The thought of seeing Feather
again… it ripped me to shreds. Thinking of my sister was the thing which kept me going.
Finally, I decided to meet up with Lightmoon. I walked over to her den and we talked for a
while, then she told me to help her pick some wolves for the journey- and for getting back
the captured wolves. 

We eventually agreed on five strong wolves, Frostleaf, Summerfur, Thorn, DappeledFern
and Oakfur. So that was five wolves. Plenty for a quest to rescue wrongly taken wolves.
And so we set off. Summerfur and I were good friends, so we chatted a bit on the way.
Then I turned a corner suddenly, everything started going wrong. “No.” Oakfur said.
“This is the right way.” He pointed his paw at another path. I shook my head. “Oakfur,
this way is correct.”

“Who died and made you king? Oh wait, your sister might have died because you weren't
there to protect her.”

My eyes burned with tears. I growled at him. “Get out. Away from my pack-brother and
sister if your going to be like that.”

“Out? To where? Your little mission failed, Whisper. I’ve got you surrounded.”

That's when wolves burst from bushes and behind trees. I tensed, ready to pounce on
whichever one attacked first, but Oakfur clearly didn’t want a fight. “Oh, the great Whisper!
Your pack raved about you! Not guess what? Their invincible Whisper, their prized
possession is betraying them. Oh, how that will hurt!”

I wasn’t paying him any attention until he said I’d betray my pack. “Why the sudden change
in loyalty, Oakfur?” I spat. “You’d never beat me in a fight.”

“What, a skrarny half-grown female? I’d beat you easily.”

“Than Prove it.” I knew Oakfur was strong, but he was all talk, no guts. “Scared, Oakfur?”
I knew he might best me in a fight, but I couldn’t back down now. And neither could he. If
he backed away, he’d seem weak and unworthy to be leader. If I won against him, same
story. But if he won... No. I refused to think like that. He’d insulted my litter-sister, in a way.
I wouldn’t let that go down easily. And then, without any warning, he lept at me.

Seven

Oakfur landed on my back, paws between my shoulders, claws out.I felt blood, sickly
and warm trickling down my back. I rolled over, forcing him to let go or be crushed.
Then I pounced on him, claws digging into his pelt. I snarled and snapped at his leg,
but he twitched away. He lept at me again, and I simply dodged, allowing him to slam
into the ground with such force I heard a crack. I couldn’t help wincing internally. That
would be painful, but he’d betrayed the Light pack. My Pack. I put two paws on his chest
and snaled, “I win. Now leave my pack in peace.”

Oakfur’s tail was between his legs. I snapped at his throat to tell him he was lucky to be
alive, and removed my paws. “I’ll be back.” He said, and I simply laughed. He looked
startled.

“No.” I said. “You’d be too scared.”

And, clearly, he was. Oakfur’s tail was between his legs, and his paws were shaking as
he turned and walked into the forest. The other wolves followed, leaving only two, who
growled a warning and left. 

I glanced at my group of wolves. “You okay?” 

“We should be asking you that.” Summerfur said. “And you’d say no, and let us heal you.”

“We’ve gotta keep moving though.” I replied. “We need to get there soon. If they tell the
Dark Pack…” I trailed off. The possibility of life had plummeted. A lot. “We’re dead meat.”
Thorn said ominously

“That's one way to say it.” Agreed DappledFern.

I noticed Frostfur was silent, and looked in his direction. Frostfur was lying on his side,
panting. I ran to him, laying my tail across his face, trying to detect breath, but no air
stirred the fur. A tear rolled down my snout, dripping onto the crispy leaves. Frostfur
was dead.

My legs went numb, and I slumped down next to him, the fur on my face soaked with salty
water. Frostfur. Memories flowed through my head. Frostfur teaching my to pounce,
teaching me how to kill my prey. Frostfur. Dead. The two words simply didn’t match. 

A gentle nudge in my back jolted me out of memories, back into reality. Summerfur had
poked her snout into my fur. I looked up at her, then struggled to my paws. “We need to
keep going.” Thorn said. I looked at him. Trust him to be logical. “But he needs a proper
burial!” I replied. “We can’t leave him here!”

“He have to. If it makes you feel better, if we survive, on the way back, we’ll bring him
home and give him the burial he deserves.”

“Fine.” I said. “Let’s just go. For Frostfur. 

“For Frostfur.” They murmured, and we set off.

