Biography
Whitepelt huffed, annoyed. She still couldn't understand why Brokenfang had passed her over in favor of Snowstorm. Whitepelt narrowed her eyes, studying the lithe Medicine wolf. She was pretty enough, with agile paws and a sharp mind, but she couldn't hunt or run fast enough to keep up with big prey animals. She turned her head away and walked into the forest, her tail flicking irritability. She broke into a run, not knowing or caring where she was going. She finally stopped at the edge of the territory, and she collapsed, exhausted. She lay flat and still, drifting off into a restless sleep. She jerked awake, hearing a branch crack loudly somewhere around her. "Who's there? I'm not afraid of you!" She growled loudly. A tall, white wolf with black brindle and glowing violet eyes stepped out of the bushes, his ears back uncertainly. "Hawkfeather? I haven't seen you since... well, it's been awhile," Whitepelt exclaimed, her fur laying flat again. He smiled back, his familiar scent calming her. "Look I know I'm not allowed to be here. But my leader is planning an attack on your Pack. I had to warn you," Hawkfeather said gently, moving closer to her. "Hawkfeather... You could be in big trouble for this. We're Betas. What if Crowstar finds out we were mates?" He smiled at her, his ears flopped back carelessly. "So what? I'm his son. He won't kill me. The worst he'll do is banish me, and leave me some scars as an example." Whitepelt sighed. "I missed you. Life has been so hard in my Pack. Aera and Ellessa keep asking who their real father is; I can't keep making excuses. It's getting harder to keep it from them." Hawkfeather nodded, his eyes heavy with sadness. "I'm sorry. I know it's hard." Whitepelt smiled up at him. "Well... As long as I have you, I know it'll all be okay."
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