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

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Cluckcluck1215 said:
Birch snarled at Briar, backing off."Touch me and I kill you!"Her voice rang out, but it was a feeble and false threat.The white she-dog had just barely managed to get to her paws, her eyes glazing in pain, Her legs trembling.Her bloodstained pelt shone in the moonlight as she stumbled over to her sister.The gray she-dogs breathing was labored and raspy."We have to get her to camp....!Now...!!!"The Shedog let out a snarl of frustration as Hollyshadow appeared at her side."Let me help you."The young she-yote begged.Birch let out another snarl, pain shooting up her side."I will not take any help from a half blooded mutt like you."She growled.
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Dark limped up "Alpha," The she dog began, "We`ve been betrayed, by Thrush, he attack me after he killed a she-dog, I don`t know if I`m the only one."
 
HeavensHens88 said:
Breeze turned wild eyes on the young dog, eager to please, and yet naive in outward reasoning. "If there were some sort of magic herb that could get dying dogs across a river," she whispered hoarsely, lowering her voice and her head. "I'd have brought it to start with." Her ears pinned flat against her skull as she admitted aloud for the first time what she'd been silently brooding for hours. "We're going to lose a lot of them on the way across. But we have no choice."
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HeavensHens88 said:
Breeze stared down at her Alpha as the picture of utter hopelessness was painted before her eyes.
Their last remaining leader had panicked and collapsed. What image did that give the remaining conscious dogs?
Breeze nimbly leapt over her Alpha's shuddering form, and began barking a rapid fire of fiercely dominant demands. "Whoever's able to stand on there own, find someone who isn't and support them. Team up by two to carry completely out dogs. Do the same once we're in the river." She turned away to tend to Birch before even more apprehension could be kindled, then suddenly snapped her head back to the stupified crowd of physical dissent. "Whatever you do, don't stop."
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Cave trotted over to a severely wounded dog, whom she could barely recognize, and positioned herself at their side, waiting for a command from Breeze.
(Someone who has a wounded River dog - take the role, please XD)

RoostersAreAwesome said:
"Yeah," Rocket yipped, looking over at Calamitypup. "Wait a second... is that Re-, er, Beta?" she barked in disbelief. She approached the lump of black fur, pawing his flank. "Beta? You alive?"







(River)

Riverfire glanced at the Canyon and Rip Packers suspiciously. He turned away, attempting to haul an unconscious dog onto his back. "A little help?" he growled to the nearest canine.
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Raksha followed Rocket, wide-eyed, as she approached the mauled coyote. She turned her narrow snout towards the thin, terrified pup - Calamitypup, was it? She laid down beside her, unaware of the concerned look in her golden eyes. "Are you okay, pup?" She woofed gently, reaching out to nuzzle the shivering scrap of fur.

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Indistinct sounds swam in Reed's ears, gently luring his tired mind back to consciousness. His eyes flickered, and slowly he recognized the voice of Rocket. He moaned, and his eyes snapped open involuntarily, resulting in a sharp pulse of pain that seemed to echo through his skull. He gritted his teeth and pinned his ears, psyching his battle-rush body into the task of getting back up. "Procyon, let the fighting be over," he thought desperately. He opened his eyes and pulled his legs underneath him, then somehow managed to get to his feet. He stood, his legs splayed like a newborn fawn's as he struggled against the urge to lay back down. "I'm fine," he muttered, even though he knew he wasn't really 'fine' at all.
 
PeepersMama said:
Cave trotted over to a severely wounded dog, whom she could barely recognize, and positioned herself at their side, waiting for a command from Breeze.
(Someone who has a wounded River dog - take the role, please XD)



Raksha followed Rocket, wide-eyed, as she approached the mauled coyote. She turned her narrow snout towards the thin, terrified pup - Calamitypup, was it? She laid down beside her, unaware of the concerned look in her golden eyes. "Are you okay, pup?" She woofed gently, reaching out to nuzzle the shivering scrap of fur.

