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  • Fatal is..lonely.(any loners are fine)

    The dark-pelted she-cat stood proudly upon the hill, gazing out over to the lake. Permitting one small sigh to escape, she twitched her tail irritably.
    "Of all the things I would want," She muttered to nobody in particular, "I want companionship." Making her way down the treacherous slope, (for she rather enjoyed putting herself in danger), the feline padded to the glistening lake before her. Her ears swiveled around, alert for any movement around her. Feeling sure that she was very alone, she dipped her muzzle lower to lap up some of the cool water.
    It felt nice to her dry, sore tongue after the morning's grooming. Oh, how she missed clan life, and it's busy happenings every day.
    As the ripples stopped flowing, the reflection just made her mood grim. The hue of her right eye was a shocking blue, the other was cloudy. Grotesque scars, in the curious shape of claw marks, ran around her left eye. She was blind.
    Suddenly furious with the world, her weakness, everything,, she struck her paw onto the surface of the water, distorting the image. The bitter feeling that rose up inside her was inconsolable, so she simply curled up tightly on the shore of the lake, as if that would keep her from shattering to pieces.

  • σƒ ¢ℓαωѕ αη∂ тєєтн *Closing Down*

    (In response you your message, YES! XD)
    *secret*
    Name: Song
    Gender: Female
    Age: about a year
    Looks: (do you mind if I just describe her?) Song is small for her age, but very fast and precise. She has silvery-gray fur and is very pretty.
    Rank wanted: Warrior
    Crush/pups/mate: none of those yet
    Personality: She's quiet, gentle, and would be a good mother. Yet she can turn on you in a moment with a ferocious temper if agitated or provoked. she tends to sit alone and think, but you can count on her in a battle, she is loyal to the end with her pack.

  • Literate loners

    An amused purr broke from Bitter. "You just noticed me?" He twitched his whiskers in amusement and came up beside her, his kaleidoscopic eyes glittering with unconcealed laughter. "So," He meowed good-naturedly, "What's your name?"

  • She-cat in need of help

    Fatal stumbled across the barren land, whimpering softly to herself. The agony was unbearable. Crusted blood dried on her pelt, but most of it was her enemy. Fatal was lucky to escape with her life, but the tom, not so much. She shuddered, then her twisted paw gave out on her. She collapsed and tried to struggle to her feet, to no avail. She closed her eyes and waited for the swirling tendrils to over-take her.

  • Something I Can Conquer...

    Ooc| Okie dokie!


    The large German shepherd padded drearily, one dragged step at a time. He was exhausted beyond the point of collapsing, yet he still carried on. He then would give a small, frustrated sigh at the rain soaking his pelt. Just my luck, He thought with a dry smile as he sloshed through the muddy terrain. He then thought he saw a flicker of movement from the corner of his eye, but he mentally shook himself. Hallucinations, He nodded, then explanation making sense. Then he saw it again. He would stop himself, squinting to get a better look at the blurry figure in the distance. He curled his lip, his muscles aching but he readied himself for a fight.

  • Howls of the hounds! (OPEN TO ALL)

    UserName = AzulLegend
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    Name - Mumbaso
    Age - 9 years (years not moons)
    Gender - Male
    Rank - Beta Male
    Personality - Mumbaso has a very fierce personality. He protects his loved ones always ; and he is very loyal. Unfortunately, he has always had a short temper, often grumpy to most wolves, save his mate and couple of good friends.
    Appearance - http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs7…picturebypali-d38gsr6.jpg
    History - He wandered alone for the most part of his life, kicked out his small family pack once he grew to a year. He found this pack at around age 3 and stayed here ever since.
    Mate/Crush/Pups - Angel/Angel/Wants
    Other infomation - his right ear tip has been torn off in a skirmish.

  • herd of weeping willows *realisitic rp*

    Trotting forwards, Bronze could see a lone silhouette in the distance. He stomps a hoof, flattening his ears to his head. From this distance, he could not tell if it was a stallion or a mare. He takes off in a slow gallop, ready for anything.