Friday, September 23, 2011

Peck's Beginning


By Snowyclaw

Many have heard of the artistic and spunky rabbit shaman, Peck. But where did she come from? How did she get to Jamaa?

Chapter 1
"This is boring," Rose muttered, puckering up her face in a pout.
"Aw come on sis, this is fun!" Peck replied, looking at the colorful sand hopefully. Whiskers quivering in excitement.
"Not for me," Rose grumbled, "I don't like painting, it's pointless! It'll only get washed away by the rain."
"But that IS the point!" Peck exclaimed, sprinkling sand artfully. "Everything is temporary, that's what make life so special. Carrots don't last long, and you still eat them."
"That's cause they taste good!" Rose stuck her tongue out at her sister.
"Well art tastes good to me."
"Everyone says you're just confused," Rose says sulkily, "I'm beginning to agree."
"Just because I wear ear socks and paint with sand doesn't mean I'm crazy!" Peck said, ears twitching with agitation. "There, it's done, what do you think?"
"It looks like a blob."
"Well, I was aiming for a dark shadow of endless space with whisps of dark mist reaching out to tear apart the fabric of time," Peck paused, "but that's close enough."
"Thanks for the explanation." Rose said sarcastically. "Now lets go, we're going to be late for supper."
"Wait up, I think I should sign this one, it really seems...alive." Peck reached her paw into the dust, placing a print at the edge of the sand art. Suddenly she felt a wind rush past, putting her fur on end. It stopped just as suddenly. "Did you feel that, Rose?"
"Feel what? Boredom?"
"No, that wind..." Peck said, looking around confused.
"You really are crazy," Rose giggled, "there's no wind today at all." She bounded off toward the hollow.
Peck looked back at the sand art she had finished, one word appeared in her mind: phantom...

Chapter 2
Peck and her family were scavenging for supper when the wind started, sand billowed up in waves since there hadn't been rain for weeks. Peck stiffened.
"Ma, I think we need to get inside the den," she said nervously.
"Nonsense dear, it's only a little evening breeze," her mother replied, busy digging up some roots.
"What's that?" Rose said abruptly, eyes wide as she pointed at a dark mass on the horizon.
"Get inside everyone," their father said, rigid with shock. Everyone else  hurried into the burrow, but Peck paused. Guided by an unseen force she hopped quickly to her storage of colored sand. She then began her greatest masterpiece; she didn't even know what she had painted until she finished. 
Peck gasped at the beauty of the great heron that stood there in the sand, I didn't paint this myself, she thought. Peck's paws rested on the sand of the painting, which suddenly came alive. A great grey heron rose from the sand, shrouded in magic, but built from sand. The dark mass grew closer, and Peck realized that it was her painting, the phantom, who had risen from the sand as well. Wind buffeted Peck's fur as she crouched in the sand, watching the scene unfold.


Chapter 3
The heron took her talons and raked through the shadowy phantom, dissipating what ever darkness she touched. A scream of rage echoed through the air, Peck's coat stood on end as she shivered, feeling the pure wrath of the phantom. The wind picked up as the heron beat her wings and something started growing between her and the shadow. A dark purple hole opened and spread like liquid shadow. The heron bore down on the phantom, silver talons gleaming. There was a last soul piercing scream before the phantom was engulfed by the shadowy portal, sand closing it off from the world. Slowly the heron gathered herself, and turned towards Peck.
"That, was a phantom young one. One you brought to this world."
"I had no idea," Peck whispered, "all I did was put my paw print on it."
"You are gifted with magic, and so don't fully belong in this mortal realm," the heron said carefully, "I am Mira, a goddess of a magic filled world called Jamaa."
Peck dusted herself off and tidied her ear socks. "So you're taking me there?"
The heron looked slightly put out, as if she wanted to be the one saying that, but nodded slowly. "You would be a welcome member of the group of animal shamans, if you choose to come."
Peck looked around at her home sadly, "I don't belong here, and I guess I always knew that," she looked up at Mira, "I'm ready, Mother Sky."
The heron looked confused for a moment, Did I tell her my other name?, but simply nodded. Peck watched as Mira brushed her wing through the air. Peck gasped, the air rippled. It was as if the heron had brushed away all time and space. The light dark mist spread around them as the stepped through the tear. The hole closed, and another opened with just a wave of the heron's wing. The landscape opened onto the beautiful moonlit canyons, Peck felt the warm night breeze ruffle her fur. She felt warmth flood her soul and heart, "I'm home."



35 comments:

  1. Wow! You're a gifted writer, Snowyclaw! I enjoy your stories.

    And thanks for putting me in the picture. :D

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  2. @Quavine
    Thank you!! :D
    ~Snowyclaw

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    1. Wow Snowy! You are a truly gifted writer. You need to be an author :) I enjoyed the storie please write more!

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    2. as usaul you call it a she it me you know! the rel peck is always busy and its a HE!!!! ~KoolKaliey

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    3. Peck is a SHE, check the new descriptions. AJHQ just made her shamen eyes look boyish. She is busy doing odd projects, sometimes painting Jamaa orange or purple when AJ is offline.

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  3. That's really good! I thought AJ HQ wrote them. I'll have to read the others.

