>~* A Howl At Midnight>~* A FORGOTTEN DOGS ROLEPLAY!

[HeavensHens88]

(*Frowns*
That's a good point. NOW WHAT WAS THAT NO SIDETRACKING RULE AGAIN?)

(oh yeah that.
*carefully tracks to side*)

 

[vachick15]

Ivypup gave a pitying sigh. Oh, yes, indeed, was he going to regret inquiring that. "Because there are some
asinine,
benighted,
sophomoric,
fleabag,
imbecilic,
cretinous,
obtuse,
unintellectual,
cat licking,
Jarco shipping,
Notail watching,
Elijah revering,
traitorously blonde,
moronic,
idiotic,
unripe Tom Sirloins
leading this prickly dingbat sack of reject quinoaic dead meme clam Jessicas."

no but i better get my pre ordered T-shirt or i will be an irate Jessica

'-'
I hate both of you.

 

[Amer]

Spoiler: More Ivy advertising

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[PeepersMama]

"Ok," said Jade after she figured out who ReeAlha was.

I hate autocorrect

Owl looked strangely at the motley crew, each obviously suffering with suffocating their emotions and leaving them in the bloodied dirt. "Are we going to spend all day debating what paw to start walking with?" she snarled. She could already tell that sarcasm would be her only lifeline to preserved sanity today.

Brindlepup didn't even wait for Owl to lead. She wheeled around and ran, charging for the freedom from the scant camp walls. Running from the tangible scent of death. From her own shadow. From the tears that threatened to spill every time she breathed. This is nice, she thought. Her breathing came easier already and she was only several strides out of camp.

She leapt over a log and slammed to a stop, waiting for Owl to catch up to her (and this terrible post).

(Merchandise you shall get
.......
anybody remember what color she is
lol)

She's a German Shepherd mix of some sort I believe.

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What if I made this on Custom Ink

 

[Amer]

I hate autocorrect

(Don't we all?)

 

[LavvyTaffy]

Shadowfoot crawled out of his den to smell the fresh morning air, the ground was still cold from the fleeting night. Dew coated the thick brush that encircled Storm Pack. This was his first morning of being beta, he looked for any signs of movement from the other packmates. (Annnnnnd did Beta stuff I don't know what else to write.)

 

[HeavensHens88]

Kestrel decided to abandon Slate and see what Ivypup the deranged vulture child was doing in the meantime because he was curious about her ominousness. He stopped within 2 feet of her and stared at her face. "Why are you so edgy." He asked seriously in all serious seriousness.

Ivypup pivoted to look Kestrel dead in the eye, as though he were dying and she was envisioning how many ways she could deem his death disgraceful to this psychotic society of controversial sovereignty because he landed on the wrong pebble. "Really, I need to know. Do you have a thing or something for dudes?
Because you've been staring at that depressed freeloading lump for pretty much the entire day waiting for him to inconvenience himself out of hopeless oblivion long enough to create an utterance."

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Jade was with Rocket on her decision to kill lots of animals. She wanted to get back to normal life, she was in denial, trying to ignore her dark thoughts.
(I just heard a young rooster and he sounded like a squeaky faucet. Oh wait, maybe that is what it was.)

Brindlepup was glad that Owl was coming, though she immediately sobered her expression. Better make the impression of a responsible hunter than a still-young pup - although, she was sure, that any of the pups in other packs had shed their sweet innocence after the battle.
She sidled away from Jade, giving her a strange look, and stood beside Owl. "I think Ree- Alha wanted you to assess my hunting and fighting skills," she said in a low tone.



Dang it I should've typed all that at the end of the post.

"Ok," said Jade after she figured out who ReeAlha was.

Owl looked strangely at the motley crew, each obviously suffering with suffocating their emotions and leaving them in the bloodied dirt. "Are we going to spend all day debating what paw to start walking with?" she snarled. She could already tell that sarcasm would be her only lifeline to preserved sanity today.

I hate autocorrect


Brindlepup didn't even wait for Owl to lead. She wheeled around and ran, charging for the freedom from the scant camp walls. Running from the tangible scent of death. From her own shadow. From the tears that threatened to spill every time she breathed. This is nice, she thought. Her breathing came easier already and she was only several strides out of camp.

