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

(We are STILL getting nowhere...uhhh...hmmm...hmmm....hmmmm...)
Autumn charged up to Birch, throwing all of the submission nonsense to the wind. This was taking way too long for her liking, and though it didn't precisely concern her, these dogs were dropping like flies with each moment they stood around arguing who got to support whose shoulder. "Alpha," she barked, dipping her head for a split heartbeat before snapping it back to complete her constant observation. "We're ready to go?"
 
~~~~Coal kinda sort regained consciousness in Canyon pack camp, assuming that's where Stream is.~~~~
Stream hauled herself to her paws as she was suddenly battered by a swarm of negative thoughts. Here she was, lying in camp, nursing a wound, while her packmates were fighting for their lives- and undoubtedly vengeance for the accomplished deaths.
Waves of pain rolled across her foreleg as she forced a mass of weight onto it and radiated up to her spine. She shook her head a few times, then surged forward quickly enough not to give her nerves time to register how much exactly she was defying their orders. She had to get to the battlefield right now, and fall alongside with her packmates if so called for. What good was a leader who surrendered herself to one infirmity- what kind of leader would even grant herself the continued title of leader after such a lowly defeat?
She picked up speed, her bounds so forceful she wasn't touching the ground with the majority of her limbs, to her advantage.
(BLA.BLA.BLA.IMSODONE.)
 
(@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?"
These are the kinds of children that will murder you in your sleep if you steal their toys.
 
These are the kinds of children that will murder you in your sleep if you steal their toys.
Or put bleach in your smoothie for taking their phone

Stream hauled herself to her paws as she was suddenly battered by a swarm of negative thoughts. Here she was, lying in camp, nursing a wound, while her packmates were fighting for their lives- and undoubtedly vengeance for the accomplished deaths.
Waves of pain rolled across her foreleg as she forced a mass of weight onto it and radiated up to her spine. She shook her head a few times, then surged forward quickly enough not to give her nerves time to register how much exactly she was defying their orders. She had to get to the battlefield right now, and fall alongside with her packmates if so called for. What good was a leader who surrendered herself to one infirmity- what kind of leader would even grant herself the continued title of leader after such a lowly defeat?
She picked up speed, her bounds so forceful she wasn't touching the ground with the majority of her limbs, to her advantage.
(BLA.BLA.BLA.IMSODONE.)

I think Canyon went back to camp...
I think.

But whatever, all my canyon dogs are officially retired for the rest of the fight. :troll:

Night peeps :frow
 
(LILY.
GET LILY. ;-;)
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RPing only please no replying
(Every time someone say rip, I think that someone died.)
RPing only please
RPing only please
(Yup. The idiot! :D )
RPing only plez
(She saw a single dude that wasn't at all related to her and rejoiced in her good luck.
#MoonkittiLogic. )
RPing only please
(What did Moth ever see in him. Tsk, tsk, tsk.)
RPing only plz
AHAM
is our bread during drought.
Our water during famine.
Our tissues during rage.
Our guns during tears.
Our dove during hatred.
Our war during peace.
Our candy during sickness.
Our medication during health.
Our extravagance during poverty.
Our frugality during wealth.
RPing only please
(More like Mothkitti.
#PunFail)
RPing only plez
((That was beautifully horrid. :D )
RPing only plez
(Thank you. :D)
RPing only please


Flash tiredly layed down next to a bush watching the other dogs walking around. He sighed
 
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RPing only please no replying

RPing only please

RPing only please

RPing only plez

RPing only please

RPing only plz

RPing only please

RPing only plez

RPing only plez

RPing only please


Flash tiredly layed down next to a bush watching the other dogs walking around. He sighed
Like I said
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