●☾❅❄☁ WinterStorm wolf pack ☁❄❅☽● (RP thread

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    SEASON: Fall, snow will be coming soon and winter coats turning white. The ground growing colder in this arctic circle valley.


    Time: Moon raising - 9 PM


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    | > Wolves are just coming back from a good hunt of caribou
    | > The pack had gotten home and soon the night shall be filled by songs of the wolvesl
    | >The Night began an something seems off.
    | > The alpha Deamon is dead.. and now what will Crest and WhiteMoon do?
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    WhiteMoon walks back to the pack's den clearing from a good hunt with the other members of her pack. She smiles and laughs as the wolves chat. She is having a good time. She walks quickly with the other wolves as the hunting groups drag the caribou behide.

    Crest was at the caribou's head. His teeth had already splintered the antlers off, so his jaws were closed around it's fleshy nose, pulling it steadily with the other across the tiny snow patches, a close reminder of the seasons change.
    Crest was a very strong, smart wolf, but unlike his fellow pack mates, his coat did not turn color, but simply grew thicker and more course in the winter, then softer and thinner in the summer. His toes had ice chips pricking at his nerves in his pads, but until he got the kill to camp, he would pay the no mind.

    "I cant wait when we get back home."She smiled as she sees more trees as the pack heads home from the treeless field of the hunting grounds.

    Sil was holding the caribou's leg, mouth watering slightly and tail wagging. I can't wait to eat this caribou! She thought and pushed the thought away. No! I have to wait until the pack eats first. Then I'll get a chance to eat. She hated the thought of eating before anyone and she didn't want wolves to starve, so she she always tried to catch a lot of food.

    Ooc; higher ranks eat before the lower ones. leaving, don't flood 0-0


    Ic; Crest pulled the fleshy nose harder, and felt the skin split a little. Her stopped, repositioned his bite, and started up again until they were at the camp. Once the lay the meal down in a selected place, Crest dipped his head low to the alpha, and flicked an ear. "I am going on a patrol," he said slowly, and then turned, his long tail following him back out

    To night is a full moon and each full mon the wolves catch the largest pray thats not to hard to catch and place it in the middle of the pack den clearing where he moon light shine brightest. The wolves would hve fun and relax.

    Crest walked down the camp clearing after his patrol, tail flicking. A small doe was locked in his maw as he dragged its lifeless carcass over to the prey patch, and lay it beside the larger bull caribou

    She dipped her head to her fellow wolves as she sat done on the snow rock, ready to give a spech when all have gather around

    Crest, rather rapidly, took note of his alphas position at the Snowy Rock, and he flicked his ears a few time. Carefully, and gently, he told each wolf who was doing there own thing that she was waiting, and soon the whole pack was gathered, Crest sitting at the edge

    "Tonight is of the full moon. Shining light at night at our home." She went on, " Every full moon we shall celebrate the full moon by hunting a caribou we had chosen to dine on this day. " The Alphess looks at the pray and then at the diming light of the sky as it is lit up by the rising moon. "I thank mother moon for this great night, a lovly pack and for the life of the caribou we had chosen to eat below your night. Now who was the one to finish off the caribou to death.. For he or ahe shal start the night with a howl. "

    Crest thought back to the kill, sure he had made the final slice of the life giving jugular vein, but he never was one to boast, so he remained without talking, his molten amber eyes fixed on the Alphaness

    "Well if no one wish to call out, then I shall pick." she stared out into the crowed of wolves. "Sil, would you like to start the night?" She smiled.

    Crest looked at Sil, and nodded his approval, before . "Go on," he muttered with encouragement, and turned on his paws. a small prick made him cringe, and he lifted his paws to check what the culprit was

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    [ic] Daemon padded up behind the she-wolf known as Wintermoon, aka his mate. The massive black wolf took a seat beside her, his warm golden eyes flicking over each and every wolf. He leaned close to Wintermoon and licked her cheek gently. "Nice catch," he murmured softly.
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    THe alphas name is wintermoon. idk if she has a mate :/


    Crest looked back at Demon with a cold stare. His hot lava eyes turned as he walked out of the camp, and into the forest, his tail sweeping the air around him



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    OC: The Alphess name is WhiteMoon but her longer name is WhiteMoon of WinterStorm


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    IC: WhiteMoon watched as Crest left. Seems like Crest is being bothered.. I could talk to him after tonight maybe to see what's wrong. WhiteMoon turned her head to her mate and smiled at him. She looked back at Crest leaving as her smile left.


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    Daemon smirked unhappily when the other male left. Is he alright? the alpha thought to himself. Daemon laid his tail over Whitemoon's and scooted closer to her until their pelts brushed. He looked around the pack and waited for someone to start the night.



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    OC: RULE 7.) No flooding! Allow others to catch up before you continue on. Since there is this rule we have to wait for The person who plays sil comes on but ill give 3 weeks starting from her latest post. :c hate when things like this happen


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