"Kera! Its your father! He needs to speak with you!"
Even from a distance, any Forgotten could recognize the voice of our weakest link. Bron struggled through the sharp, twisted thorns, obeying his sisters orders to find me. I closed my eyes, trying to shut his irritating voice out... But the loud howls echoed through my bones.
I could not keep Arron waiting any longer.
Bron opened his small mouth to yell out my name again, but I shouted back in a demanding tone, "Go home, Bron! And tell Alexis-" My best friends name came out in a savage snarl, "-that I don't give a rats ass!"
"If there are any rats here anyways..." Bron sniffed, looking around at the dead trees around him, "Nothing lives here but us." Another sniff, "Except The Plague of course..."
I let loose another volley of snarls and curses, "The Plague? Alive?!" A stepped out from the shadows, and already my features were fierce enough to have Bron cowering in fear.
"Get Moving Maggot-Breath!" I growled darkly, "Before I squash you like the chicken you are!" Usually, a Forgotten member wouldn't take a threat so seriously- but Bron, being himself, let out a frightened *Yipe!* Before turning on his heals, tail tucked tightly between his legs, and senses totally focused on the light of camp. I let out a grunt and turned around, thinking of returning to the base of the dead tree I had been resting by. But I was right- Alex was right -I had let my father wait too long. It was about time I went to see him... For the final time.
As I pad through the many mangled roots and branches, I find myself thinking of our world and what it use to be before the final dusk and the disasters that followed, such as The Plague...
I growled menacingly to myself, anger pulsing through my veins. It was The Plague that turned the wolves into dust- The Plague which caused my mother and younger sibling to die, and leave my father weak and vulnerable in our camp! I curse the day Lupin decided to reign all mighty hell on our lands- washing its pores clean of nearly everything that breathed!
I grunted, fuming but calming down. Right, and then theirs us. Wolves nearly being the last organisms on earth... What does that make us? Lucky...?
I chuckled darkly to myself, swallowing the thoughts as easily as they had come.
Right, lucky. And yet we seem to be stuck on a god forsaken planet- No water, no food, and being hunted ourselves by giant, mutated demons spawned from the darkest pits of hades!
I shook my head in disgust, before looking up, realizing my paws had already lead me to the Den. Our Camp use to be one of our most beloved positions, set on a green hill-side surrounded by rocky slopes and fallen trees... Now, it was nothing but a dusty ravine that had been made from a fissure in the earth, which had opened up and sunk our den deep into the ground. Our only strong line of protection were the large, piercing tips of thorns from over-sized brambles covering the top, back and entrance into the Valley.
I took one glance around at the dead trees and hard, dirt ground before sighing miserably and sliding underneath a small whole in the brambles.
Home sweet home.
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