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

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Name: Shadowfoot
Pack: Storm
Gender: Male
Age (in moons): 27 Moons
Rank: Beta
Packtors: (IF UNDER 5 MOONS AND ARE A PUP!-like mentors from Warriors, but there are two- an adult male and a female)
Personality: Elite, calculating, cruel, fierce, has grown increasingly wary since his battle with Mudskipper.
History: Shadowfoot was just a pup when his parents and siblings, were killed by notails. Starving and alone, he was found by a Storm pack patrol. They took him into their pack and trained him to be a fierce hunter. Many moons since then Shadowfoot has proven himself a formidable adversary. In the recent war a small dog known as Mudskipper engaged him in a fierce battle in which he lost his left eye, and proved fatal for Mudskipper. With only half of his original sight-line he is kind of worrisome. [/FONT]
Description of bodily attributes: Black-as-night, large paws, many scars, yellow eye, missing left eye.
Breed if dog or species if wolf/coyote: Eastern Timber Wolf
Mate/crush: None, as of yet.
Parents: Killed by notails.
Siblings: Killed by notails.
Pups: N/A
Other:
Username: ChickenCowboy02
 
HeavensHens88 said:
(Storm)
The very temperamental and non-conforming weather had recently decided to add some thunder into the lovely tumultuous snow hurricane mess. Ivypup looked at Cheese Grits with a mild disgust, then turned away as she began to drag her sodden body across the sodden camp. The wind had broken many large branches as though they were mere stalks of grass to be snapped from the earth, and picking one's way across the camp was appearing to be a very strenuous task indeed. "I'd take Rip's bloodstained fields over this any day," she muttered to no one in particular. Her lips peeled back in disgust when she set foot in something of a fault of quickmud near the belles' den and quickly recoiled. Let's just hope Eon doesn't decide impromptu spring cleaning is more important than sleep.
And Sirius forbide she makes us sit vigil for the fallen now or any of that carp.
(@Flufferes- does she? :D)

