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Alagesia's attention was drawn to the small pup. "Oh, no, no Kiba." He shook his head and let out a snarl as he thought about how much a new born pup will slow them down. This wasn't where they were supposed to stay and they couldn't stay long enough for that pup to get older and stronger. She'd never survive. He glanced at Nightshade to see what he thought.

Marshpoint trotted out of the shed, his shoulders twitching. He sniffed at the fresh kill pile, only one mouse was warm so he grabbed. He picked up a semi-cold thrush for himself and padded back into the shed.

"Mere yew gro." He mumbled through his mouthful, dropping the two small animals and pushing the mouse towards his mate.

"Goldensong I really like for sure." He nodded looking up, purring. "Redpelt probably and Jumpingheart, maybe." He shrugged and looked at the she-cat.

Ooc| Hello, this is going to be semi-literate, anyone can join and I hope you read this first. No list type intro is needed just type up a paragraph, throwing your character into the roleplay. The situation is there was a plane crash as the plane was flying over the Bermuda Triangle and only a few survived. The survivors somehow got to shore and are now on an island that they know nothing about.

Mermaids swam them to shore, BUT THE HUMANS DO NOT KNOW THIS YET. The island is engulfed in an ancient magick, escaping society's notice for all of time. These kids are the first humans to step foot on the island. The mythical creatures, any creature you can think of and yes you can make it up. They don't show themselves easily though, they must wait until the kids are worthy so please don't have a unicorn walk up to your character.
This isn't logical but keep it somewhat realistic, please.

READ THIS BEFORE JOINING ^

Bic| Sound came to the boy first, waves pushing around sand and a few thick things that caused a break in the waves’ pattern. Stark inhaled deeply, it felt like the scent of salt filled his lungs more than oxygen did which ignited his coughing fit. He leaned up on his elbow and coughed through the sharp pains in his sides, his eyes now shut against the bright sunlight and water suddenly rushing up from somewhere within his body. The boy coughed up water until he was panting, his energy gone. What happened? He thought to himself as he squinted again, his green eyes laced with red, burning from the grains of sand that lodged themselves and scratched his eyelid whenever he blinked. He was able to pull himself up until he was sitting, his body seemed to be intact despite the soreness and sharp pains in his sides. Stark’s mind quickly went away from his own bodily concern when he saw where he was.

The water in front of him was a light blue until it seemed to darken into a sapphire-like color. He ran a hand through his damp-sand covered hair, his fingers getting stuck in his light blonde locks. He let out a small curse before ripping his fingers the rest of the way through, biting his lip with the unwelcome pain.

The plane crash slammed into his conscious from his memory. He had spaced…completely. He slowly stood but the blood still rushed to his head making him dizzy, his stomach turning as he looked around. The beach would be pretty if it wasn’t covered in various items from the plane; a seat, clothes, shoes, and worst of all no bodies. He bit his lip, glancing around quickly for anyone around him. He was alone, entirely. "F@&*!" He spat onto the sand before realizing he had no clothes or shoes. His white vneck was destroyed and his calf-high shorts were soaked, feeling heavy on his hips. He drug his shirt off of himself as he sucked in air to yell for anyone. Anyone. “Mom! Dad!” He screamed as loud as his injured ribs would allow. No one was in sight.

Marshpoint smiled at her, he enjoyed her company. "So Foxfur, tell me about yourself?" He didn't know if he was asking the wrong question but he figured it couldn't hurt.

Username;; Grimlynx

Character's name;; James Stark (Goes by Stark)
Age;; 17
Gender;; Male
Weight;; 170 lbs
Height;; 5'10"
Appearance;; He is tall and some-what muscular but not crazy-body-builder. Stark's eyes are an emerald green, catching. His hair is light blonde, almost looking white.
Personality;; He is fluent is sarcasm and finds other's misfortune hilarious. He is typical, can be your best friend one moment and horrible the next. Although like with any human, he does have a soft side though it is usually locked tightly away. He is athletic, in shape like a young man should be.
History;; His father was a Marine and even though he can't remember his parents now he still grew up in a strict household. He is honorable in his actions thanks to his father's teachings from birth. He has been at the school for a year now, arriving in a daze after he was skating in a hurricane with some friends and trash bags.
Animals(optional);; He has a long haired tan male cat, called Leo. The cat strangely resembles a lion even though it's body make-up is extremely small in comparison.
Other;; He is a popular, mostly because of his looks.

