Random Role-play; Intermediate

As the grass in the hollow began to wave under the willow tree, the sun began to rise. As the wind began to soften, the wolves began to approach, out of their dens. Many stretched, while other groaned from tiredness. As the clan began to shuffle, the weeping willow tree began to rustle. The clan stopped moving. The pups, Daisypup and Lionpup who were wrestling, rolled out from under the tree. When they saw the clan they froze, stood up, and cleaned themselves up in the water hole. Their mother looked embarrassed and galloped over to them, grumbling. The clan carried on, and finally, the leader popped out of his den. One of the elders, Tallfur, who was an old, grouchy, black wolf with fluffy, long fur, stood up and look the leader, Goldstar, in the eye. The clan stopped dead and shivered at that aggressiveness. But, aggressiveness wan't coming from Tallfur. He was calm and silent. "Keep your little pups away from the Sacred Tree! They nearly scared the fluff out of me!" He growled at the leader, a scent of aggressiveness coming from him. "I shall see to it. They have been in enough trouble already, Tallfur." Goldstar replied, calmly and reassuringly. "Yeah, you best get to it!" Tallfur grumbled, returning to the elders den. "Lionpup and Daisypup, come here!" Goldstar growled. "Yes, sir." The pups whimpered. "Wolves, gather for a meeting!" Goldstar's howl rang around the camp. As the elders and the other wolves reappeared, Daisypup and Lionpup's mother, Cassywing, fixed their fur until it was shiny and clean. When they were ready, Cassywing pushed them closer to the HighRock. "Lionpup, you shall be known as Lionwolf. You mentor shall be... Sparrowflight. Daisypup, you shall be known as Daisywolf, you mentor shall be Snowtip." Goldstar announced. "Dismissed." Goldstar ended the meeting.

As the weather turned to a cold, harsh winter breeze, the clan decided to rest for the rest of the day. When dawn approached, the real winter began. Snow began to fall, the breeze turned harsher, the river; ice cold, the clans' furs'; snow white. The clan shivered from the snow, the most shivering came from the crazy pup- no, apprentices, Lionwolf and Daisywolf. Their mentors' taught them well for moons and moons. When both reached warrior age, spring had risen and winter had fallen. Lionwolf became Lionstrike and Daisywolf, Daisywing. As moons passed, a message no, a prophecy, came upon the clan. It was, as told, The strongest of the strongest shall take over, and blood will spill blood, before sacred peace. The clan was terrified. The grand leader, Goldstar, reasured the clan that it will never be foretold, as in will never happen. One mistake, and that destroys this- no, all the clans...
As moonlight took over on the horizon, Goldstar announced a meeting. "We shall take our warriors, and bring them to the first gathering! It is foretold that tonight, this shall happen.There shall be truss though, a if you break it, you are exiled, for life! The truss is; A battle may not break out in the time of the gathering., so we shall see who breaks this truss first! And they shall be vanquisher! For life!" Goldstar flicked is shaggy tail for dismissal and began gathering warriors.