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Indistinct sounds swam in Reed's ears, gently luring his tired mind back to consciousness. His eyes flickered, and slowly he recognized the voice of Rocket. He moaned, and his eyes snapped open involuntarily, resulting in a sharp pulse of pain that seemed to echo through his skull. He gritted his teeth and pinned his ears, psyching his battle-rush body into the task of getting back up. "Procyon, let the fighting be over," he thought desperately. He opened his eyes and pulled his legs underneath him, then somehow managed to get to his feet. He stood, his legs splayed like a newborn fawn's as he struggled against the urge to lay back down. "I'm fine," he muttered, even though he knew he wasn't really 'fine' at all.
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Calamitypup looked up at the slender black dog, looming over her with a distinct concern glazing over her eyes. She shied away instinctively, her already puckered muzzle pulling back into a weak snarl. "Get away from me," she hissed. Her hackles twitched, bringing out a front the clownish pup had never assumed once before in her lifetime. This strange dog was obviously enemy- her scent blared as foreign as metal to Calamitypup's nose, and her posture clearly stated that she was on edge in Rip Pack territory. As Raksha bent forward again, oblivious to the inner war of conciliation and hatred that Calamitypup was caught between the direct line of fire, the pup lashed out abruptly and fled backward after her claws had made their mark. "Get away, get AWAY!" She crouched low, uttering strange whistles and snorts untranslated yet in dogspeak. It was all painfully simple- really. The moment her mother's death had been officiated, Calamitypup had been assaulted and forever robbed of a single, but oh so vital piece of her mental makeup-
Trust.
She had been offered a lie, she'd descended upon it with a ravenous heart- but instead of flourishing, she'd been struck down and would forever suffer.
She'd never trust another being again.
 
HeavensHens88 said:
Calamitypup looked up at the slender black dog, looming over her with a distinct concern glazing over her eyes. She shied away instinctively, her already puckered muzzle pulling back into a weak snarl. "Get away from me," she hissed. Her hackles twitched, bringing out a front the clownish pup had never assumed once before in her lifetime. This strange dog was obviously enemy- her scent blared as foreign as metal to Calamitypup's nose, and her posture clearly stated that she was on edge in Rip Pack territory. As Raksha bent forward again, oblivious to the inner war of conciliation and hatred that Calamitypup was caught between the direct line of fire, the pup lashed out abruptly and fled backward after her claws had made their mark. "Get away, get AWAY!" She crouched low, uttering strange whistles and snorts untranslated yet in dogspeak. It was all painfully simple- really. The moment her mother's death had been officiated, Calamitypup had been assaulted and forever robbed of a single, but oh so vital piece of her mental makeup-
Trust.
She had been offered a lie, she'd descended upon it with a ravenous heart- but instead of flourishing, she'd been struck down and would forever suffer.
She'd never trust another being again.
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(*HUGS POOR CALAMITYPUP* ;;;-;;; )

Raksha flinched and yanked her nose back. She lifted her head to where it would be out of reach if the pup attacked again, but she beyond her initial reflex, she didn't react. She slowly turned her gaze back to Rocket, one ear tilted in Calamitypup's general direction. Her face was a mask of indifference, but on the inside, her heart ached for the pup.
She wanted to pick her up and take her back to River pack, and raise her as her own. For some reason, her motherly instinct had taken a strong interest in the coyote; it was all she could do to pretend to ignore her, praying that the scrappy little pup would calm down enough that she could get closer to her.
 
(@ChickenCowboy02)
Ivypup stared blankly at her mother's carcass. Bramble lay there, her throat torn out as if she was an insignificant, unworthy piece of mistreated prey. There was no other existence more depreciating. Ivypup was finding it extremely hard to believe she'd ever looked up to this dog- this dog who'd not only betrayed her Alpha, but let herself in turn be felled by him.
How she'd lived her life overshadowed by such a sequestered weakling, Ivypup would never know.
But Bramble's guise as ultimate paragon had finally been seen as the transparent mask it'd always been. Ivypup was free from the influence that would potentially turn her herself into a horrific impediment to Storm Pack's interminable accent to ultimate power over all of these other so-called packs.
Pfft.
Packs.
Renegade inbred anarchists would be a much more becoming term for her and every other decent wolf's sake.
Ivypup flashed a malicious smile over her mother's snapped neck. "Sorry you had to go before you could witness my unobstrucyed rise over all of these fools and your own banishment."
She got up and plodded up to the most formidable wolf she could find. "Hey, Shadowfoot." He turned to face her and Ivypup suppressed an impromptu smirk of adrenaline-charged glee. He'd gained so much ferocity with a newly clawed-out eye. Blood still streamed down his gaunt cheek in trailing rivelets. "Mind taking that dog over there and disposing of her?"
 

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