I'M STILL ALIVE

WARNING! THIS STORY COULD BE FRIGHTENING TO KIDS YOUNGER THAN 12! PLEASE CONTINUE WITH CAUTION!

The wolf crawled from it's grave. He was decorated with orange lightning bolts, all white eyes, and black fur with white tips. He had a non-member sword equipped to his back. His tail, the legendary skullies. His paw had the normal silver glove for non-members. His head, a fox hat.

As he fully arose, his bones cracked as he got into place. His bottom jaw was hardly intact. It was hanging by the remaining flesh of his mouth. He stared into the darkness, Jamaa was a far walk ahead. He looked down at his tomb. It read "Awesome LargeClaw. Friend, son, warrior, genius." He continued to stare at his tomb, expressionless.

He clumsily put one paw forward, his claws tapping the ground. They were still razor sharp, as they were when he was alive. He saw the bright night lights of Jamaa far ahead. He was lost in memory. As he stared, he saw the ghosts of his past dance around Jamaa in replacement of all who were currently there. On this inside, he was smiling.