Trouble

((Yaaay, another Plot Post at last! I've been so lazy with this lately guys, I'm sorry. And now look, this place has gotten so inactive! DX Well let's hope that people start coming back after this......yes, I DO have an actual Prophecy ready to emerge within the next week. STICK AROUND, you hear me?! :P ))

Venom emerged from the Guard's den and stretched his brown front paws out in front of himself. Without looking up he knew that it was nearly moonhigh. He had to hurry.
Glancing left and right to make sure none were awake, he slipped through the entrance to the camp and headed off toward the swamp. The eerie moonlight etched him in silver and made him nothing more than a silhouette, all the better for his cover.
He wove his way through the trees. Gradually the ground beneath his paws became stickier, and muddier. He slowed his pace and stepped carefully. It was a good thing he did; if he had been moving any faster he wouldn't have noticed the branch right in front of his paws and he would have tripped and fallen flat on his face. On terrain like this, he might not have been able to get back up.
Venom soon came to the bank of the swamp. He wrinkled his nose in distaste; this place smelled like death.
He waited for a few moments. Soon the two ratty, weather-beaten and altogether ugly rogues he knew as his colleagues emerged from the wilted brush.
"It's been a while," the smaller one rasped. "Where have you been?"
"Busy," Venom replied flatly. "My girlfriend got questioning, and there have been new members and patrols left and right. Two new pups, too."
The larger of the two outcasts snorted. "Just what we need. I told you we should have acted sooner."
Venom flicked his ears. "Not to mention the DEATH of the Beta."
The rogues looked at each other, grinning. "Courtesy of us."
"You attacked the Beta without telling me?!"
The expression on the scraggly pair's faces gave him a clear enough answer.
"'Kay....." Venom grumbled, slightly peeved. "Anyway, there's also something else......a visitor."
The rogues caught on to the tone in his voice and leaned forward.
"That's right," Venom continued. "And she isn't like anything I've ever seen."
"How so?"
Pleased with the renewed attention, Venom smirked. "Her name's Moonshine. She's completely black. Beautiful, intelligent - "
"Get on with it!" The smaller rogue snapped.
"Fine. She has the most unusual mark on her forehead............" Venom paused dramatically. "....It glows."
The rogues blinked, suprised. "Glows?" One echoed.
"Mm-hm." Venom grinned. "It seems to brighten and dim with her emotions. You should have seen her face the night the Beta died. A mixture of anger and bitter sorrow."
"But what wolf has markings that glow?" The larger rogue growled. "Only wolves of Feircepack have unusual markings, and their territory is past the mountains."
There was a cold silence.
Finally, the littler rogue spoke. "Starpack?"
Both his partners stared at him.
He grinned. "Sounds believable, doesn't it?"
"Starpack wolves have never been seen incarnate," Venom barked.
"There's a first time for everything, no?" The raspy reply came.
There was another pause. Finally Venom said "I think you're right. Moonshine said she had come to help Moonpack."
Both rogues nodded. The smaller one cackled before adding "She obviously intends to keep her origins a secret, huh?"
Venom nodded. "She wouldn't speak a word on the subject."
"Then we have her. All we need to is blackmail her, and turn her into our complete puppet."
Venom flicked an ear. "You got it. I'll catch her out some night and get started. Meet you here next quarter moon?"
The pair nodded, stood, and slunk away among the trees.
Venom also rose. He turned and headed off, back toward the camp. Before he got too close to the clearing, he took a quick splash in the river, washing away any scent that might ahve clung to his fur. Shaking his pelt out, he rolled in a patch of grass till it was a bit drier and rather spiky, then got up and trotted back to the Guard's den.

((EDIT: Yo, just to satisfy your curiosity, I pryed back into the pack's archive and found a description I had written of the pair of rogues.

"...Presently, two skinny, ragged figures slunk into the clearing. Both were brown, though one was darker than the other. The darker one had four bony legs covered in scars, and there was a little blood matted into his fur. The other was a little smaller, but he had a deformed ear and a twisted, ugly paw. The end of his tail was missing."


Woah. These guys don't sound too nice. o.0 XD ))