The Day of Peace{Open}

[Lunar Moon]

It was day. The time when there was a treaty. How wonderful, eh? Moon frowned as she led her pack into the clearing of the Plateau, and she already saw her enthusiastic pack rushing to meet up with their twins or just play games with others. Sadly since Moon wasn't a lower rank, she had to just lay down and watch many young wolves playing. She watched, interested, at a small game of tug of war. There were three rebel hunters against four royal mothers. Moon could see that the mothers were getting tired, but the alpha couldn't blame them. One of them had recently given birth to newborn pups. But if she was playing, then where were her pups? Oh no. She ran extremely fast over to the mother, "Where are your pups? You should be back in camp, they were born just today!" Her bark made the mother lower her head in shame. Moon saw she had clearly offended the new mother, and her harsh bark turned into a reassuring one, "You are a new mother, and it was only a mistake. I'm sure that they're fine. Say hi to your twin, then go back to camp and take care of them." The wolf nodded, depressed, and walked over to a wolf that looked like her. They both spoke for a few moments, and soon the she wolf left the camp, but she looked a bit happier.

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OOC Comments: Someone please join me!

[Poison Arrow]

Can't help myself I keep
Playing with
.FIRE.

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It shall strike only those whom the sun touches; the Spore, tiny, plain, secretly deadly, that only grows on the side of the Mountain where there is always light. It shall strike those who go near it, and only those. We shall not be hurt. And then the Rebel's cause will ring true; I know how to do it. All the Royals shall be gone. No fighting, only instant death. And then he will see. He will see that I am worthy to be his mate, and we shall rule the whole of the Mountain together. One great pack...
Rose Thorn's eyes snapped open. Carved on the ground before her was exactly the idea that had run through her head, and her heart was pounding, multicoloured irises sparkling with malice. But she didn't want that! No, the Royals were opposing them in an eternal war, yes, but... Not wiping them out! And so cunningly... The faintest whimper escaped her lips and she blinked rapidly for a while, trying to calm her own evil excitement.

Glancing around, Rose Thorn checked no-one had seen the rough drawing of the Mountain, the sun on the Royals' side as it always was, the mushroom, tiny dots all up that side, and then, a little way away... She flinched at her own intricate mind's cruel work; hundreds of dead stick-wolves, carved in the dust. How could she do all this when she wasn't even thinking!? And she wiped them from the dust with her tail, eyes shining with tears now. Why was she like this? Why was she so full of horrible plans?

It's who you're made to be, Rose Thorn...
No.

The white wolf stood up abruptly, legs trembling, and hurried away from the place of her previous lying down. She was on the Plateau, it was midday, and the sun she had earlier prescribed to be the Royal-killer was right above her head. Her twin was nowhere to be seen, but she knew Rose Throne would be around - the excitable, girlish gossiper of a Royal Middle-wolf was always happily chatting to someone or other, be they Alpha, Beta, Fighter, Hunter, or unfortunate pinned-down butterfly.
And the previous was in no mood to look for her twin.

She looked around a little sadly. There were a few 'games' going on - Bone-Crunchers over there, plenty of Walks. She watched one of these for a little while, a fairish match between Rebel fighters - they were all being quite good-natured with eachother, though still leaving scars and blood should one fail - however she soon grew bored. Being a Hunter, Rose Thorn had no reason to join in one of these violent dare-tests, though she was quite good at the calmer Bone-Crunchers. But few would play with her; her memory was brilliant, and many often thought it was unfair that she was so good, aswell as her over-the-top attacks when another failed. Well, they were supposed to be training eachother - she was just joining in...
There were apparently no games of Dead Dog on today. She liked that one, watching the young wolves try to sneak up on one another. But no pups were allowed near the dangerous Plateau, and there weren't many fun things going on in Rebel Camp, though she heard it was active in the Royals', so there were rarely any on that she could watch.

So instead the white wolf, with the red bracelet around one leg and her purple back legs and ears, sat down and closed her eyes, feeling bored. But she couldn't let her subconscious wander...

You could never tell what Rose Thorn's mind could come up with if left unmanaged...

*&623!

~Rose Thorn.