Eight

Eventually, we reached the Dark Pack camp. It was dark and gloomy, with ominous
trees which loomed over the sun.  It seemed damper and colder than it was, and I
shivered in the shadows. “Right.” I said. “You see that shelter over there?” I pointed
my tail to a couple of fallen trees, but, sadly, I couldn’t see who was inside, as the
opening was draped with leaves and branches. I peered closer, and noticed a few
strands of bright golden fur. Goldflower. “Yep.” Summerfur whispered. I nodded. “Good.” 

“Hey, Whisper just whispered. Whisper the whisperer.” Dappeledfern said, Grinning.
Even Thorn cracked a smile. That  wasn’t something you’d see everyday. I was glad
DappeledFern was lightening the mood, even if she was making fun of my name.
I smiled. “Okay, so, Ill-”

“You’ll what?” A voice came from the darkness of the trees. I looked over, suddenly on
high alert. 

“Who’s there?” I asked.

“Wrong question.” The voice replied, and a sleek silver wolf stepped into the sunlight
trickling through the branches. I peered at the she-wolf through narrowed eyes. “The
right question, than?”

“What are you going to do? Clearly, “ She looked me up and down, “You are from the
Light Pack. You aren't welcome in the Dark Pack, Or should I say, the pack in power.
“ She said. 

I growled at her. “We have business here. It does not concern you.” I flicked my tail at
my containous, who were tense and ready to spring. “So go.” I said.

“Oh, I’m going to take order from you, Miss Light Pack. Their Alpha, i assume?”

“Me?” I asked, astonished. “I’m simply leader of our hunters.” Too late, I realised I’d let
too much information slip. I snarled at her. “Oh,  leader of the hunters? What do you hunt
for? Lives?”

Another wolf stepped out from the shadows, their pelt was deep brown, and I noticed their
fur was streaked with gray. An Elder. “Shadow, that's enough.”

The silver wolf, Shadow, narrowed her bright green eyes. “I’m sorry, Graystipe. Should
I clean your ticks? Would you be less cranky, Grandma?”

I was shocked her clan let her act like this. If someone like this was in our pack, we’d
throw them out. Disrespecting the Elders was usually the last straw.  Then you were
kicked out. But if the dark pack kept Shadow, surely they were desperate. I sighed.
“Our business has nothing to do with you. So leave us alone.”

“But, my dear.” The Elder counteracted. “It does concern is. We want to help you.”
I looked a Shadow disbelievingly. She nodded. “Yeah. The things Eclipse has done…
They cannot be excused. He broke the wolf code many times. Too many. Eclipse doesn't
deserve to be Alpha. Your Alpha… She deserves to be Alpha.”

I nodded in agreement. “Yes.”

Shadow looked at me calmly. “So… What business do you need to have done?”

Nine

I snuck toward the fallen trees. My dark pelt blended into the shadowy forest.
Slowly, quietly, I slipped into the shelter. I couldn’t believe my luck, but Shadow
murmured, “Most of the camp is on our side. They’ve agreed to turn a blind eye.”

I dipped my head in thanks. Shadow flicked her tail. “Lets go onwards, Whisper.
There’s two guards, but I’ll distract them. When I tilt my ears to the right, sneak inside.
Then free your friends-”

“How do I get them out?”

“The wood is rotten along one side. Its almost rotted way, I was the only one to notice it.
If I was loyal to Eclipse, I’d tell him. But-”

“You’re not.” I said, reading myself to sneak inside. Shadow nodded. 

“And remember, be careful. Don’t let them make any noise.”

“Okay.” I said. “Lets go.”

And on that note, Shadow turned and padded into the shelter.

It was dark and damp inside the fallen trees. I squinted into the gloom and made out
Goldenflowers’s dimly glowing fur. Before they noticed me, I heard a tiny, “mew?” Of a
pup. I was dumbfounded. A wolf pup. It was a beautiful reddish-brown with dark brown
eyes. Two others came out, one with deep blue eyes another with emerald green. All of
them had rust- coloured fur. “Gods above.” I muttered. “Who was carrying pups?”

Greeneye stepped forward. “I- Whisper!”

“Sush.” I said. “I’m here to get you back to Light Camp.”

“I-I was carrying pups. I didn’t know.”

“Who-”

“I Don’t know. But, if your here to get us out, then lets go.”  Greeneye seemed eager
to leave.

“Whisper!” Feather stepped forward. “I knew you’d come.”

I buried my snout in her fur. “We’ve gotta leave.”

I peered around the room, searching for the rotten wood. Then I saw it. Coated in moss,
and dotted with holes, it was obviously about to collapse. “Okay.” I said. “We push
through that rotten part. Then we run, as fast as we can.”

