Windover Moor

Jasminepaw smiled. She looked to her mentor. She then looked to Jadefeather and Hurricanepup. Dipping her head, she left.

-gorge-

Jadefeather watched as Barkstripe and Jasminepaw left. Hearing them mention the tour of the territory, Jade realised that she hadn't finished showing Sky around. "Do you still want to go and look at the territory?" she asked her apprentice before looking back at Hurricanepup. They'd need to get him back to camp first.

Brokenglare padded in. She spotted the other wolves just a little bit away from her. Im sure it won't mind them im also here..., she thought and began looking for prey. She sneaked up to a rock and looked behind it. Hmm, prey should start moving on around this time, a lot of snow has already melted..., the female thought as she searched small bushes and rocks. After a while she found some mice hiding in some short grass. She crouched and sneaked up to them slowly. Brokenglare focused and striked towards them, resulting in catching two of them. She continued looking around the moors for more.

Jadefeather noticed Brokenglare pad onto the moors and smiled seeing her friend. The light was starting to dim over the territory and as Jadefeather looked up at the sky, she realised that tonight was the gathering. "C'mon guys. Don't want to be late for the gathering do we?" she barked and scrambled to her paws. Giving a swift flick of her tail, she raced off towards Four Trees, the wind blowing in her fur and her paws skimming over the grass.

-Four Trees-

Brokenglare heard Jadefeather mention the gathering and decided to follow. Who would like to be late for a gathering anyway? They always included important news and stuff, she didn't want to miss it again. She smiled and carried the mice with her, they weren't heavy or anything, so she could bring them to the fresh kill pile afterwards.

~Fourtrees~

Crookedjaw walked into the moor. He waited for Brokenglare. He wondered if she loved him. He liked her though.

Brokenglare trotted happily into the moors. She looked around the place for Crookedjaw, and walked over to him as she saw him. "Oh there you are.", she said as she came over to him. She sat down and looked at him. "When do you wanna start hunting?", she asked.

Brokenglare watched fascinated at the male. "Wow, that was fast!", she said. After smiling for a little, she heard some wings flapping. She looked up and saw a sparrow. As it landed on the soggy ground of the moor, she crouched down. "This is how I hunt.", she said quiet and sneaked up on the sparrow. She striked quickly and caught it in the last second before it flew away. Yes, I did it!, she thought happily. She then showed the prey to Crookedjaw. "It was not be as fast as you, but I caught it.", she said and smiled happily.

"You did good. When I hunt other wolves think I won't catch it. But after they see me hunt they are speechless." He smiled at the fae. She was kind of like him. He had respect for this wolf.

Brokenglare smiled happily. "They probably think like that because of your jaw.", she said. "But as long as it is usable it won't be any problem, you are very skilled, though.", she continued. Crookedjaw was a nice wolf, he didn't simply walk past her like many others did daily. He spoke to her, he even accepted hunting with her. Maybe she wasn't as awkward and different as she had thought?

"I showed them though. WHy are you always on the outside? I mean you are such a kind wolf. Who wouldn't want to hang out with you?" He wondered about that. She was always alone. "I have to say if you get a little more faster you could be one of the fastest hunters in the clan." He ment it to. He lived by one rule. Never undered estimate a wolf.

A little light sparked up insided Brokenglare as Crookedjaw mentioned her loneliness. "Well, I have no idea about why I'm so often alone, I've always just thought the others might have been too busy with other stuff...", she answered in a little empty tone. He even said she was fast. There was something about him she liked, he didn't seem to think else of her due her weird nature and usual loneliness.

He licked her ear. He wanted to be kind to this wolf. She had a lone past like him. He looked at her. "Don't be feel left out. When some one brings you down. Join them no matter what they say. Being different is fun!" He looked at the fae.

Brokenglare felt warm on the inside as he licked her ear. She understood he tried to be kind to her that way. She smiled an unusual normal smile instead of her awkward one at him. His words were very touching to her. They both were kind of unusual and different, which made it easier to understand each other. "If you say so...", she mumbled and looked at him.

"Let me see that smile that you have been telling me about." He looked at her. He saw a normal smile but wanted to see her other smile. He sat down infront of the fae. He had feelings for her.

Brokenglare looked up at at Crookedjaw. She smiled awkwardly just as before. "You mean this smile?", she asked in a playful tone and chuckled a little. Crookedjaw was a little weird, but she thought that was a nice thing, he said being different is fun, anyway.

"That is it. That is an amazing smile!" He liked this wolf. He was going to ask her something. "Do you like any one?"

Brokenglare felt kind of weird as he called her smile amazing, but she liked the feeling. As he asked her about her relations she searched her mind. Why is he asking me this? Does he have interest in me? It can't be..., she thought confused. "Well, I don't really have any interest in the other males...", she answered after some seconds of thought. No-one seemed of the other males seemed very attractive to her, or maybe she was just not mature enough to find interest in others? She was not sure about Crookedjaw, but he was nice to her and all, so she thought more around it.

He whispered in the faes ear,"I think I have an intrest in you." He liked this wolf. She was a kind wolf with good intent. He though about it the fact that she didn't have an intrest in any males. THis could be good or bad.

Brokenglare was suprised as he whispered he might like her. A male liking me? Is he trying to trick me? Is he lying?, she thought to herself. I can't really imagine Crookedjaw lying, is this actually for real?, she continued thinking. She felt that weird feeling again, was it love? She couldn't decide for sure, making her answer simply. "W-well, that's nice."

He looked to the moon. "It looks like a full moon. We should go soon. You know that your pelt looks like the moon?" He looked at the fea. "Meet you there!" He ran off to the four trees.

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Brokenglare stood still for a moment after he left, just simply watching him run towards the Fourtrees. My pelt...like the moon?, she thought to herself. She still had that weird feeling, but it still felt weirdly good. Was she really in love with him? Anyway what answer layed waiting for her, she walked calmly after. She didn't want to miss a gathering.

~Fourtrees~

She leapt up her long legs making her huge, way bigger than any wolves. She stopped and began snufling around, her jowls thick with saliva. Finding the plant with the golden flowers she attacked it and began chewing it loudly. holding the paste in her mouth she looked about for Flick. her heart in her mouth.