Chey Bluee's personal rp

[Blueefires]

Chey sniffed the air in the forest. She hadn't felt this good in a long time, her strength was restored and her senses seemed fully opened. There was only one thing missing. Her friends, especialy and old one named Barian. But she would have to go on. She could no longer live in the past with old memories.
She was decently hungry and it couldn't be fed with the btis and pieces that were in her sack. Which was tucked in hidnig back at her cave. It was pure luck that she found a home to live in. As rogue wolf she prefered to be on the move. Lone wolves, which are wolves that stay in one spot... alone. Rogue wolves thought better of themselves, and Chey was no exception.
But staying somewhere was nice. She would most likely live there for another moon or two. It all depended. As long as her brother didn't find out where she was, she would stay. But that was hard haaving to wait and talk to him or his ward each day.

Her stomached growled. She could wory about her brother later. She turned away and padded on,sniffing the air. She wanted soem rawr meat, but nothign to large. Maybe a deer or elk if she could find one.
Sniffing the air once more she got a powerful scent. One she knew well. it didn't smell to pleasent but was horrifying. She wasn't worried about hunting this animal to much, so long as they didn't run. It seemed you either got much strength, speed, or brain power. She was strong but not to fast. But she wasn't all brawn either. She had some brains somewhere in her large head.

She could see her victim now, it was a caribou. Lone one which was odd. If they weren't in a large herd they were mostly with a smaller one at least. It was rare to see just one. it didn't matter. Winter proved hard, and she needed the meat. Getting lower to the ground she moved forward. Chey wouldn't have to worry about her black pelt against the white background.
Caribou were none to bright, and didn't have enough brawn like moose. They were just kinda in the middle. They had antlers but that was it.

The caribou ignored her and munched on some twigs. It was male. She could tell that by scent better than view. It turned its head, trying to grab some twigs to its side. That was all Chey needed. She rushed forwards, leaping up sinking her fangs into it's neck. She pushed it to the ground. It bucked at her and tried to get back up but Chey held her grip. She kept it down.
She sunk her fangs in deeper, and jerked backwards. Tearing out a huge chunk in the throat. It wasn't in the right spot and the caribou leaped up, blood pouring out of its wound. It wouldn't live long anyway.
The caribou darted off. Chey followed, but she wasn't hunting it now. SHe was herding it. Trying to get it closer to her cave but not to close. She was close to it, close enough. She could kill it now if she wanted too but she needed to get it a little closer.


Ice ran through the forest. Sweeping through out the trees. He wasnt the swiftest. But he could collect enough speed. He spotted Chey chasing the caribou. She wasn't killing it, which was odd. It was runnign which would mean she would have a harder time. He pushed harder and leaped outwards, he rammed into the caribou and pushed it down. He sunk his fangs into his neck. He tore the vulguar, it was dead.


Chey snarled at the sudden appearence of Ice "Ice you rotten fool! I was herding that!"

Ice looked confused but then smirked "Oh sure if that's what you call it, I know your not incrediably slow but you were having a hard time."

"You know darn well I was doing find with that caribou!" she snarled getting closer "And you know I hate it when people ruin my hunt!"

Ice did know. He also knew the wrath of his sister. She may be younger but she could beat him. She could kill him if she wanted to. Ice backed away, his tail between his legs his confidence lost. He could face apposing packs but he couldn't fight his sister if he wished to live. "Umm well yeh I can go..."

Chey didn't soften "Get! And i advise you leave me alone for a few days! I would like some peace and quiet for once. I become a rogue and I'm still pested by my family." She paused and glared at him "Don't send Dart if you want him to live, or any of your other servants. Now Get!"

Ice doubled backwards. He darted off, not letting his pace slow. He didn't know if she would attack him still or not. He could leave her alone for a few days.


Chey grumbled irritated. She bent her head and started to eat off a front quarter. She ate till her hunger was diminshed. She glared at the caribou, it wasn't to large. So it wouldn't be a strain to get it back to her cave. She went over to the head, but she didn't need this. She bought her paw down cracking the neck. She tore at the meat around it.

She kept on digging into it, her muzzle getting bloodied. Untill finaly she was able to jerk it off. Grunting she didn't bother with her muzzle and grabbed part of the moose and started to drag it. Her den wasnt to far off. About a quarter mile, but it was well hidden. Thats why she kept to seeing Ice befor going back. She didn;t want her brother knowing where she lived, she would never get him to leave her alone.

