Mother tells me that Father needs to leave soon. Father always leaves, but this is something different. He is leaving for this thing called war, where other wolves roll in the dirt with each other over...well, pieces of dirt or something? I don't know I didn't quite understand, and it really doesn't make that much sense, fighting over something like dirt or something. I am not going to lie, I wasn't listening to my Mother that well once she told me Father was poofing for a while. I just...starting to get all...pissy that he was going to leave me. I mean, it is ME. I am his daughter, the Star Angel he has always wanted, even if he never realized it. He dare he decide to leave me to tackle some other dirty wolves in the dirt? This is simply not acceptable. Not acceptable at all!

I know that my brother Guardian is not happy about this either. I am going to do something about it though. I am going to convince my Father to stay and to hang out with us instead. Other wolves can go roll around in the dirt, they don't need him! My Father has wonderful fur. He takes great care of it. Why would he want to go get it dirty? That just sounds...preposterous! Ridiculous! Insane! My silver paws with lovely white sparkles are marching around the den, awaiting for my Father to get home so we can have a talk. He will listen to me, this I know. I am his favorite daughter! Or at least, I think I am his favorite daughter. I can think that I am his favorite daughter anyway. My pretty face is painted with my narrowed prussian blue eyes, as I blink unhappily.

It wasn't too long before my Father comes into view. I immediately stand still, my puppy form trying to look as gorgeous and refined as I will be when I am an adult. I need to start now, of course, in perfection my poses. My standing poses, my sitting poses. My walk and my run. I am already pretty damn good at it, but like, my legs keep growing and my paws are...awkward. Apparently all puppies are like this, but I work with what I got. I make being a puppy look good, with my flawless white fur and my silver tints upon my face, legs and tail. Not to mention my sparkles! I have the best sparkles ever, the stars from my Mother, and FATHER needs to stay around to watch me grow.

I keep my face stern at him. I huff as I then begin to walk towards him. I am determined, and it shows in my walk and my attitude. Honestly though, I bet I look completely adorable to him. I am still small, but a pup, but it is now fall. The leaves on the trees are starting to turn colors. It is strange, that they turn from green to having angel marks of red. I don't have an Angel mark, unlike...the rest of my family, well, besides Meryl. I am...a little jealous that the leave are starting to get them too. Anyway, I march up to my father, blocking his path as I plop my beautiful white butt on the ground, my lovely puppy-dog eyes staring up at my Father, my Azrael. It is now, that I begin to talk in my girly, adorable, pretty, voice.

"Pater deseris, ut audio, quod non placet. Quare vultis ire adepto sordida? Dicis Semper comis tempus. Non sum arbitratus, ut maneas capillos sordida. Vides tu optimus facere comas. Mater ad bene, sed ut melius. Soror amat adepto sordida et omnes fratres mei. Nemo intelligere capillos sicut tu, Pater! Te peto ut meas custodiant te potest stare thhaaattt ita pilum in pulcherrimum et shiniest!"
(Father, I am hearing that you are leaving, and this is not acceptable. Why do you want to go get dirty? You say 'There is always time for hair'. I am thinking that you should stay and not get your hair dirty. You see, you are the best at doing MY hair. Mother is okay at it, but you are better at it. Sister likes to get dirty and so do all my brothers. No one understand hair like you, Father! I need you to stay so thhaaattt you can keep my fur the prettiest and shiniest!)

As I speak, I lift up one of my silver paws, looking at it with a sly, wonderful grin on my lips. I puff out my chest as I lower my paw again, getting to my feet to walk next to him. I am sure to walk with the best form, to be the mos graceful as a puppy can be. I, however, keep on talking, because, well, there is a lot to say. Mother says that I inherited my Father's mouth, whatever that means.

"Pater catulos similes alias invenio in luto et hoc ipsum atrox. Unum etiam bis impulit me in terra: ego autem ostendit illi? Sordida canis fuit, sed sicut docuit vos Quam purgo; Alias ​​terribile catulos licet. Sunt sordida, Pater, sordida, et credatis quia ego sum ómnium catuli mundissimae. Tu conveniunt Patrem? Nihil est super me, quia satis bene pulcherrimum sum sicut et ego mundo pilum meum omni tempore. Dico, ut nemo nos percuti? Certe fere mundus non videtur esse aliud quam catuli mihi. Quid aliud catulos similis luto, pater? Et cur simile aggredi? Non amo quod investigavit. Est medium atque rudis. Optimum est aliena aggredi non credo. Audivi aliam te esse lupis aggredi ire luto, ut quid? Cur ire lupos armamentisque in luto? Non puto te curare ut ceteri turpi lupis eis. Quoniam tu mecum domum ut maneat, et nos ad balneum aquam, et fortasse cum in sole ponere! Pater, te audire? Pater? Hey! Tu audiendo ad me?"
(Father, other puppies like to play in dirt and I am finding this most terrible. One of them even pushed me into the dirt twice, but I showed him! He was a dirty puppy, but I taught him how to clean like you! Other puppies are terrible though. They are dirty, Father, so dirty, and I believe that I am cleanest of all the puppies. Do you agree Father? There is nothing more pretty than me because, well, I am just the prettiest, AND I keep my fur clean at all times. I mean, no one else can beat that! At least, I have not seen any other puppies be nearly as clean as me. Why do other puppies like the dirt, Father? And why do they like to tackle? I do not like being tackled. It is mean and rude. I do not believe it is good to tackle others. I hear that you are going to go tackle other wolves in the dirt, Father, Why? Why go tackle wolves in the dirt? I don't think you should bother with other wolves and get dirty for them. That is why you should stay home with me, and we can go to the river and take a bath together, and then maybe lay in the sun together! Father, are you listening? Father? Hey! Are you listening to me?)

I sometimes think that others are not listening to me. I do not understand why they would not want to listen to me, I do have a good voice. At least, good for a puppy. I still have my puppy voice, and I think it is a cute voice. It is a girly voice, feminine and I know just how to pull my Father's heart strings with my voice. It is something all daughters learn. It is an art, manipulating Fathers. I think it is a normal thing though, because Father's love cute daughters. That is just the nature of things. My blue eyes stare up at him, waiting to make sure that he is...paying attention to me, and not thinking of other things, or look for my other siblings. I decided to talk to MY Father alone. I took it upon myself to keep him here, and he should be giving ME all of the attention. I do not want him straying off to Iophiel or Guardian. Starfall and Meryl seem to be...less interested in Father, for whatever reason, but they are both sorta weirdos. Meryl is weird, with his plant loving ways, and how he wants to pay attention to dirty PLANTS over me. I still haven't realized that I was almost responsible for his potential death. Starfall is a weirdo too, he says weird things about things that are not happening, and I know that it isn't normal. No one else does what he does, he is just...a weirdo! I mean, he is still my brother, but, that doesn't mean he isn't weird. Guardian is annoying, he likes to play in the dirt and stay dirty and try to take Father from me, but at the same time, he is easy to talk to, I think. I am most obviously the superior child of my Father's children, and I plan to take all of his attention in this moment. He is MINE.
~The Jewel Of Diveen~