Blackfeather Woods 8 reasons organization will change the way you think about everything

Euron had amassed a collection of objects that he had found during his morning prowling: the skull of a mouse found inside an owl's pellet that he had crumbled by paw and picked apart by fang; a dead cricket missing two of its legs; part of an old deer femur stained green and brown; and an assortment of feathers from ravens and smaller passerine birds. He lumped them in a pile at the base of a tree, then settled down for a nap as the sun just started to rise above the tree tops, only to wake and find that his pile was no longer a pile.

The feathers had been aranged parallell to one another and the quills faced the same direction. Feathers that matched were side by side, with a small but noticeable gap between them and a feather of a different kind. Each feather had been groomed too, with the barbs smoothed as neatly as they could be and dirt and debris removed. The mouse skull was aranged above the feathers, facing toward Euron. Parallel to the skull was the cockroach, placed up right so as to look alive. It too faced Euron. The femur remained stained, but the dirt and moss that had clung to the bone was gone. It was laid belowthe feathers, perpendicular to them, so that the total assortment formed a triangle.

The dumbfounded pup stared at his things. His confusion was brief only because there were other emotions clamoring for the spotlight. First it was alarm. Someone was messing with his stuff while he slept. Then it was irritation directed inward and outward. Someone was messing with his stuff while he slept — and he never even noticed! Then his mouth split in a long, tongue-curling yawn. His nap had felt more like a blink. Euron glanced up at the sun directly above him and furrowed his brows as he glanced back to the now sorted and arranged objects.

With a slight wrinkle in his snout the boy looked around the glen. He spotted @Maegi first and narrowed his eyes.

Did she do this?

Euron was weird. Ramsay might look weird, but Euron simply was. . .weird. Sometimes it seemed like he acted like a completely different boy from one day to the next. Maegi didn't quite know what to make of him, but she did love him. . .him being her brother and all. 

She looked across the clearing one day to find his accusatory gaze matching hers. Dumbfounded, she glanced down and saw the collection of things he had gathered, assembled into some sort of pattern. 

Did he think she had touched his stuff? She liked playing with rocks and bones and feathers, not arranging them into weird shapes or letting them just pile up. With a roll of her eyes, Maegi trotted away, finding a beetle on the ground of much more interest than Euron and his weirdness.

He continued to leer at his sister's backside even as he moved his snout toward the arranged objects to sniff at them. His ears pricked forward suddenly. His attention became devoted entirely to his things. He sniffed each one. He sniffed the dirt around them. He sniffed the trunk of the tree and the roots that flanked the arrangement. There was no scent here but his own.

Unsure of what to make of it but reassured by the presence of his own scent and the absence of anyone else's, the pup abandoned his short lived intention to put the blame on someone. For his developing mind, it was what it was: another phenomena of his world like the rising and falling of the sun. Something without explanation but something to not worry about.

His attention returned to his sister. She had her nose and eyes on a beetle and he saw an opportunity. Euron's tongue flicked out from the side of his mouth, pressed between his teeth, and curled up along the side of his top lip as the corner of his mouth pulled upward with devilry. His eyes glinted impishly. Quick and quiet, the unmistakable son of Cicero slipped into the brush.

One careful step after another he stalked toward Maegi, using his environment to hide his advance as he gradually closed the distance.

She had not noticed Euron's departure, her beady eyes fixed on the beetle. She prodded it with one white paw, and it scurried away, much to her displeasure. Maegi hobbled after it, overtaking it quickly despite her deformity, and poked it again, this time shoving it into the air.

The insect sailed for a brief moment then landed on its back, legs shuddering in silent angst. The girl giggled at the sight, then left it be, quickly growing bored of the tiny creature.

It was then that she realized her brother had left his collection of things. Eyes scanning the clearing warily, she took a few careful steps in the direction of the den. Where had he gone? She was in no mood for her impish brother's tricks.

He watched from amid the brush as she glanced about for him and then took a few steps toward the den. She was headed in the wrong direction and it caused him to grin all the more deviously. "Hee," a hushed laugh snuck out with his exhale. He stole forward, closing the distance. Soon he would be within pouncing range, and he quivered with anticipation, but forced himself to remain steady on his paws. One more step. One more step. Euron crouched and —

Turn to page 22 if Euron makes a success pounce. Or;
Turn to page 14 if he crunches a twig and gives himself away. Or;
Write your own ending using the blank page at the back of the book!
Yes. Kris has lost her mind. Translation: The ball is in your court! Feel free to powerplay!