He wanted her back home, and she knew that. But she was disregarded by her former pack. Like any of them could harm her. She snorted and pushed her way through some bushed, her claws clicked on hard stone. She set the caribou into the corner. She would deal with it in a moment. She went over to a small trickle of water and lapped at it.

She turned back to the caribou, time to smoke some meat. Smoking it meant keeping it ediable. And it was easier to store and carry.

[blueefires]

She had finished with the caribou. It was smoked and dried. She left a chunk unsmoked for something to eat in the morning.

-morning-

After finishing the meat Chey padded off. It would be nice to have her brother away for a few days. She loved him dearly but he could be way too annoying. She knew where she was going today. Her sack hung around her neck, bumping lightly against her shoulder. It was a calm and peacefull day.

There was a bright meadow on the other side of a ridge. The only problem the shortest route was dangling so close to a cliff. She could go that way safely, as long as she was careful.

-the cliff-

You could see the rim of it form, it was a path sided by a straight mountian. No going up if there was trouble. If another wolf was comming the other way there was only a few options.

You could turn back, if you were closer which was expected manners. But not all did that. Sometimes there would be fight, if it was eaqualy matched chances were they would both go over the edge. Or if it was a male against a female he usualy would try to outpower her and actualy force her off. Brawn was what mattered here.

Chey approached the begging of it. She inched along, keeping to the mountain side. It was narrow. Only one way, not even two pups could pass eachother. But she was confident. If she met another female they would most likely turn back. Her size was towering and not many care to toy with her unless they could flee.

The treck was curved a bit, so you couldn't see who was comming or how much longer it was. Even still most knew it was a decently lengthened trip.
The sun was shinning today, which was bad for the time of the day. There was no shade. You were fully exposed and Chey was dieing of heat.

Chey could tell she was about halfway. It was looking good, she was making good time even as slow as the going was. A reddish brown wolf appeared, right from around the corner. It was a male, decently sized. He had a few old scars here and there, battle seen. The wolf let out a growl, he wasn't turning back and he belived he could beat Chey.

Chey snarled back, she was a female. Most males didn't worry about them, they usual turned back. But Chey was fierce, she had seen many battles. Befor being baned she had led her pack into battle. She had scars and ol healed up wounds. Her right ear had been torn off. She could take him.
Though Chey hadn't armed her self. She wore an odd colar, it had stones threaded through it. It was a warrior Colar. It had her pack's colors. But the colors were enhanced, they had what she was. She was royalty. She was highest ranked in fighting. They tore away her title when she was banned but she still had the equipment to show it.

This wolf didn't care, he wanted past her and belived he could.

They charged, as fast as they could at the narrow path. Chey hit him in the chest with her head down. She had gotten the first blow, and in this fight it was all it took. His paws started tumble. Half his body was dangling from the cliff as he tried to pull himself up. Chey could do nothing, her life would be lost if she did. She padded past him with a seccond thought.

That was her mistake.

He reached out snagging her paw and jerking her over with him. He was already tumbling down, his body flaying aimlessly probaly will be dead befor he hits the ground. Chey yowled, she couldn't pull back up. It was to steep. She slipped. And her fall began.

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Thump! Smack! Crack! Chey's body felt like it was on fire. It burned, it hurt. She didn't think she would live. And if she did who knew what the result would be. Thump! She was half tumbling, half falling down the cliff. The other wolf was ahead of her but he wasn't making any noise. His body was just being thrown about. Smack! Her hind leg was just smashed into a rock. The bottom was close but it seemed to be taking forever. Maybe her pain would cease by then.

There was a river at the bottom, she knew this because it passed her cave. Splash! The cold water felt like spikes being shot through out her body. But the river wasn't deep, and there were sharp rocks at the base. She knew that for sure know because her body was rammed up against them. She couldn't feel any part of her body. Only the constant question in her head, Am I dead yet?

Slowly darkness washed over her. Her body pulled through out the river till it pulled up a bit befor her cave. Her black fur was drenched in more than just water. Her eyes were closed as she lay there.

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Ice padded along. Its had been a few days and he hadn't seen his sister. He knew where her cave was, but he didn't want her to know that incase she left. He was padding that way now.