“But what about the pups? I-”

“I’ll carry them. On my back.” It wouldn’t be ideal, but it’d have to do.

I crouched down, and Greeneye nudged her pups onto my back. “Hold tight how.”
She told them. “Dig in your claws.”

Goldenflower push through the rotting wood, and stepped into the sunlight for the
first time for moons. I slipped through the gap, and the others followed. “Right.” I said.
“Now we run.”

I sprinted along the mossy ground, slipping dangerously with the unbalanced pups on my
back. I glanced back at the wolves behind me. So far, we hadn’t been spotted. So far.
They’d see us soon, but judging from the Dark wolves I’d seen, they wouldn’t be able to
catch up. Unless- unless the ones who took Feather were out hunting… or asleep.
We just needed to be quiet, and we’d probably be fine. I hated things resting on probably. 

We raced through the forest, our paws thumping into the damp grass. I felt so powerful.
Naturally, that’s when everything went wrong. We’d been spotted. The Dark Pack tore
towards us, darting through the trees, snapping and growling. I yelped and ran faster.
The pups on my back whined in horror, so I guessed they were getting close. I heard a
loud yelp of pain, and Greeneye thumped heavily onto the forest floor. A dark brown wolf
looked pleased with himself, and lunged, jaws snapping, for her neck. A bone snapped in
her neck. Greeneye stopped thrashing. She lay still and silent. My horror at her death
spurred me on. I ran faster, not allowing myself to cry.I promised myself I’d take care
of the pups. I’d look after them. I’d ensure they were safe. I’d raise Greeneye’s pups
as my own.

And so I sprinted, racing over the forest until I could smell the Light camp. My relief was
immediate. But not all was over. I was tiring, and the Dark wolves wern’t even winded.
I slowed when I reached the edge of the Dark pack’s territory. The Light pack camp wasn’t
too far away, but I couldn’t make it without being torn to pieces. I bounded up a tree,
however unnatural it felt. The tree swayed, almost snapping in half, and I leapt onto
another tree branch. Recovering my balance, I peered at the next tree. At least one
meter. A long lope to make it, but maybe I could. My friends had followed me up the
tree, and were skittering on a thick branch. The Dark Pack were below us, snapping
at our tails. I climbed higher, my claws digging into the tree. Closing my eyes against
the wind, I brought my attention to my breathing. And jumped.

 Ten

I sailed through the air, paws outstretched. And felt solid wood beneath my paws.
I’d made the leap. I streaked through the foliage, and leapt for the next tree. And the
next. And the next. Then I jumped for another tree, and misjudged the leap. I got two
paws on the brach, and scrabbled at it. I clawed at the bark, and eventually, I got back
onto the branch. Then I arrived at my camp, and turned and snarled at the Dark warriors,
and sprung to the ground. I landed with a thump and growled at the Dark pack who were
patrolling the edge. “I win.” I told them. “So go.” I turned and padded closer to the Light
Pack camp. 

A heavy body slammed into my side, knocking the pups off. “Run!” I told the pups. “Find
Lightmoon and tell her what happened!’

“Whos lightmoon?” One asked.

“A wolf a white pelt and blue eyes. You’ll find her.”

The pups sprinted off, and I bit my attacker. “You are on enemy ground. You won’t win.”

“Sure about that?”

Suddenly there were hundreds of Dark wolves, and none looked kind. All were growling
and snapping at us. I knew we wouldn’t win, maybe two  hundred to five. But I knew one
thing would help. I raised my muzzle and howled.

The howl echoed around the forest, and Light wolves began to fill the clearing behind me.
Three hundred of them, and none were here to welcome our visitors. Lightmoon stood
beside me, and I dipped my head respectfully to her, and took a step back. “No, Whisper.”
Lightmoon said. “Fight by my side.”

I stepped forward, growling at the black-fured Dark Alpha. “Eclipse.” Lightmoon said. “It’s
been a long time, brother.”

I almost gasped. Eclipse was Lightmoon’s brother? Questions ran wild in my brain. What
happened to make them so different? Were their parents Dark or Light? Were they rouges?
A lone pack? “Yes, Whisper, we were litter-mates. We had a family. E lived in the Dark
pack. Then Darkmoon betrayed us. She started saying we were better than this. Even
though this was all we had. Then, when father died and left me the throne, Darkmoon, oh,
wait. I’m sorry. Did she change her name to Lightmoon? Lightmoon left. Broke Mother’s
heart. “ Eclipse sneered at Lighmoon. “Then she founded the Light Pack. Any rouge woves
could join. The Dark Pack was the pure pack.” Eclipse looked at Lightmoon and I,
pure hatred burning in his deep silver eyes.

