Alos had fully been accepted by his new group. He had all but forgotten about his warrior dreams. He forgot about Redheart and the kits, about the great storm, about Sunstar and the others. After all, he had just imagined his previous life. Turns out he was the best tracker in the group, plus the best stalker, which was a big accomplishment. He was second only to Ir, the ledendary leader no one ever saw. He would hide himself and listen. Some say if you go on a raid ( what this meant, Alos didn't know), you can hear him running beside you. They said he was so disfigured, even his old group rejected his talents. Alos was all in his new life. After all, 5 moons had passed.
Everyone was exited and hopeful to go on a raid. Only the best and most experienced stalkers went. Alos hoped he would be chosen. After all, he had to find out someday what this meant. When Ir announced from the depths of his cave Alos's name, Alos felt not happiness and joy, but pity and horror. That he did not know why.
Later that night, after recieving echoing instructions the voice in the cave had said, Alos set out to the west. He was told if he traveled straight and true, he would reach his goal. The treck took well over two hours. The father he went, the more familiar things seemed. When he saw a pine tree, he suddenly thought about brown tails. Why brown tails? Was it Dae's tail he was thinking about? The pale moon shone through the branches, illuminating a clearing before him. Memories began flooding into his mind, quickening his heart. His name was Shadowrunner. Brown tails... Browntail. They had found him under that pine tree. But how could he prove his innocence before his clan without arousing the suspictions of Ir? After all, he was following him. Or was he? Suddenly everything seemed menacing and feirce around him. He forced his heart to stop beating. Slipping quietly around the outskirts of the camp, he made his way to the leader's den. The earth seemed to quake under his every step. Slipping into the spacious den, Shadowrunner curled himself in the shadows, whispering,
Sunstar bolted upright.
"But who are you?"
"Not someone you know."
"What are you doing here?"
"Why don't you come and find out?"
"I don't trust you."
"His name is not Shadowrunner." Growled Sunstar.
"Anyway, would you like to see me try to prove him inocent?"
"Well, I'd like to see you try." Smirked Sunstar. A sleek shadow slipped out of the den. Sunstar followed. The shadow turned and Sunstar saw a glint of warm grey eyes in the darkness. He knew them, but from where? The shadow had moved on. It moved quickly through the dense undergrowth, as if it had been here thousands upon thousands of times. The long run had begun to tire Sunstar, Shadowrunner could see that. But the shadow did not slow. After what seemed like forever, they emerged to a bright, open clearing. The shadow continued running through the dense undergrowth around the outskirts. When it came to a seemingly unpenetrable wall of thorns, it stopped and motioned for Sunstar to follow. At first the notion of trudging through thorns seemed absurd to Sunstar, he saw the shadow easily gliding through the opening. After going a ways through, the shadow stopped.
"Wait for me here until the moon rises again tomorrow. Then I'll show you something you don't know." Before Sunstar could open his mouth to protest, the shadow disapeared. Not bad for a night's work, Shadowrunner. Thought the phantom, curling up in his nest.
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