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Debbie By Admiral Q

The wind rustles through the ruins of a small town. Decades ago a large werewolf pack attacked it leaving no survivors minus two women. No one bothered to resettle after wards. No one until now. A small pride of werecats have decided to take up residence there. They found a pack of normal wolfs and had most of them as dinner. There was only one wolf left and would soon join his pack mates as a werecat approaches. The wolf tries to get away but is too injured. As the werecat approaches she licks her lips but before she can do further some werewolves show up. Two of them, a male with purple hair and a silver furred back and a female with sand colored fur and red hair step out. "You're in our territory. This is your one chance to leave peacefully." The male says. The leader of the Pride responds. "No, we've searched to long and hard for a place. We will not give this up." The Female werewolf sighs. "Very well, you were given a choice." She points at the Cougar Werecat Pride. And the Pack launches at the intruding Pride. The Pride fought well but against this Packs numbers they were doomed. Especially since they seemed to be trained in combat. As the Alpha sees his pride destroyed he goes to his mate fighting next to him and asks. "Where's Jeff?" "I thought I saw him running behind us." "That coward. I love you my mate." "I love you to." Jezeca overlooks the scene with some regret. She understood the pains of finding a home. She only accepted the pack as home after a long fight with her wolf and Silverback but Pup and Nadia helped her accept it. Them and her children. She sees her son Beacon tending to the remains of Snowhunter. That brought tears to her eyes. The old wolf was a wise old wolf and helped her adjust to being the Alpha Female, he will be missed. Silverback approaches her with a concerned look. "Are you okay?" She nods still looking at Snowhunter's body. "Hard to believe he's gone." Silverback looks over and his features droop. "He will be missed. Come on lets tend o the living." The wolf was still scared. The felines that had captured him and his pack were dead from the scent in got on the wind. He wasn't safe yet though another pack of wolves had appeared, strange tow legged ones with a weird scent. Their scent was defiantly wolf though without his pack scent on them but also another scent. That of the humans that is pack normally avoided. One now approached. It had strange silver fur with much stranger red fur on top of its head. The scent coming from the wolf said the wolf was a female. The wolf limps away from her towards the smell of its pack. "Please don't be afraid of me boy." The wolf heard those sounds out of humans before. Still limping it turns around the corner and finds his pack mates. Or what was left of his pack, bones and bits of fur and partially eaten bodies. The wolf whined then howled in grief. The female comes around the corner and sees the scene. She gets on her knees and hugs the wolf and nuzzles his muzzle with her own. "You poor thing, your pack is dead well you can be in ours." She picks up the wounded wolf and rejoins her pack. The pack was getting ready to leave and Jezeca was worried. She didn't know where her daughter Sarah was. She was about to break off and look when she spotted her daughter...carrying a regular wolf in her arms. Her daughter looks at her and sees her mother raised an eyebrow in the silent question. Sarah shrugged and explained. "His pack was killed so he has no where else to go." "Then he's YOUR responsibility." Jezeca says causing her daughter to smile. "Thanks mom." Jezeca looks away and sees her mate approach while glancing at his daughter and her new pet. "Was that a good idea?" "It will be a learning experience for her." She pokes him in the stomach and continues. "You can't be there for her every time. She has to learn how to take care of things, this should be fairly easy for her." Knowing he's been outplayed by his mate again, something that happens WAY to often he relents and the pack leaves the village ruins victorious once again. And this time with little casualties. Nearby in the woods a lone figure watches the pack leave. He is a werecat like those slaughtered in the village. His name is Jeff and now he has lost his family and home for a SECOND time. Decades ago in a far away land he used to live with his older brother Pat and his family and guarded his brother's cart as he travel to sell items. One day he was on his own in the woods minding his own business when a werecat attacked him. The next thing he knew he was with that cat's pride and soon to be one of them. He though about escaping but he doubt he could return to his brother like that so with sorrow he left his family behind and became apart of the pride and it became home. Now alone again he would find some revenge on that pack for his pride's death, he swore he would. Months later in a nearby and familiar village we got into a familiar house. There we find an elderly woman sitting in a rocking chair knitting with her husband nearby reading something. She looks around the room and smiles at the paintings of her past along the walls. One really catches her eyes was the portrait of her longtime friend Jezeca. She and Jezeca became friends not long after Jezeca setup shop in the town and she help manage her accounts when she was away on jobs. Then their was that weird thing that caused Jezeca to leave town and giving this house to Debbie and was gone for years before showing back up suddenly and to play relay with some family far away, but at least she could talk to her friend again if only on paper. Then she showed up in town again with a young teenager and a strange woman in tow and selling some stuff before disappearing to where ever she stays now. It has been a long time since she last saw her friends face and she wonder how she has age. Her letters still sound as energetic as ever when she reads them. The two of them have changed a lot since then. After Jezeca left she and the blacksmith Biff fell in love and raised a family. Biff had to retired from the job ten years ago due to age and pasted it on to their eldest son. Sadly their days were so dull as a result but they were thankfully still able to remember everything and were in good health for their age. They retire early in the evening and hope to dream of good times. Both Debbie and Biff wake with a start. It was still night but something made a sound that woke them up. Biff slowly rose from the bed and grab a short sword he always had by the bed and heads out to find the source of the noise. Debbie stays quiet and hopes it was nothing serious. A minute or two after her husband left she hears a muffed yelp and next she sees her husband flying back into the bedroom, hitting the wall and slide down. Screaming her husbands name she goes to him but she sees he's dead. His neck bent at an unnatural angle. Looking behind her she sees a a figure standing in the door way. With furry over her husbands death she flings herself at the figure. Her hits are completely useless and the figures pins her arms. "Your very spirited." A male voice says. "I was going to kill you with your husband but I believe that would be a waste. Now I need to do some things so night night for you." He chops her on the neck and she then knew only pain and blackness.