Feral Heart

                                                          Sanity                                                         
                                                           Prologue
         A cub with brown fur and a lighter brown fur and scars a foot long starred into a stream on horror. His ears were spilting and getting longer. He was getting taller and his fur was getting darker. His claws and teeth were sharpening. Driven mad with pain, sadness and anger the cub stumbled back home. His parents were terrified of the thing he was. The cub then slashed out his claws. Blood oozed every where. Then the sun rose. The cub changed back. He looked down at himself and thought What happened to me

Thats the prologue. Tell me if you like whats happening so far in the replys. Also im not stopping my Cronical series. Just taking a little breather. ill probably post chp 3 of the Cronical series tomorrow. I got this series off a rp im doing. Well thats all. Also chech out Cronical series if you havent already. thanks also for 38 views ( for got the exac number)on chp 1 of the cronical series.

                                                       Chapter 1
                                                       The Beginning
       Cronical awoke to the light of sun.  "Cronical! Cronical get out of bed! We have work to do!" called a voice. Cronical made no effort to get up but only rolled back onto his bedding. A few more minutes he thought.  Then the voice came again "Cronical now!".  Sighing Cronical stood up and trotted over to a opening which led to a cave. Cronical saw a big fluffy whote wolf with one bling eye. His name was White. He was a healer. A healer is basically its name and heals others. White was one of the only healers left. White glanced back at Cronical from his herbs. syrups, and other things Cronical couldnt identify.  "Cronical come here my boy, you'll be learning the art of healing the sickness pneumonia.  Cronical trotted over to White who showed him a mixture of herbs and syrups.  Then he went over to a grinding stone and asked Cronical to grind a bright orange flower. Cronical picked up a stone in between his teeth and grinned it carefully. The flower made a smooth powder. White came over with a leaf clamped in his jaws and slid the powder on to it. He then carefully put it into the carved stewier which was made out of a rock with a curve in it. White stirred the mixture with his paw before all you could see was a mixture of colors. Cronical was sooo bored. He just wanted to go out and run around for a bit. "Ant questions?' asked White. "No....hey White can I go out today? Its a beautiful day and i may find us lunch" asked Cronical eagerly . "Ok...but I want you to remake this when you come back" replied White. Cronical exited the cave. The summer sun warmed his black,gray, and brown fur. Finally out of there he thought. That old wolf was probably going to go on forever. He saw some ginger out of no where flash ay his milky blue eyes. Thats mine he thought. Then he remembered his mother Ginger. Her death flashed at his eyes. Even though it was years ago, Cronical remembered it like it happened yesterday. He remembered her wish for him. Start a pack he remembered. White had adopted Cronical to teach him about healing. but he also wanted Cronical to have a pack.
After an hour of running, returning home and remaking the medicine Cronical was taught the most important art of the healer. Dreams. He and White were in a special part of their cave. It had a crystal in it and gave of a power so that the wolves of the Forever Stars could see them. "Remember, the dream you see tonight will depend on everything that stands before you" explained White. Cronical nodded and fell asleep. He awoke in a dark forest with noises all around him. Where am I Cronical thought.


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