“You talk about being pure, brother, but you’re anything but. You murdered our father
in cold blood and took the throne. I heard fathers yelp and I ran into his den. He lay on
his side, blood creating a red pool around him. His last words were- were ‘I love you,
Darkmoon. You will do great things. You will become Alpha of a great pack. You will rule
over the forest. You claim your pack is pure? Wolves I took in deserved a second chance.
You don't.” Lightmoon looked fiercely at Eclipse. “You’re no brother of mine.” She swished
her tail, and I glanced behind us. I’d noticed movements between the two packs, and I
realised Dark wolves were coming to the Light pack, joining our ranks, snarling at their
once Pack-brothers and sisters. I noticed Shadow growling deep in her throat at a brown
wolf with a white under-pelt. 

Suddenly, Eclipse lunged at Lightmoon. I lept at Eclipse’s second in command,
a yellow-gold wolf with dark silver eyes he dodged.. The yellow wolf snarled, “I have the
pleasure of knowing your name, Whisper.” He said, pouring venom into the two syllables
as we circled. “So you must have the pleasure of knowing mine. I’m Goldpelt, and you
won’t survive fighting me.”

His words carried so much persuasiveness I almost believed him. He-Goldpelt, was big
and muscular, and I was small and skinny. But I had lean muscles, and I thought much
faster on my feet.. I’d be much faster than him. Goldbelt lunged at he, eyes full of hunger.

 I slipped away from him, though I lashed my tail around his legs and he thumped heavily
to the ground. I took my chance and jumped on his chest, but he wasn’t there. Goldpelt
had slipped away, and got to his paws. I growled at him. “You won't win this. Back down
now, and I will consider giving you mercy. Attack again, and I will be forced to fight.”

Goldpelt snarled at me. “Never.” He swiped a paw at my head, but his claws raked my
snout, and blood bloomed from the scratch. I ducked under Goldpelt’s next attack, and
slid under his legs, bouncing to my paws a few steps from him. He looked mildly annoyed.
“Come here and face me, like a real wolf. Or are you too soft?”

Anger rushed up my throat like molten lava. I lept at him, knocking his stocky body to the
ground. I snapped at his stomach, and ripped out a chunk of fur. Goldpelt pushed me off
him, and I was caught off balance, and he placed his paws carelessly on my chest,
snapping his teeth into my skull. I yowled in pain, spots dancing in front of my eyes.
My claws scraped along Goldpelt’s side, and he was pushed off me. I bit his paw at
his rolled, and he yelped, slamming into the forest fur, blood smearing the grass.
Goldpelt tried smacked me across the snout, but I anticipated the move and ducked. I
lunged at his front paw, and ,once again, he thumped onto the ground. I lept onto his
chest and heard a snap as a bone in his back broke. Goldpelt writhed in pain, and I
suddenly felt sorry for him. But he’d forced me to kill or be killed. “I’m sorry.” I told him.
“But You left me no choice.” I bit his neck, and he died quickly, with less pain.
“You died as a warrior.” I whispered, bowing my head. I gently closed his silver-gray
eyes and stepped back. Then I noticed the battle raging around me.

Lightmoon was pinned to the ground by Eclipse. I slammed my body into him, but
Lightmoon narrowed her eyes at me and said, “This is a fight of the Alphas. You
can’t interfere, but thank you, Whisper.”

I nodded and rushed off to help Shadow, who fought like her name, only faster and
harder to see. I leapt onto the brown wolf she was fighting, and Shadow killed him with
a bite to the neck. “You died a warrior.” She told the corpse. “I honor you in battle. Thank
you.”

“Hey, Whisper. Uh, thanks, I guess.” Shadow seemed grateful. “We’d better go help
gray-stripe.” She pointed her tail at the Elder who struggled beneath a pile of squirming
wolves. I snapped at the wolves, and they quickly dismantled and I flushed them towards
# Shadow. Shadow and I sprinted through the battle, helping other Light wolves. Eventually,
the Dark Pack retreated, and they raced from the clearing. Lightmoon howled in victory,
and we joined in. Our triumphant howl flew around the forest, echoing through the trees
and filling our hearts.

By Annelise

Lastly, Here's my animation so far. Sorry its not finished, but I'll get it done! (Click on the link to veiw it)

Taken