Chey lay on the shore, she was still unconcious. But alive.

Ice wandered on, he sniffed the air. He couldn't smell his sister and he wasn't stupid enough to stick his nose in there. But suddenly he caught a whiff of her, but it smelled odd and it was from a different direction. He turned, and started t go that way. But he was cautious. He stepped lightly not wanting to make noisse and advert attention to himself. If Chey found him, he would be dead and if he wasn't she would leave and he would have to track her again.

Ice wandered on, his snowy white pelt blended in with the snow not the brushes. He pushed onwards. Then he spotted an odd black shape on the shore. It's pelt was dried from the sun and it had odd white and gray markings. He blinked "Chey!" he rushed forwards. "Wake up! Ohh come on please come back..."

Ice turned away from her. His heartbeat had spiked "Dart!" He called in his ordering voice. Immeaditely a black wolf appeared. His eyes were a vibrant green "Yes sir?" he asked.

"Help me get her back to the pack," Ice ordered and manuvered over to his sister..


Dart hesitated, Chey was banned from the pack. She was unloyal and had been disregarded. It was insanity to bring her back. But he would follow his lords orders. But Dart knew that Ice may be Alpja, but his parents still lived and they would have a say in this. They were alphas when they banned her and they might not be so easy to let her back in.

-back with the pack-

Ice walked on, servants scurring around. He held his head high even through the panic that was swelling inside him. He shouldn't be alpha, and he knew it. But everyone excepted him. Chey should be alpha. She could handle problems well. She could lead her pack into war with confidence.

He sighed. His parents weren't happy about Chey being back but they allowed it. And the pack would follow his lead. But they wouldn't have to worry he imagined Chey would want to leave the moment she woke up.

Suddenly snarls errupted. Shoot. Ice raced forward, Chey must have woken up and he should have been there.


Chey growled she tried to leap upwards. But fell back, pain spazzed through her body and she yelped in pain. It felt like daggers had been pushed into her. A small wolf tried to come forward and help her but she snarled in response.
Chey spotted Ice comming in through out of the corner of her eye. She snarled "Where am I? Why am I here?"
"With the pack, I brought you here. Chey you were unconcios," he growled suddenly "I wanna know why,"

"I was going through Narrow Pass," she grumbled in response. She did not want to be her but she couldn't feel the other half of her body. But she still could feel pain everywhere else.

Ice growled "Who pushed you off?"

Chey snapped back "Thankyou for thinking I can't defend myself! I pushed him off, he just grabbed my paw befor I could get back," A sneer was added to her voice "But he is dead."

Ice grunted, of course she would fight her way through. "Chey you do know you can't leave, you-" he stopped and turned to the other wolf "Could you excuse us, Meg."

The small wolf bowed her head and left. Her paw steps fading. Chey snarled up at her brother. She hated feeling weak "I don't want to be with this pack! They hate me! Let me leave!"


OCC: i got to go

[Blueefires]

"And you think you would have lived if i left you there? Chey Your my sister I can't leave you to die! Even as much as this pack despises you they wouldn't leave you to rot, and be eaten by scvangers!" Ice responded, his patience wearing. Chey may b e good at much but she was so hard headed.

Chey ignored him and tried to get to her paws but more pain shot through out her. She let out a yelp and fell back to the ground. She was panting now, and a hard glint was forming in her eyes.

"Che-" Ice began but she cut him off
"I will stay for a while.... even after i heal..." Chey's voice hinted doubt but she continued "But then you will leave me alone when i choose to leave, but I will return home each moon so you won't have to worry." she closed her eyes and turned away from him.

"Is that a deal?" Ice asked.

"Yes I suppose, now will you leave and let me sleep!" she grumbled without opening her eyes. She rested her large head on her paws.

As Ice started to backout Chey called again "And make sure they don't try to kill me!"



Ice shook his head and padded out. He nodded his white head to Meg "Treat her like royalty, and don't let anyone see her but me..." nhis voice trailed off "Or the elders." He did his best not to let his voice shake. The elders, more or less his parennts would likely go see her.

[blueefires]

Frosted Night made his way through the pack's land. His mate, Willow Wind Padded beside him. His amber eyes observed everything. Their son, Ice speaking with the hunting wolves. He seemed pleased enough. He cast a glance at Willow. Ner pale brown fur was enhanced by her still brilliant green eyes.

