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ies for liking my fic so much!^^ i feel loved! more of part two coming soon!

Part two I want it! I needs ITS! You can see it my eye lol. I can't wait finely it's getting better for Strom! I'm wondering about the others. I hope they have the fortunes of Strom! You got me worried, if you go to them then what's happening to Strom? Oh no!! This is killing me!!! Next part soon PLEASE!!!

okay, here's more of part two!
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Stan woke up in the middle of the night, sitting on a hill that overlooked his den and the path Storm had taken.He sighed.

"Why Storm? Why did you have to go?" Stan tried to hold back tear, but they escaped his eyes. He howled a low, sad howl that echoed throught the trees. His mother opened an eye to the sound of the sadness. She smiled a bit and cloesed her eye and fell asleep.

Storm was still as active and playful. She followed Steve towards the end of their pack territory. Steve knelt down in a playful position, ready to play fight. Storm smirked, knowing she'd win. Whenever she roughhoused with her sisters and Stan, she'd always win. Stom kneeled down and wagged her tail. Steve jumped up, ready to pounce on her, but Storm slid to his right and glomped him.

"Gotcha Stan! Oh...sorry..." Storm paused, thinking of Stan. "I'm sorry Steve, it's just I miss my frind so much."

"That's alright, I used to do the same thing when I was new to this pack. I'm used to it." Steve winked to her. Storm felt a little relieved and friendly nuzzled Steve. Steve smiled and returned her conforting wolf hug.

The moon set behind the snowy mountain and a new day has arose. Stan was outside by a stream, ready to swipe a fish. A salmon was in sight, and Stan curved his claws into the water. The fihs was about five centimeters away from Stan's daedly weapons. He striked at the fish and shot it clear out of the water, seeing flop around in the dirt. Stan ran to it, pouncing on it and tearing the limbs off. He caught a mobile feast and brought some to his mother, who grew ill.

"I got you some breakfast mother." Stan whispered. His mother weakly struggled upright to devour the fish. "And after a few more days, you'll be better again!" Stan continued.

"Thank... thank you son." She coughed between breaths.

"I'll go get some more" Stan troted towards the forest's green and found some birds pecking the ground. He stalked the fowl, getting ever closer to their tender meat. He was a few inches away from striking range, and thought the time was right. He pounced on the ground, making the birds airborn, and clamped his puppy jaws around their fragile bodies. Stan then smiled and padded back to his den, where his mother was laying in the dirt.

"Stan...I'm in the need of water." His mother stammered. Stan nodded and dashed towards the little creek where he had caught the salmon. Stan's mother gazed at the bird, and caughed lowdly and continuously.

Great!! Oh Strom is still sad...No Stan is going down hill now Whats you doing!!!!!! NOOO!!!!! WHY! Why must they suffer so!!!

Great job so far Wildfire

here is more of the latest part:
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Storm was still used to saying Stan, and still had a deep feeling for him. She never went anywhere without him. Stom went tou that night and stopped right in front of the new pack's entrance, staring at the moon. She closed her eyes and howled a low, slow howl mixed with sadness and envy. Steve heard the song and trotted over beside her.

"Hey Storm, what's wrong?" Steve kindly asked, cocking his head.

"Oh, hey Steve." Storm sadly realpied, lowering her head. She had the urge to cry, but tried to hold it back. "Well, I'm still not over that thing that I told you about."

"Oh... that. Well, at leat you can't be treated that way now. And look on the bright side, you'll have lots new friends to hang out with."

"Yeah, but I miss my old friends too." Storm couldn't hold back any longer, a tear escaped her eyes and soon they streamed out.

Meanwhile, the moon was full and high in the night sky. Stan was sleeping by his mother, who looked sicker than before. He jumped up everytime she caughed and shivered.

"Stan... I... I don't think I'm going to make.... it until morning..." Stan's mother stuttered.

"What? of course you will, you have to!" Stan's gut turned and made him feel sick. he had never met his father, so his mother was the only one to care for him. "Mom, you can't die on me now!"

"I'm sorry Stan... I just can't hold on any longer..."

"No! I won't let you!" Stan jumped ontop of his mother and gently shook her shoulder. But every time her shoulder rotated, she became weaker and weaker. Her eyes bean to close and her soul was ripped from her body. "No.... NO!" Stan barked as her burried his face in his mother's fur.

Storm on the other hand, was having a great conversations with Steve.

"So Steve, how did you get banished from your pack?" Storm asked, wipeing the tears from her eyes.

"Well, It's a long story. But if you really want to hear it..." Steve replied, raising an eyebrow. "It all started when I was born."

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more to come soon!^^

Oh..... ! SO SAD!!!!! Great story! but SAD.

awesome awesome awesome!!!

thankies^^ i'm glad you all like it. more to come tomorrow or sunday!

! I can't wait!!!

Stan was moaping over his mother's death. He slowly padded out of his den when the alpha male came trotting by.

"Why hello there Stan, what's wrong?" The alpha asked.

"My.... Mom is.... dead..." Stan replied, hanging his head over his feet.

"Oh... I'm sorry Stan. Maybe you can stay with me and my mate."

"Oh, well, I don't know."

"It's alright if you don't. Just be glad that I don't have to banich you like I had to with Storm and her sisters. Then I wouldn't have a foster child of my own."

"...Really?... Well, umm, okay?"

"Great, just be in the den by sunset and you won't get into trouble. Alright, son?"

Stan froze for a second. "...sure.... dad..."

Storm was in the dense snow waiting for Steve to tell his tale.

Steve looked at the sky. "When I was born, my mother had five pups. Three of them were still born, and me and my sister were the only survivers."

Storm nodded, waiting for him to continue.

"My sister was brown, and so was my mom and the rest of the pack. I, unfortunately was white. I had to leave in eight weeks. My mom was shocked, and tried to persuade him not to force me to go, but he made his decision." Steve sighed and looked at Storm. Storm smiled and nuzzled him friendly.

"Then my mom tried to hide me to say that she banned me herself, just to protect me. But my father found out and.... killed... her..." Steve had a small tear skim doun his cheek. Storm thought about comforting him, so she licked his tear away. Steve smiled and licked her back on her face. Storm blushed, but then shook her head thinking. What am I doing? Stan is the one I love. But, Steve has no one to be with him... oh, this keeps getting worse and worse...

Great job keep going! ang going and going! NEVER stop! I'm a addicted to this. .