"ok..." i stopped and stood there slightly. 'uh.." i whimpered in horror, another wolf, im DEAD!
Wolves of The Beyond
- Wolf Girl11
- Closed
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Leokun dropped his prey and sniffed thoughtfully. A different scent? Doesn't smell like anyone from the Pack.
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Shabany tensed up. "Hello Leokun." she choked.
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My muscles tensed up when i smelt the wolf coming closer.
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Shabany enters her den quickly. She goes up to Stella. "Just keep quiet." She dumps some water on Stella. "It'll hind your sent."
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I almost let out a howl because the water was cold. "mmmm... !" i climbed up the den and layed on the ceiling like a spider or somthing.
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Did someone already accept me?
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Shabany looks up at Stella. "What are you doing?" she growled.
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"hiding what do you think!?"
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"On the ceiling?" she asked.
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"its not like he will see me! im hiding in a dent in the ceiling!"
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"I'm not blind!" she half growled half whispered.
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I jumped down and growled," if YOU have a better place then you might as well show me!" but paused as the wolf walked by the den. then walked passed it. "phew!"
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"wait, i think he is gone." i padded out the den and sat down and shook my fur dry. "ahh...."
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Name:Killer and Lila
Looks like:[img width=621 height=200 alt=wolf-av5]http://warriorcatsrpg.com/avat…0and%20Foxes/wolf-av5.jpg[/img] genders:Female and male
Rank:malcadh wolves
ages:12 years and 13 years
hint:Grey one IS killer and white one IS lila
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OOC: Sorry! I have so many charries, I get muddled up!! Luna sorry!
OOC: It's OK. I messed up one of my cats name's in the lab. And Brook accepted. :) . -
Satsujin limped, she was on her tummfraw, she had been there for days. She paced, she had been given a few mice from pityful passing wolves. But they never took her in, and the weak, small prey wouldn't keep her alive. The small she-wolf started limping towards a forest, her left fore-paw was splayed. And she had gotten a thorn in her pad, leaving a crescent moon shape in her pad.