She leapt over a log and slammed to a stop, waiting for Owl to catch up to her (and this terrible post).


She's a German Shepherd mix of some sort I believe.


What if I made this on Custom Ink

(Rip)
"Alright, then!" Scar barked in an overly-loud voice. "Let's go kill some small animals!" She whipped around and trotted after Brindlepup, keeping her ears pricked even though she knew there wasn't going to be any prey so close to camp.

Ivypup gave a pitying sigh. Oh, yes, indeed, was he going to regret inquiring that. "Because there are some
asinine,
benighted,
sophomoric,
fleabag,
imbecilic,
cretinous,
obtuse,
unintellectual,
cat licking,
Jarco shipping,
Notail watching,
Elijah revering,
traitorously blonde,
moronic,
idiotic,
unripe Tom Sirloins
leading this prickly dingbat sack of reject quinoaic dead meme clam Jessicas."

(Storm)
Stripepup blinked several times. Then shook his head vigorously and nodded like a serious businessdog. "Oh, yeah. I mean, yes, you're right. But... um... I thought Jessica was in River Pack." he barked, staring blankly at Ivypup.

Kestrel decided to abandon Slate and see what Ivypup the deranged vulture child was doing in the meantime because he was curious about her ominousness. He stopped within 2 feet of her and stared at her face. "Why are you so edgy." He asked seriously in all serious seriousness.

(Storm)
Stripepup turned to stare at Kestrel sadly. "I will be at your funeral," he yipped, then promptly skipped away like nothing had happened.

(That's a spicy meme
Gives you uneeded art advice. If you want to get rid of the white lines, expand the fill bucket by one pixel.)

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I SEE THOSE DELETED POSTS

 

[Amer]

(Rip)
"Alright, then!" Scar barked in an overly-loud voice. "Let's go kill some small animals!" She whipped around and trotted after Brindlepup, keeping her ears pricked even though she knew there wasn't going to be any prey so close to camp.

(Storm)
Stripepup blinked several times. Then shook his head vigorously and nodded like a serious businessdog. "Oh, yeah. I mean, yes, you're right. But... um... I thought Jessica was in River Pack." he barked, staring blankly at Ivypup.

(Storm)
Stripepup turned to stare at Kestrel sadly. "I will be at your funeral," he yipped, then promptly skipped away like nothing had happened.



I SEE THOSE DELETED POSTS

Jade trotted after her.

 

[HeavensHens88]

(Rip)
"Alright, then!" Scar barked in an overly-loud voice. "Let's go kill some small animals!" She whipped around and trotted after Brindlepup, keeping her ears pricked even though she knew there wasn't going to be any prey so close to camp.

(Storm)
Stripepup blinked several times. Then shook his head vigorously and nodded like a serious businessdog. "Oh, yeah. I mean, yes, you're right. But... um... I thought Jessica was in River Pack." he barked, staring blankly at Ivypup.

(Storm)
Stripepup turned to stare at Kestrel sadly. "I will be at your funeral," he yipped, then promptly skipped away like nothing had happened.



I SEE THOSE DELETED POSTS

(Rip)
Owl sighed forcefully, following in Scar's ostentatious wake. As she slid into a gliding crawl that lead her into grasses that graciously shielded her view of her companions, she couldn't help but feel an individualized pang of bitter disgust toward each of them. There wasn't a single coyote among this group that she wouldn't have a problem with dying here and now.
And when her mind came to Scar, something yet more aggressive came over her casual evaluation of their worth. Her lips jerked, longing to rebel into a snarl, but her resolve for streamlined silence keep it at discontented bay.
There was the obvious devoid half of leadership in this pack, and there was one coyote that posed an undeniable obstacle to Owl unopposedly attaining that position.
And that was Scar.
It was I that spent all those moons conspiring alongside Reed with that negligible rogue...
Her nostrils twitched as the welcome tang of rabbit greeted her.
...It was I who carried out all of those nefarious tasks; I who poisoned prey; I who laid trails; I who spread contaminated whispers; I who lied...
Noticing the wind to be in her favor, Owl's tendons bent her down into a stiff crouch. Ack, it was easy to force admission into her strangely consenting ego that her muscles needed the aide of supplemental practice.
...It was I who never once betrayed a single scent, instead, I covered his tracks with my own...