[SilentFeather]

A young, beast like creature with strong bloodlines rushing through his veins guarded his clan's lands, decorating his territory with large claw marks on many trees and lifting up a leg. He sprayed bright, lemon yellow urine on them. He was alone through the lush, moss covered lands of a territory named Weeping Willow. The lands were once owned by an alpha, that such alpha was his father. He was blessed to defend his clan and face either life or death. He was a powerful male wolf with sharp, impeccable skills to back him up when the heat of battle. He was taught by his father who was a skilled alpha.

He had feather soft fur, it was a bright snow white color and his eyes were a bright, scarlet red and so was his fur's markings.

The creature smirked proudly, his head and tail held high. He was royalty and demanded that his subjects treated him as such. He was a true leader to rule his father's beautiful, breathtaking lands. Sadly his father passed away before he could witness his son claiming the throne but he knew that he would be proud of him for continuing to carry on the legacy that his such fatherly guide had once ruled over. He was a young but strong wolf, letting all who challenged him not to or risk death at the wrath of his sharp teeth and strong, massive claws. He wondered as to how long he would be able to fight.

The such predator would be a true leader ..

Known by many as Fire Tail he was told of the many ways of the clan every since he was a mere, wide eyed pup. The reason why he was gifted such a name was because of his spiky fur, it made him seem as through he was on fire. He was proud of his clan, taking rule of his father's clan when he passed away to eaven after trying to defend the lands from the rival clan. He would rule his clan and refused to give into the grip of fear. Life was worth fighting for if that meant protecting them from threat. He was the very best alpha that he would truly be. He was to be his clans trusted protector and be there for true guidance if such a lost soul would need to be mended and repair. He was always eager to be a helping hand, trusting only his clan and them alone. He was a true warrior, loving to be the leader but at times he was struck with loneliness and wanted a mate to cherish and adore with his heart. Not even death would separate him from the wolf he would find himself falling for.

One pitch dark evening he surveyed his clan's ancient lands, being the sharp eyes and keen ears of the clan. He would always make his father proud. Truly he would and so much more. Life was a twist of bearable and unbearable from day to day but like the warrior he pushed through such troubles that had plagued him day by day, evenings and even at the thickest of nights. He was soon to be in a secret that would put him at risk of facing the intimate penalty that was with his clan since the past times. That such sentence was .. death. He would welcome it with open arms while fighting to protect his beloved lands. He would do anything. He would never desert his clan, he was so much more better than that.

Fire Tail looked around at his surroundings, keeping a sharp eye on the lands that were ahead. He soon sat down at the entrance of the vast, seemingly endless woods deterrmined to be fighting for his clans lives. He truly was.