(Rip)
Calamitypu remained in the middle of the pretty much ruined camp, freakishly motionless as if she were locked in a dreamless sleep- yet her eyes were wide open and fixed on absolutely nothing.

~~~~~

Jasper sat outside of his den, head bowed in a reverence not to any one being or even abstract emotion in particular. Opal's soft snores filtered outside, yet he had no desire to be denning beside his mate at this current mental state.
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Eon dug a hole and deposited her pink glittery tutu in it, and hesitantly started to kick the loose dirt on top like a blanket over her childhood.. She said her goodbyes and was ready to graduate into adulthood.
Jk
As if I have to say that

Eon hopped over a small tree that had fallen, and let out a huff. She thought about her insignificance that she proved prevalent during the entire war. She risked nothing, and lost more. Everyone probably noticed my absence, I was stupid to walk out in front of all their judgemental eyes, I should have kept hiding. Im such a coward. Why me of every other stinking dog in this pack, Dark Storm put me on a pedestal. Every single dog in this entire tragic group of dramatic squirrel-brained dogs is more of an alpha than I could ever be. Idiots. They're all idiots. Dark Storm Is- er, was the biggest idiot. I shouldn't care I need to just run with it. Storm Pack better brace themselves..for me.
Her tail swung low, she blankly looked at her feet as they rose and fell with every step. She reached an elevated point in the wet, pine noodle ridden earth and gazed upon the awaiting canines. She held her head high as her doubts cleared her mind for a split second to deliver a statement.
"Do as you please. I'll address all your sad lives later." As she spoke, her eyes met with that of Ivypup's. Something was off about her. Eon's hackle fur was raised in suspicion. She curiously stared at her, sensing a bewildering malice. I have a bad feeling about that dog.
With that, she trotted off toward her den.

Kestrel nommed on a tree. It tasted like sap.

Alright I've done my job here
*Hibernates*
 
Flufferes said:
Whitnay glanced to her side. "You're fine." She stated flatly, and sat down. Her long fluffy tail curled around her, decorated in prickly burr seeds. "Say, where are you going in such a hurry?"
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Lilypup shrank back even more as Whitnay talked. She hurriedly replied. "Night jumped into the river, probably to get more injured dogs, and I saw him run out to the other side, but he hasn`t came back."
 
Flufferes said:
Eon dug a hole and deposited her pink glittery tutu in it, and hesitantly started to kick the loose dirt on top like a blanket over her childhood.. She said her goodbyes and was ready to graduate into adulthood.
Jk
As if I have to say that

Eon hopped over a small tree that had fallen, and let out a huff. She thought about her insignificance that she proved prevalent during the entire war. She risked nothing, and lost more. Everyone probably noticed my absence, I was stupid to walk out in front of all their judgemental eyes, I should have kept hiding. Im such a coward. Why me of every other stinking dog in this pack, Dark Storm put me on a pedestal. Every single dog in this entire tragic group of dramatic squirrel-brained dogs is more of an alpha than I could ever be. Idiots. They're all idiots. Dark Storm Is- er, was the biggest idiot. I shouldn't care I need to just run with it. Storm Pack better brace themselves..for me.
Her tail swung low, she blankly looked at her feet as they rose and fell with every step. She reached an elevated point in the wet, pine noodle ridden earth and gazed upon the awaiting canines. She held her head high as her doubts cleared her mind for a split second to deliver a statement.
"Do as you please. I'll address all your sad lives later." As she spoke, her eyes met with that of Ivypup's. Something was off about her. Eon's hackle fur was raised in suspicion. She curiously stared at her, sensing a bewildering malice. I have a bad feeling about that dog.
With that, she trotted off toward her den.

Kestrel nommed on a tree. It tasted like sap.

Alright I've done my job here
*Hibernates*
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Redfeather winced when he heard 'sad lives.' So typical of Eon. He wasn't sure how much more he would like her than Darkstorm, but regardless, he would like her more as a leader by a landslide. As he was given time to think, Redfeather realized he had never liked Darkstorm, and thought of all the reasons for it. Trying to be helpful all the time had caused him to toss the thoughts aside, because they weren't useful to his helping others.
 
Flufferes said:
Eon dug a hole and deposited her pink glittery tutu in it, and hesitantly started to kick the loose dirt on top like a blanket over her childhood.. She said her goodbyes and was ready to graduate into adulthood.
Jk
As if I have to say that

Eon hopped over a small tree that had fallen, and let out a huff. She thought about her insignificance that she proved prevalent during the entire war. She risked nothing, and lost more. Everyone probably noticed my absence, I was stupid to walk out in front of all their judgemental eyes, I should have kept hiding. Im such a coward. Why me of every other stinking dog in this pack, Dark Storm put me on a pedestal. Every single dog in this entire tragic group of dramatic squirrel-brained dogs is more of an alpha than I could ever be. Idiots. They're all idiots. Dark Storm Is- er, was the biggest idiot. I shouldn't care I need to just run with it. Storm Pack better brace themselves..for me.
Her tail swung low, she blankly looked at her feet as they rose and fell with every step. She reached an elevated point in the wet, pine noodle ridden earth and gazed upon the awaiting canines. She held her head high as her doubts cleared her mind for a split second to deliver a statement.
"Do as you please. I'll address all your sad lives later." As she spoke, her eyes met with that of Ivypup's. Something was off about her. Eon's hackle fur was raised in suspicion. She curiously stared at her, sensing a bewildering malice. I have a bad feeling about that dog.
With that, she trotted off toward her den.

Kestrel nommed on a tree. It tasted like sap.

Alright I've done my job here
*Hibernates*
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Slate thought for a moment. He absently watched Kestrel, who for once was relaxing a little bit and eating a tree, when suddenly Slate thought of Eon's buried tutu.

Jk

Slate felt sorrow quiver through him. It was confusing... He wasn't used to not having a purpose. And he hated it.

Quietly, he slipped over to Kestrel. "Good lookin' tree ya got there," he said, his depressed mood carrying into his voice more than he wanted it to. As Kestrel glanced up to meet his gaze, he looked away, overwhlemed with a needless grief that he didn't understand. The thought of Eon's tutu lifted his spirits for a brief moment, but then he sighed forlornly. Eon was right. Life was sad.
 

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