The Story of the Stars

Note: This story isn't about cats. It's about coyotes. Dunno why, just wanted to NOT write another cat story. Warriors gets involved in this later in the story.

Hawkey Rawr! LOL 01:23, June 28, 2010 (UTC)

The Story of the Stars

By: Hawkfire98

Tribe of Falling Moon
Star: old coyote covered in scars and piercing orange eyes. Pack leader.

Pack Warriors
Blood: old male coyote

Moonlight: pretty female coyote with soft eyes. Mother of Luna and Slash.

Reed: black male coyote

Rabbit: younger male coyote

Squirrel: young female coyote. Mother of Fang.

Claw: old male coyote

Granite: very young male coyote

Flint: beautiful female coyote with sharp green eyes

Pups
Luna: black female pup with unusual blue eyes

Slash: small male pup with large dark eyes

Fang: large male pup

Tribe of Rising Fire
Yelp: female coyote with long claws. Pack leader.

Pack Warriors
Ginger: old female coyote with large orange eyes

Bird: gray male coyote

Prick: male coyote. Nick's twin brother.

Nick: female coyote. Prick's twin sister. Mother of Thorn, Mud, and Beetle.

Shadow: jet-black male coyote

Slice: old male coyote

Blueberry: young dark female coyote. Mother of Stick.

Pups
Thorn: golden-brown male pup

Mud: brown male pup with large dark eyes

Beetle: black female pup

Stick: male pup.

Basic Dialogue
This story is about a young pup and her brother born into the Tribe of Falling Moon to Moonlight and Star. She is unique among the others and is talked about behind her back. Star, the pack leader, believes that she should be killed. Luna turns for help to an unusual ally when she figures out his plans. Luna may be the bravest coyote in the wilderness.

This story takes place in Abilene, Texas.

Prologue
It was a chilly night after Moonlight gave birth to Star's pups. They already had opened their eyes and were pawing at her belly for milk. She sighed and rested her shaggy head on the ground. What would Star do to her once he figured out that he had pups? Moonlight shuddered at the thought and propped herself up to look at her pups. One was black with unusual blue eyes, whom she had called Luna. The other was shaggy and strong like his father. She named him Slash. Moonlight narrowed her eyes at Luna who was busily beating at her brother with strong paws to get to her milk. Pups should never have blue eyes! It was a bad omen, according to Star. Moonlight wrapped her tail around her son and daughter as they neared her muzzle. It was bad enough for Luna to have blue eyes, but what would Star do to her when he figured out? Slash batted away her tail and explored around the nursery. Sighing, Moonlight rested her bright yellow gaze on the wilderness beyond. Trees hung over every rabbit-length of the ground. The ground was hard and sandy, occationally covered by a ragged plant. They were going through a drought. The Tribe hadn't had rain in three moons. Moonlight batted away her pups and walked out of the nursery to take a walk. It hurt to swallow because her throat was sand-dry. Star called this time, "A time of death." Moonlight batted irratibly at a firefly that had settled in her neck fur. Maybe she should take her pups somewhere else until the rain returned. Her pups would be full-grown by then, hopefully. Moonlight rested her gaze on the Abilene sky. Stars of all colors and sizes dotted the sky and occationally a shooting star would catch her eyes. The moon was claw-shaped, which meant the start of a new moon. Digging her claws into the ground, Moonlight let out a hefty bark that echoed along the field. Cows who were grazing steadily looked up at her call and instantly darted away to let her through. A calf was kicking desperately at the ground, trying to free himself from a bramble caught around his leg. Blood roared in Moonlight's ears. "Blood..." she croaked. Hunger knawed at her belly like a maggot in an apple. Moonlight bared her teeth at the calf's mother who was shouldering her way through to help the struggling calf. The mother let out a bellow and kicked its long, skinny legs at her. Moonlight gasped as the breath was knocked out of her but leaped back to her paws, ready for prey. Enough of this! Foam and saliva dripped from Moonlight's jaws as she leaped at the calf, fastening her long teeth in its neck. The mother let out a roar and stomped her feet to the ground dangerously close to Moonlight, but she didn't care. She spat the calf out at the mother stomped on her tail and whipped around to face her. "This is MY prey!" she snarled. The cow shook her head angrily. "This is MY son. Go back to Tribe. Not allowed here." Fury slashed a hole in Moonlight and she leaped at the mother cow, digging her claws in deep. She let out a bellow and tried to shake Moonlight off. The calf stuggled to his paws panting and tried his best to get Moonlight off of his mother. Dizzy, Moonlight let go and slumped to the ground. The cowboy was dashing over with a shotgun clutched tight in his hand. He screamed as he saw Moonlight on the ground and picked up his gun. The calf bent over her with a flash of triumph in his eyes. "Nice try," he rasped. Gun shots rang in Moonlight's ears and she leaped to her paws with a howl and ran off, her paws barely skimming the ground. The cows bellowed and snickered at her as she ran off. "What a chicken-hearted turkey!" the calf shouted. Moonlight sighed and dashed into the nursery, breathing heavily. Luna and Slash were waiting, jaws wide. "No prey tonight," she growled. Curling up over the moss, she worried about her pups. Would they survive the night? She tucked a paw over her muzzle. Should they leave the Tribe for good and find a better home?