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  4. You are really good atwriting. WOW is all i can say:)

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  5. @Jammers
    Thanks guys! Yes I wrote all of these myself (excluding the Story of Jamaa and the Phantoms story), I just used AJ's shaman characters.
    ~Snowyclaw

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    1. @snowyclaw hey i made up a story and its about peck take a look






      ok title: PECKS RECENT LIFE
      STORY:a short time ago peck got lost and all of a sudden.... she fell in a trap it was not set for her and she dug and dug deep down out of the pit she dug up to grownd and she sighed fastly FINALLY OUT OF THAT!and she popped out of the hole she found an old abbandoned hut and sne decided to live there she loved art and she did art there later onn jammers found her home and visited her some really mean jammer pulled her ear she hated it so she went upstairs and locked the door forever .... she climbed out the window and used it as a door she also locked it
      but she hopped down again to dig when no 1 was looking she dug and popped out at the bunnys only party she often loves to come out when we hop on the drum it makes music that she adores very rarely she comes out to say hi to the bunnys hoppin on the drum and the story goes onn.....

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  6. This is your best shaman story!
    -coopo2

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  7. Gosh Snowyclaw. Your vocabulary and your imagination is so amazing! You are a gifted writer! I intend to read more of your stories!

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  8. Whoa wonderful writing. You ought to be an author one day!

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  9. OMG TAT WAS SO GOOD I WOULD HAVE PASSED OUT XD

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  10. How come so many people have seen a shaman after telling the jamaa story if you wrote it?????
    -missflo+missflo2

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  11. So that's how peck began. I've been wondering how he began!
    -superjake02

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  12. I love your storys your gifted for all you have.I never would be that gifted.

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  13. Peck is my insparation. Thanks for typing that stpry! I learned alot about her!

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  14. Lol in the picture there is a rhino lol.

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  15. Peck is my favorite shaman for two reasons. A) She is artistic like me. B) I like bunnies. :D

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  16. Wow! Awesome story! Did you get it somewhere, or was it from your pure imagination?

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  17. WOW! theese stories are AMMAZING! i thought animaljam wrote them for a minute! you are an amazing writer Snowyclaw!

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  18. thnx for the stories! i love the beta days or aka cultural days! my favorite shaman is sir gilbert the tiger shaman.
    i love cats with all my heart! tigers are my favorite!
    your fan,
    lovelion123

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  19. You're such an awesome writer Snowy! - Envious sigh - I'm going to be an author but I can't write HALF as well as you can! I've written some shaman legends too, but none of mine are anything compared to yours!
    Thanks for these sneak-peeks into the lives of the Shamans!
    ~StarryGem

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  20. My favourite shamans are Peck, Farasi (that's what I call Sophia cos the latter doesn't suit her) and Amelia. I like Peck and Amelia because they're a tad like me, and Farasi because horses are my fave animal!
    AWESOME blog!

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    1. ok title: PECKS RECENT LIFE
      STORY:a short time ago peck got lost and all of a sudden.... she fell in a trap it was not set for her and she dug and dug deep down out of the pit she dug up to grownd and she sighed fastly FINALLY OUT OF THAT!and she popped out of the hole she found an old abbandoned hut and sne decided to live there she loved art and she did art there later onn jammers found her home and visited her some really mean jammer pulled her ear she hated it so she went upstairs and locked the door forever .... she climbed out the window and used it as a door she also locked it
      but she hopped down again to dig when no 1 was looking she dug and popped out at the bunnys only party she often loves to come out when we hop on the drum it makes music that she adores very rarely she comes out to say hi to the bunnys hoppin on the drum and the story goes onn.....

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  23. Wow Snowy Claw! Someday you should be an author! You are an awesome author!! I hope you make more stories!! ~Rockstar255

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  24. Another story about how Peck became an Alpha:

    In the forests of North America, winter was over. Birds are coming back. Babies are being born. Snow melted. In the dark, damp hole, lived a bunny family. The mother had 5 babies. They were drowsy and helpless. For weeks, they stayed with their mother drinking milk while their father go get cherries and nuts for lunch. After 2 months, their fur grew and started to explore. The only active one was Peck. She leaped out of her mother’s arms and then hopped all over the hole. She was different from her brothers and sisters because her fur was pink and she smelled like sweet cherries. Her brothers and sisters had brown fur and smelled like oak tree bark. The bunny children stayed in their hole while their parents go hunt for food. Peck loved the whistles, chirps, and songs of the birds, so she mimicked them. She also loved the colors of nature. When she and her siblings went with her parents, she could hear and see more wonders. At night, her parents would sing songs and Peck mimicked them. On her 5th birthday, she got ribbons, bells, ear coverings, paint made out of rock, and a microphone! She loved them! 1 week later, she begged her parents to leave her home. Her parents loved her so they let her go. Peck survived blizzards, tornados, and thunderstorms. In her tent, she painted and sang her wonders of the nature. Every day, she would go out and memorize the nature while she looked for food. One night, she heard a sound. She took her jar filled with fireflies and then she saw Liza. “Mira told me to look for you,” said Liza. “She wants an Alpha full with talent.” So Peck packed her stuff and went into the carriage. When she got into the carriage, she pitched her tent and went to sleep. The next day, Liza taught Pack about Mira and Zios. Then, that’s how Peck became an Alpha!

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  25. OMZ!!! BEST!!!! STORY!!!! EVER!!! I LOVE PECK!!! AND SOME PARTS ARE REALLY HILARIOUS!!! I LOVE HUMOR!!! OMZ!!! 60 MILLION+ THUMBS UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

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  26. Snowyclaw, could you possiby make a story for Cosmo? He's my favorite
    Owlzzz

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  27. OMG, YOU ARE AWESOME AT WRITING! I won first place in the American Essay Contest by the way! Anyways, on your Jammer Wall, someone says you're a Harry Potter fan! Is it true? We gotta be buddies! I love those books also! You might not get to answer this, according to this post (your latest) is 4-5 years since you've made another post. Here is my blog though, if you keep updated on comments please check it out: www.animaljamcentra.blogspot.com

    You are the only NICE famous jammer. Also, if you can please buddy me. I'm AnimalJammer880. Also, how do you get a profile picture for this blogger thing?

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