Willow Wind was prepared for what they were about to do. Chey had no buisness being here no matter what Ice said. She had failed the pack befor, killing family and friends. Their pack was hurt from this. They lost much land, and many were shaken by their deceased.


Lilly sat at the entrence. Her eyes were a bright blue, and they shone with excitement. Most found sitting gaurd a boring job but it was amazing to her. Even better it was the famous, Chey. Sure she made a horrible mistake but Lilly respected her fighting skills. Lilli herself was a decent fighter. She had the skills, and the potental. But she wasn't exceeding and none paid her any heed. She hoped Chey would, maybe even help her.
Bmeut her heart skipped a beat as she saw the former alphas approaching. She had hoped they would come. The thought of being so near these elders was an excelling honor. But all she could manage was a dip of her head as they passed.


Chey had managed to sit up by now. The only major pain was only in her lower body. Her right hind leag was broken and her other was bruised but in one piece. Her tail was smashed, not going to be a very attractive trait. But she was extremely brusied and had multiple cuts. There was a deep gash on her forhead.
But her pale gray eyes darkened as she saw the two wolves she hoped to never lay eyes on again, especialy being in such a weakened state.



Willow looked over her daughter. She looked horrible but no motherly instinct clicked. Both her and Night had closed off any feelings to her a long time ago.

Night grumbled "Chey."

"Night, Willow," she responded with no hint of respect. Willow growled beside Night

"Chey you know you shouldn't be here,"

Chey snarled back, "You think I want to be here? Do yo u think i wanted to get pulled down a cliff? No I don't I want to be home, where I belong."

Willow sniggered "You got pulled down a cliff? Ha! Did you lose a fight to a pup?"

Chey desprately wanted to attack them, any harm that came to them she would be glad for. Chey didn't answer "Leave, I have no use to listen to you telling me what to do with my life."

Willow turned quickly. She had never cared for her daughter. But Night hesitated looked at Chey, he had never fully given up on her. He knew Willow despised her but to Night Chey was wonderful. She may have let her pack down, but she was amazing fighter. He nearly respected her fleeing instead of fighting and dieing. It would have been useless. Either way they ended up with Ice as alpha.
"Chey.. where is your wasr colar?" He asked.

Chey looked down and her eyes instantly panicked "I was wearing it when I fell..."

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Ice dropped her bag at her paws. She was healing well. She could stand now. If it was a good day take a few steps. But Ice could tell being with so many wolves waas making her uncomfortable. Willow never visited her, which was for the best. But Night set a better example, going to talk to his daughter. Nod at her improvements talk about battles they fought together. It seemed that Willow cared more for Ice and Night cared more for Chey.


Chey smiled at Ice "You found it, I was hoping no sly fox would steal anything.." she didn't ask about her war colar. She knew they wouldn't be able to find it. She might have a chance, but she couldn't leave. She told her brother she would stay and she would hold her promise.

She rumaged through her sack and grabbed a piece of dried meat. She heard Lilly gasp beside her "Why is it like that?" she asked.
Chey shook her head. These wolves had no reason to preserve food, it all got eaten "I had to dry it to keep it ediable, other whise it would rot..."
Lilly sniffed it uncertainly "But why?"
Chey rumbled in amusement "When you are a loner, theres not many wolves to eat all of your food. You have to save it. Go ahead try it," she dropped the meat. Lilly sniffed it again and slowly lapped it up. She started to chew and swallowed "It tastes better than it looks!"

Chey laughed and rumaged through her bag. She glanced around the cave. Her father, her brother and Lilly was only the one here. She gently pulled out her bands and colar. Night took in a deep breathe. Ice nodded. Lilly watched intersted.
Chey slowly slipped the bands on her front paws. She slipped her head through the colar. "I should have been wearing spikes when I crossed that cliff.."

Lilly looked up "Spikes? Where'd you get those?"
Night answered for her "They were gifts... not the easiest to find. But with Chey's fighting they were worth it."
Lilly looked at Chey "Can I see them?" her blue eyes twinkled. Chey adored the young wolf. She was so enthusiastic and ready to learn. Chey nodded and pulled out the colar. Lilly fumbled it with her paw.
Night disapeared without a word. He did this sometimes. But he returned, something in his jaws. It seemed to take a big effort for him to cary it. Ice moved to help, but Night let out a vicious snarl.
It took them all back. But Night ignored them and dropped the thing at Chey's paws, "I don't remember why we didn't allow you to take this..."

