>*~A Howl at Midnight~*> A FORGOTTEN DOGS ROLEPLAY! Chat Thread

A few minutes later, a young loner walked unwillingly onto the scene. He froze at the scent of blood. Then his eyes scanned the clearing and saw the gray mutt dog sprawled across the ground, his throat ripped open. The newcomer dashed forward, his own gray muzzle becoming red as he laid it on Troutfin's neck, trying to tell if he was breathing. The war is over, isn't it? Why is this happening? He let out a mournful howl as he realized the dog was really dead, in spite of the danger of being caught by the same killer that had murdered Troutfin. The young wolf looked down at his paws, also red with blood, and wondered why he felt so sad for a stranger. He had seen so much death, creeping across the war zone at night, after the battles were over. Yet... this seemed wrong. To die after your pack had been torn apart by fighting, after you thought you might be safe. In your own territory..
Lost in his thoughts, Stormcloud didn't notice the crackling of twigs that meant another dog was coming into the clearing. At first, when Riverfire saw the gray loner, he barked out a greeting. "Troutfin! I've been calling for you! What are you-" his sentence abruptly stopped when Riverfire inevitably noticed that Stormcloud was not, indeed, a dog, but a wolf, and that Troutfin lay at his paws, dead. "You.." Riverfire bared his teeth, his ears going back. "You killed him! You savage wolves are all the same!" He lunged forward, and Stormcloud tried to yelp that he hadn't done this, but even if he had the enraged dog wouldn't have listened. Riverfire bowled him over, and Stormcloud managed just to wriggle away, dashing as quick as he could into the undergrowth.

Vulture paused, his thick-furred tail sticking out behind him. "I caught a scent. This way," he murmured to his sister, crouching down and gliding through the undergrowth towards the unsuspecting she-dog(?).

(Troutfin didn't attack anybody during the war. I actually didn't start rping him until it was over. XD)

Riverfire stared at her blankly. "That many of our packmates.. are dead?" He looked shocked, and the angry expression in his eyes momentarily disappeared. "A gray he-wolf. Yellow eyes. Seemed young. His fangs were wet with Troutfin's blood." He snarled, the hatred returning to his eyes. "I'll find that wretched wolf and end him.." he growled to himself.

Avalanche continued to slowly advance. "Your pack is weakening," she growled softly, an almost hungry look in her eyes. "And soon, it will end."
*laughs in shifted blame*
we should eventually have Grant meet a dog who one of yall want dead but hes kept alive to spread his reasonings after everyone is killed off...
though that dog would be killed afterwards and Grant will never be heard of again xD
 
*laughs in shifted blame*
we should eventually have Grant meet a dog who one of yall want dead but hes kept alive to spread his reasonings after everyone is killed off...
though that dog would be killed afterwards and Grant will never be heard of again xD
Sounds great but hold on, what


....

you guys went feral
 

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