After Frost's home was rampaged by storm, He decided to leave the place he loved and grew up on. Frost traveled before, but never to this place. It wasn't nearly as cold as before. Frost had no idea what to do, he tried hunting. But he has never been hunting without help from his father. All he knew was his father with such precision and power to instantly have food. But Frost's dad didn't have the best temper. If he didn't get the amount of food to feed the pack he wouldn't be happy for the entire night. He would of been killed by predators that are stronger and faster, but Hawkeye let him in this new pack. Frost didn't know what to do. Being clumsy as usual he couldn't provide food. Or any help. So he wondered the forest for something he could kill
He met the biggest monster ever. It was black and easily spotted, but everyone knew this beast couldn't be fought. Frost tried to get a closer look when the leaves under him crackled, Frost frozen with fear tried to turn to run. But the beast was faster, Frost knew the beast would catch up soon. He had two choices, to run or to fight. Frost turned around and with the most strength he could use was all in that paw, swinging, claws unsheathed. Blood stained the leaves around them. The battle was long and ferocious. Frost lost the battle, but the beast had mercy to let him go. Frost knew he was the luckiest wolf that day. But it also signaled him to become stronger. Limping, he walked back to the plateau.
{Sorry if it's bad, My first post :D}
Knowing he'll look like a disgrace to his pack, Frost decided to turn around before showing himself to the pack. Frost was determined, He wanted to get stronger, and be known as the great hunter in his pack. Frost knew he could defeat the beast from the past, but only if he trained.
Bleeding out, he licked his leg to wash away the blood. Frost limped to the small stream. The stream turned red as Frost rinsed his damaged leg in the stream. Frost's ear twitches as he hears branches and leaves crackling. The beast. It's back,- "I gave you mercy! Why haven't you ran back to your pack" The beast roared. Frost didn't answer. "ANSWER ME! Are you challenging my power?" Frost started to lift his limp leg out of the water. The dark beast slowly moves closer, getting his powerful chomp ready. Frost knew he was in trouble, mumbling out weak words he managed to say "S-s-sorry." The bear got into his running stance, infuriated. Frost started to try his hardest to limp away. Frost was terrified, limping away from a bear for his life. The bear gained his ground and leaped upon Frost knocking him into the rock-side. The bear pinned Frost on the ground, Frost truly had no where to run, he was dead.
He leaned his head to the side predicting his future. But he heard loud paw steps, he had never seen this wolf before. The wolf at amazing speeds tackled the bear. He showed no emotion or empathy for Frost, only a nod of his head to signal Frost to run. Frost took the opportunity to limp his hardest away from the fight of the bear and the wolf. Frost saw a grove of bushes and soft flowerbeds to lay on through the night. All Frost knew now was he had to get stronger and become known as the great hunter. But to do that, he needed to rest and heal his leg.
Frost woke the next night. Not knowing he slept right through the day, he gazed at his leg. The leg was still hurting but the bleeding stopped, his head still pounding from the bear encounter., he could barely get up. Frost decided to give up and lay down, but something motivated him. The smell of meat was thick in the air, he smelled the blood and flavor flowing through his nose. Lifting his weak body, he limped outside the cave and saw a babbling creek full of life. He didn't realize his mouth was completely dry, he was parched. Limping, he slowly got to the creek, lapping up the water slowly but the meat smell still lurked and distracted him from his drinking. He lifted his head and saw no meat around. Frost was confused, wondering where it was coming from. Now determined, Frost started a full investigation to find that meat. Frost roamed the creek, he had looked everywhere. He stomach growled at him, seeming like it was shriveling up. Alas, Frost found the meat.
He pounced on the meat, slowly moving his head back and fourth to check for scavengers. His teeth pierced the meat, blood streamed out of the side. Frost was starving, he devoured the meat. Frost was still hungry. The creek invited Frost to dive his paw into the water and fish up more meat.
Paw after paw, Frost failed to grab the fish. Seemed hopeless after a while, but he tried one last time. A curious fish swam above his paw, Frost ripped his paw out of the water. The fish went flying, It's eyes were terrified. But that didn't matter to Frost. He knocked the fish around checking if it was alive. The fish flopped one last time before a slap from Frost's paw finished him. Frost knew he was getting stronger, Frost thought about revenge the entire time while chewing on the fish. Frost thought about clawing out the bear's eyes and showing no mercy for him. Frost dove deeper into evil thoughts, He imagined claws unsheathed, bloodshed, and lastly glory from his pack. Before he could think more, he remembered Hawkeye, and the pack. He had to go back to them before his revenge plot, but first he needed rest
He woke to the new day. The sun was just giving enough heat so Frost wouldn't freeze. Frost got up and walked out of the cave, his leg finally healed overnight. He gazed at the creek again. Babbling and Taunting Frost to drink, Frost gave in and drank some water. Frost thought of weird things, like "who was that mysterious wolf and is the bear dead"? He heard a loud boom in the nearby forest. He dashed into the forest thinking the mysterious wolf has fell over.
It wasn't the mysterious wolf. It was the giant bear, Frost pounced on top of him lashing out all of his anger. Claw after claw, he couldn't get rid of this new found blood-lust. Frost bolted to nearby prey, first it was small animals and then it lead into larger things such as moose or elks.
After his blood-lust dispersed, he felt glory and resolve. He walked back to the pack, with his hunted meat