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Chey took in a sharp breathe. She reached her black muzzle out to take it. Night hesistated but alowed it. Chey took it easily. Balancing it's weight. Rolling her head she got it on.

Lilly looked over to Chey. Her eyes were all serious "A war helemt."

Chey smiled "Yes, my old war helemt." She went silent for a moment. She turned to her father, her eyes flickered with anger and her voice was barely a hint away from it "You did not allow me to take it, because it was used in that battel."

Night nodded "That's right.." he glanced at the helmet "It wasn't used by anyone else... it was polished and set for look..."

Chey snorted, her voice sarcastic she replied "Why would anyone wish to see a traitor's helmet?"

Night growled, they had been over this. "Chey you were the best fighter of this pack. Of the ones that supported you would woriship it if they had the chance,"




Ice padded into the den. Chey was nearly fully healed. She could walk without pain, or at least she didn't show it. But Meg said it was best if she stay in the den one more night.
Ice sighed, this visit was not going to be pleasent. Chey was going to hear something that would likely put her overboard. But she had to be told today, at least when she was a little hurt so she couldnt harm him to badly.

Striding into the den he could See Chey was up. She glared irritably at Meg not noticing him. Chey growled "Why can't I leave already?" she demanded.
Meg snapped back "It's only one more night! I'm sure you can manage one more sleep in here."
Chey grunted and looked over to Ice "Oh your here,"

"Yes.." he said slowly.

"Oh great now what? Come to tell me that your going to force me to stay here for ever?"

"No." he rolled his shoulders, not having the guts to meet her eyes "Chey.. were heading back to the pack-lands...."

Chey was absolutly silent. Ice wasn't sure if that was good or not. She wasn't attacking him. But she looked irritated enough

"I said I would stay with the pack. I don't realy want to go but I will." she glowered at the floor "When do we leave?"

Ice was shocked. No outburst. No nothing. He knew she would be vaulable during the trek. They would need someone with good fighting skills. And the trek would tuffen her up. Not that she needed it. Though, he had his doubts. There were wolves still at home. And they would follow his orders but they might not be happy to see her.

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"When are we leaving?" she asked again irritated.

"Ohh.. soon in a few days..." he answered walking out distracted.

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Chey rolled her shoulder. Her black pelt shifting, the light catching her white and gray swirls. She rumbled in amusement as Lily bounced around her. The young pup had taken a true liking to her. Chey thought the pup would pass out when she first said hello to her.

Lilly smirked at Chey and twirled in a circle. "I can't wait to see our homeland for the first time!" she barked happily.

Though Chey could not share the pup's enthusiasem. There were certain wolves she left in her past for a reason. She had enemies and friends. Well she wasn't certain if they still were her friends. She sighed, the journey would be easy compared to the home comming.

Ice gave a loud bark "Come on!" That would be something Chey was going to have a hard time getting use to. Taking orders from him, she shuddered.

The smaller pack moved on, all following Ice. He padded alone. Chey snorted, he hadn't found the wolf that called to him evidently. Then again, had she? There was a wolf here and there that made her smile. But being a rogue you have to keep in contact for anything to spark. Maybe they were right, long distant relationships were impossible.


Night padded to Chey's right while Lilly was to her left. Chey sniggered under her breathe, they felt like her body gaurds. Even though she would never treat or consider them as so. She could tell the treck was taking it's toll on Lilly. Even through Night's age he was experienced in this. Though he was evidently tired he kept on a strong front. Chey's back leg's were sore but that was due to the lack of use they had. Other wise she was fine.
Being a rogue meant you traveled a lot. You don't stay in one spot. Yoou move, you travel, you meet new wolves. Pack life was basicly the opisiste other than the new pups that you get to meet.

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"Only a few more days walk!" Lilly shouted happily. Chey smiled at the young wolf, so full of happiness and carefree... Chey shook her head. She needed to clear her thoughts. Without a word she bounded away from their day camp. Some of the older wolves, as well as the youngest needed rest.
Which was fine. It would give Chey some time for thinking and being on her own... like it use to be. Chey moved through the forest, her dark pelt was like a shadow that merely appeared in the bright forest.

