welcome to camp were-creature! ~RP~

Kione ducked, her long brown hair brushing the cold concrete of the sidewalk. The cop was coming towards her, although she knew that she was completely invisible. Gently, she took a step back and winced when a stick cracked. The cops brown eyes turned towards her, and before he could start walking towards the sound, she took off. She could hear the cops voice but she did not stop, jumping over logs and running into the cover of the forest. Panting, she stomped up the steps to her cabin and took the key from her neck. Shutting and locking the door behind her, she made her way towards the tiny table and deposited her prize. In the ratty old backpack, a few cans of corn, two bags of tomatoes, a loaf of bread, and a jar of milk rested. Sighing, she sat down on the one wooden stool and put her head in her hands. She didn't know how she could go on like this; stealing and scavenging for food and searching for a job. That was, until she saw the paper on the table.

Camp Were-creature!

Pack your bags, you're leaving in two days. If you refuse, you will be turned over to foster care.

Choose wisely.

Christina

Cursing, she crumbled up the paper and tossed it into the small box for garbage.

Underneath it, another paper sat.

3 dresses, formal/unformal

7 outfits, be prepared for physical activity

4 sets of pajamas

1 set of toiletries

1 weapon of your choice

3 bathing suits

1 pillow

Necessities for your animal

Sleeping bag.
 
Jason couldn't help but smile when Isabella's mom lay down a nice steaming stack of pancakes in front of him yum homemade he thought and tried to remember the last time he had homemade breakfast, ever since his parents had got that stupid job all they did was fight and didn't pay any attention to him anymore not that I care he told himself "pass the syrup and butter please" Isabella handed him a square of butter and the syrup bottle he drowned his pancakes in syrup and added the square of butter, Isabella looked at him and put butter on her pancakes "syrup is to sweet" Isabella had told Jason a number of times.



"So are we going into town today to get supplies for your camp?" Isabella's mom asked "yup Isabella can finally wear dresses" Jason laughed "why would I want to wear one of those things? Isabella demanded "they are so uncomfortable and look so weird" Isabella made a face and Jason laughed "says on the list" he managed to choke out
 
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Name: Jan
Were-mockingbird
Class: 1
Gender: Female.
Age: 15
Appearance: She is the average height for her age, with black hair and gray eyes. She has feathers in her hair that she usually hides.
Pic: (Human pic)
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(Were-form)
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Abilities: She can imitate any sound.
Pets: A Great Burmese Mountain Dog named Becca.
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Other: Her best friend is Marty.
Username: bluedragonfire
 
Name: Marty
Werewolf
Class: 1
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Appearance: She is slender and tall, with shoulder-length wavy red hair and amber eyes. She has fangs and small feathers on her shoulderblades. In wolf form, she has red and white fur and wings.
Pic: (Human form)
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(Were-form)
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Pets: An Irish Setter named Ruby.
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Other: Her mother is a weredove and her father is a werewolf. Her best friend is Jan.
Username: bluedragonfire
 
Isis looked at the things that she had packed:
Seven T-shirts with jeans and shorts (Incase it was warm) and a coat if it got cold.
Underwear
Four of her PJs (Most were mismatched)
Her favorite blue and green dresses and, a rose colored gown (she didn't really like it though)
Her toothbrush (She would die of embaressment if people saw what her mom would have packed) and other toiletries
Some bathing suits
A sword (She hoped they didn't have metal detectors)
Her sleeping bag (With little flying raptors on it, WHY MOM?!)
A pillow (Thankfully white)
Tyet's cat bed, food, water bowl, and mouse toy
A water bottle (With a tyet on it. great.)
Her journal
Understanding Cats by M.Y. Catscrazy
Birds of North America by F.L. Yaway
Falconry for Birdbrains by G.Y.R. Falcon (Important if you are the kite)
A deck of cards (mostly shredded by Tyet, but still playable)
A faded shoulder bag (the thing was ancient)
 
Groaning, Kione stuffed the list in her pocket and rummaged through her dresser. Choosing everything would be hard, she thought. Grabbing random stuff and putting it in her backpack, she grabbed a toothbrush, toothpaste, and flossers. Underneath all of her old ratty clothes, three dresses rested. One was a cream, with gold accent along the hem that reached her knees. It was simple, yet elegant, and looked good on her. The other two were an emerald green, and a dove gray. They were her mothers, but when she died, Kione inherited them. Gingerly, she picked them up and put them in her backpack. Closing the drawer door, she walked over to a secret compartment in the floor. Kneeling, she ran her finger along the seam of the door and waited for it to click. When it did, she opened it up and smiled at the sight of her knives. They were throwing knives, which she also inherited from her mother, and they suited her perfectly. Tucking her hair behind her ear, she picked up the belt to which they were fastened to and put it in her backpack. She grabbed her favorite leather jacket and put it on, breathing in the scent of leather and the outdoors. Grabbing her only sleeping bag and pillow, she stuffed those into another bag. Finally, she sat down and opened the bread. Grabbing a slice, she took the checklist out of her pocket and read through. Nodding to herself, she retrieved the letter from the garbage and read it over.
 
(is it time to go to camp? today is wensday)

Dakota walked to her moms office "Hey mom we gotta go shopping. I need some pj's 2 bathing suits and-" Her little sister ran into the room "Can i have your deer well you're away?' Christina asked. "No i'm taking her with me." Christina sighed "you're no fun." She complained then ran off Dakota frowned "As i was saying i need some tooth paste and a few toothbrushes." Her mom looked at her. "Yeah we'll go in a few minutes. Get your shoes on and meet me in the car."
 

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