Kris you are too much xD

She heard a sudden noise behind her, a small scuffle of leaves, and Maegi whirled around as fast she could, eyes wide. Before she could react further, a lithe gray shape launched itself toward her, bowling her over with a force seemingly much more powerful than the small body accounted for.

"Euron!" she protested, wriggling out from underneath him and cuffing him on the ear in exasperation. Her heart was racing, thudding heavily against her little chest. Her brother had given her quite the fright, sneaking up on her like that.

She stalked away, casting wary glances back to her brother. She approached his arrangement of objects and laughed, a small sound almost a scoff. "Whas' this?" Maegi asked, her tone slightly condescending.

I have my moments ;)

He had her but it was a near hit. His feet scuffed the leaves as he launched, alerting his sister to the imminent attack. He would remember next time to mind his hind paws and not to give himself away at the last moment, but for now he revelled in his success. He grinned from ear to ear as he momentarily sat atop Maegi, making no attempt to stop her from squeezing out beneath him. "Hee hee hee!" the pup tittered. She moved away and he stood basking in pride.

"Whas' this"?

Maegi was looking at his stash. He trotted over. "Um," the boy uttered, searching for a word to describe the collection. But finding no word, he answered with, "I am liking these," punctuated with a single nod. "'Cept... I dids not do..." he twirled his paw over the pile, gesturing to the arrangement. "That. I thought maybe you." Euron shrugged.

She shook her head, still staring down. There were bones and bugs; feathers, too. They were arranged in some sort of organized manner, shaped in a triangle. Maegi had always noticed Euron collected things. Why?

"I didn't," she responded coolly. "Maybe. . .Ramsay?"

Even as she said his name, she shook her head once more. Ramsay was not the collector that Euron was. An explorer, yes--heaving his stumpy body here and there, always trying to find new places to visit. But to rearrange Euron's personal effects? Probably not.

She pointed her white muzzle to the raven feathers, black as night against the ground. "I like," she said with a smile, looking back up at Euron. "Pretty."

Euron shifted his mouth and twitched his nose as he looked back down on his items. "Maybe," he said, but he really did not think it was Ramsay.

His eyes moved to Maegi as she gestured toward one of the sleek raven feathers. "I like," she said, "pretty," and Euron bobbed his head. "Hah —yup." He liked them too. "Here." The pup bent down and grabbed one of the feathers, blinking as he felt a strange twinge of what he would come to know as possessiveness, and of something else indescribable entirely. He figuratively shook it off, and turned to Maegi, clutching the feather gently between his incisors as he reached forward to offer it to her.

"For the you, now."

Her eyes widened in surprise as he offered the feather to her. She had never known Euron to be the kind of wolf that shared--but then again, what pup was? With a gracious smile, she took it from him, muttering a kind thanks with it between her teeth.

She spun slowly for a moment, looking around the clearing. Where could she put this, so as to not lose it? After pacing for a bit, she found a rock able to be moved, but heavy enough that only the strongest storm wind would be able to budge it--and the canopy of dark trees above protected them from most of those gusts, anyway.

Rolling the tiny boulder over, Maegi set down the feather and placed the rock back atop it, hiding it from the rest of the world. Only Euron & Maegi would know where this feather rested.

"I keep," she told him, nodding gravely. "For. . .forever."

He watched as his sister took the feather and stashed it beneath a stone. He committed the image of the rock to memory. He noted the exact placement of it relevant to what was around it. He did all this subconsciously. He was the thieving bird that watched to see where the squirrel buried its nut only he did not know the color of his feathers just yet.

"I bite you if yous do not." He said lowly with eyes narrowed.

Leave it to Euron to spoil a precious moment. She rolled her baby blue eyes, walking away with a small snort. He would probably take the feather later, anyway. If he didn't. . .she would keep it.

It was pretty--the ravens were pretty. She loved to watch them congregate on the edges of the glen and in the trees above, peering down at her with their beady eyes. Their feathers gleamed black-blue in the moonlight, and a brilliant burnished dark color in the sun.

They were beautiful harbingers of death and chaos--and what Blackfeather babe wouldn't love that?

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It was a farce. Euron had no intentions of biting his sister. But he let her think he was serious for as long as she was looking at him. Then, once her back was turned and she started to walk off, and he was was convinced that she was convinced about the threat...

"TEE HEE!"

The trickster spun around and went bounding and cackling through the snow.