Raising her muzzle she took in a breathe, the warm air filling her lungs. Crouching downwards her ear pricked forward. Rabbit. She could hear it's thumping. Chey moved closer, her eyes darting untill they pin pointed the rabbit. Something wasn't right. The rabbit's fur was jet black.
Suddenly Chey's eyes sight went blank. A vast whiteness appeared befor her. She remembered this... when she nearly died. Why would i die from seeing a black rabbit? she asked her self.

Suddenly the whitness was filled with images. Images of blood, and her pack dieing. Though she wasn't with them. She was back home being a rogue. Obliviousy to her packs deaths.

Chey gasped for air. She was laying on the forest floor her eyes awide in panic. Standing up on shakey legs she glanced around. Nothing had changed, no blood covered. Letting out a small sigh of relif she hedded back to camp. Why would i be shone a vision? Suddenly Chey's thoughts went to something she had heard, "Some things are written to be changed,"


OCC: I got the written thing from a book im reading in Language Arts. Its called the Alchemist

[ßlueefire.xx]

Night and Lilly were back at Chey's side. Except this time they real were bodygaurds. They were in the pack's territory, almost to the camp. Ice wasn't sure that Chey would be safe, and asked Night and Lilly to stay near her.

Ice lead the way, they passed a few large oaks, that stood as openers to the large camp. Camp, Ha! Chey's eyes watered as she gazed outwards. This was no camp, it was a fortress. The old smithie. The large mountain that sided the camp. The wide open ocean that served as another side. She could even see seals dipping in and out of the ocean. The large castle/cave where the current Alpha resided. And multiple tents where the pack members lived.

Chey sucked in a breathe, for once in a long time she felt as if she was home. Growls erupted to the side of her and Chey turned quickly. A growl returned from her as she saw Chili.

His red fur was like a blast, compared to all the gray and black through out the camp. That didn't matter to the large wolf. She nduged Lilly aside and strode over to Chili, her stance threatneing "Do you remember what I said if I ever saw you again?" she growled.

Ice nudged his sister's shouldr "None of that Chey, come on." Chey didn't move. She glard at Chili, her gray eyes vibrating with anger befor she whirled around and stalked after her brother. Ice smiled looking back at her "You remember your old home right? Still awaiten' for ya',"

Chey smirked, already forgotten Chili "Ole Sweet home," she said. Ice brought her to a meduim sized cave. The opening was over hung by grass with beaded stones on them. "Just like I remember," she murmured dreamily. She had to admit she was impressed, no one had stolen any of her items.. Chey pushed through the overhangs "Ok bye now Ice. Leave me in peace for the rest of the day. Aswell as Lilly, I wont to be mostly alone..."

Ice nodded his white head, his amber eye sparkling as he left.

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Chey lay stretched out on a bed of moss. Her hind legs spread out in a position that looked uncomfortable but actualy was extremly cozy. If Chey was cat, she would be rumbing in pleasure. Other than a few sour glances at the others talking behind her back this day was fine.

"Chey?" called a voice from outside her home. The voice sounded familiar, but different. It sent a wary feeling through her, but she couldn't explain it. It was as if the warriness was from a goodness that she couldn't wait to see.

"H-hello?" she replied turned her head fully to the entrence. A silver wolf, with black legs strode through the entrence. His amber eyes were filled with joy, but hesitation.

"Chey!" he shouted. "It realy is you!"

Chey was dumbfounded for a moment. Her eyes lit up, leaping to her paws her tail wagging she rushed forward to greet the wolf "Denali!" Chey brushed her muzzle against his and he returned the greeting.

"Chey.. It's been so long since I've seen you," Denali murmured in her ear. Chey pulled back and looked at him "Long time... Realy long time,"

"Not so long that you would forget would you?" Denali asked, his eyes watching her every movement. There was a wolfish grin on his face as he gazed at her.

"No, never," She replied swiftly, but there was a smile in her voice and happiness etched in her eyes. She edged her head closer and licked his muzzle. Denali licked her back, "I didn't think you would..." He layed his head on hers "I have missed you more than you could even begin to imagine..."

"Oh, Denali I wish I could have said goodbye...."
"I know... I know Chey,"

The two wolves ceased talking. Just standing there together. Chey let out a small yawn and Denali smirked "Do you mind if I sleep her tonight?"

