A rogue and an alpha!? (Werewolf rp) (pack members needed)

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    Kita flattens her ears "why am I following these wolves?" She murmurs to herself

    Kita glances up "possibly" she says smirking. Her smirk soon falls once she smells other werewolves, her fur starts bristling with unease.


    Name: Death
    Age: 15
    Gender: Male
    Rank: Omega
    Wolf looks: Below
    Personality: He has OOC and hates when things are out of place. When something is perfectly symmetrical, he is awed and easily distracted by it. He will often throw little tantrums when things are really bugging him, such as his hair
    Other:

    Death sits in the clan, licking his paw. He looks up as he sees the alpha and beta and two other wolves walk in, his black and white pelt shimmering in the moonlight.


    Roy walks into camp, head held high. "Home sweet home" he breathes, glancing at all the wolves.

    Sam tenses up at the site of all the wolves. "Ok so how long till we can leave..." She mutters looking around

    Roy looks at Kita. He waves his tails at the wolves starting to crowd and they all leave, but most of them are still sneaking looks and the pups stare from the nursery(?) until there mother cuffs them.

    Kita looks at Roy thankfully. She looks around "so this is what an actual pack looks like" she says, her tail twitches in Interest as she looks at all the wolves and buildings

    Sam still deals nervous knowing that she's out numbered. She looks around and makes sure there's an escape route then turns into her human self. She is wearing faded blue jeans a checkered red and white tee shirt, old boots and a cowboy hat, her long blond hair now tangled. Sam stretches and yawns then asks "Will we be staying for more then a day?"

    Kita follows their lead and shifts back running a hand through her hair. She brushes off her ripped jeans, red tank top and her black leather jacket.