"You didn't have to ask beforeI left and you don't have to ask now." The two wolves curled up together, falling fast asleep.


OCC: confused? xD I felt like adding a twist to Chey's life. e.e If you are confused the next one is kind of explaining it in Chey's dream. As well as you want to know what Denali wanted to know if Chey forgot? I dont even know yet xD Just rollin on

[Bluees]

Once upon a time, Chey was a sweet loving wolf and was loved by all of the wolves. A simple and easy life for the young wolf. Her body was filled with strength, and her skills were fit for fighting. She swiftly passed through the ranks until she was known as the best fighter. One that none could beat.

Another factor rested on the young wolf's shoulders, she was future alpha being the daughter of the current alphas. There was her brother, but he... he wasn't fit for alpha. He may be older, but he didn't have the popularity with the pack. The pack needed someone they would be willing to follow, and someone who would be willing to order them and lead them through tough times. That responsibility was handed to her.

Young Chey was like any wolf, she was bound to fall in love and she did. Denali and her had always been friends, and he was the kind to flirt and make it known that he liked her. Within Chey, she had always like him as well.


Chey trotted after Denali, her black pelt shinning. "Hurry up slow poke!" Denali called over his shoulder. Chey growled playfully "I'll show you slow!" Giving a burst of speed she sprinted toward her friend. Leaping she bowled into him making them both tumble to the grass.

Chey gnawed on Denali's paw as he playfully nipped at her shoulder. Both laughing, they broke apart and sprawled out on the grass. Denali sat up, turning away from her.

"Denali?" Chey questioned. Rolling to her side she got back to her paws. Nudging his shoulder as she walked around to face him. "What is wrong?"

Denali looked her in the eyes, warmth filling his gaze. "Ch-Chey..." he started than trailed off not knowing what to say.

"Yes?"

Denali sucked in a breathe then started again, "Chey... I love you.."
Chey's heart stopped as she gazed at her best friend. Joy filled her gaze as she leaned her head in and licked his muzzle , "I love you too,"

Denali looked at her with love and warmth and returned the lick on the muzzle. Getting back to his paws, the two walked away their pelts brushing.



OCC: Ok O.o this was basically a memory of how the two fell in luv

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Chey blinked her eyes open, Denali still lay by her side. Grunting she got to her paws. Stretching her back legs, they felt fully healed. Denali yawned and looked over to her grinning, "Mhmm, I have missed you,"

Chey rolled her eyes at him, "I don't need to say anything about myself in that matter,"


Ice rolled his shoulders as he walked towards Chey's den. This would prove intersting. Nudging his head through the grass entrence he was surprised to see two wolves in the cave. His hackles rose untill he realised it was Denali. He nearly grinned, the two sweet hearts were back together... that matter didn't take long.
"Chey... there is a pack meeting that will take place this evening to discuss your stay here... I suggest you stay away from it..." he trailed of hoping she understood what he meant. Backing up he bounded away.

Chey snorted at her brother, "At least he has learned not to linger." Turning back to Denali, "Unless you need to go to this meeting it seems we have the day off,"

Denali shook his head, "No meeting for me if I can follow you around all day," He grinned goofily to her.

Chey snorted at him, "Top of the cliff? Where we use to go?" she asked. A wolfy grin on her features.

Denali rumbled as he got to his paws. Brushing past her he murmured "I'll see you there then," He padded off, as Chey watched him go.

Turning back to dips and holes in her cave she slipped off her accesories and stored them there. Padding to another dip she glanced down. It was filled with a colorfull array of stones and rocks. Bending her head down she gently picked up a bright blue one with a darker middle.

Heading to the entrence she bounded off towards the side of the cliff, and to a path that led up the cliff.

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Denali's P.O.V.


Denali stooped down and scooped up a rock, before bounding back to the cliff. He felt energry rush into his limbs and through out his body. Chey was back, and that was all that mattered to him. All that would ever matter again.

His paws seemed to be back in the air the moment they touched the ground as he bounded up the path. His eyes were happy, and another emotion flickered into them as he spotted Chey sitting with her back to him facing the water. Glancing over to an short, stubby dead tree he padded over to it. Dropping the rock he carried onto a pile that surrong the trunk of the tree.

He smiled, remembering when Chey and him had thought of the idea. So they could count each time they were together.