Marshpoint nodded slowly, not much he could say off of that. "My parents are dead. I was born outside of the clan, in a marsh." He smiled then, "That's how I got my name, the only one to survive the birth."

Stark heard a reply, a female voice. Hoping it was his mom he stood and let out a breath as the pain racked his body. He had to be strong. The boy started in the direction of the voice, "Where are you?!" He called back as loudly as he could.

The sand beneath his feet was pure white. It was odd. This whole place was odd because it was so beautiful. The water was calm, nothing broke the surface so the whole ocean looked like glass. Stark had never seen anything like this place, not even in magazines.

His legs carried him forward almost automatically, he was having trouble thinking through the pains of movement. His body ached and his ribs were shooting sharp pains down his body. He glanced up from the sand and saw a girl, sitting up. Inside he couldn't help the disappointed feeling settle in his stomach, it wasn't his mom. But at least someone is alive. He limped up to her and looked down at the soaking girl, "Have you seen anyone else?"

"That makes sense." Marshpoint mewed sarcastically and stood up, stretching out his limbs. He didn't like sitting in one place for a long time and his paws were itching to be moving.

Alagesia's ears twitched and he felt the awkward sensation of the other's eyes on his fur. "No, little one I'm not." He let Nightshade's words sink in, considering his options. He couldn't leave her to die, it wasn't what the Goddess would approve of.

Despite his gut he nodded to Nightshade once, "She may come along then. In the event you are needed, she must not get in the way." The alpha looked back to the pup, she was kind of cute. He tried to look sweet for her but he had this strange aversion to pups so it was challenging.

Stark nodded and took a few steps away from the girl. He didn't know her and he assumed she was on the plane and he faintly remembered seeing her when they were boarding but he wasn't sure. That didn't matter right now though.

Butterfur! ~ Has No Avatar wrote:

Hi, sorry about this, but I've decided to pull Paintpaw out of MythClan, I've decided I have enough PseudoClan cats as it is, sorry.

Okay.

The brown wolf looked around, the pup seemed to lighten the small pack's spirits and for that he was grateful. "Little one, what would you like to be called?" He restated Nightshade's question.

"How about Silme? It means moonlight in the language of the Goddess." Alagesia lowered his head and his voice, settling himself down beside the small white pup.

Alagesia flattened his ears as he narrowed his golden eyes towards the she-wolf. "It means moonlight in the Goddess's language." He growled, pulling his lips over his long white fangs. He wasn't about to stand for a smart-alick she-wolf. "I didn't say anything about the way it sounds Onyx and I can promise you, you'll never be addressed as Black Shine of the Onyx in my pack since you'll never be addressed for something important." The growl and threat in his bark was clear.

Alagesia's tail lashed, making the air to make a soft sound. He was glad she felt before he tore her ears off for talking to him the way she did in front of a pup. His ears were still flattened, he couldn't shake the irritation. He hated stupid she-wolves.

One does not disrespect an alpha and not expect to be punished. If she didn't want a pack to protect her nor did she want to be respectful then she has no place in the Pack of the Golden Twilight Sun anyways.

He turned to face Nightshade, his head high, "I would like for someone to go after her and kill her." He glanced sideways at the pup, hating that he had to speak like this in front of her. "She can not just leave unscathed. She knows much about us and prey is already scarce, she will pose a threat to our wholesome well being as a pack." He wasn't giving and order but simply speaking, waiting to hear what his second in command would say.

Ooc| Do I have permission to kill her? You do know that any sane wolf would not speak to an alpha like you have?
Btw, she wouldn't be able to just catch a buck.....
Don't you dare powerplay btw and hit my wolf.

Bic| Alagesia turned around to face the smaller female wolf. "You are out of your place." He barked a tone of authority in his voice. He stepped towards her, around the small deer, until his muzzle was inches from hers. "If you wish to stay, then you will take your punishment. If you wish to leave, then you will take your punishment." He licked his lips once and let out a growl, "Either way, you have disrespected your alpha so you will pay with your blood. You wanted to join. You were right to be a lone wolf. If this was a stronger pack you'd be long gone."

He took a step back and looked down at the black wolf, his eyes narrowed, "Actually, I do not wish for you to continue to be in my pack. You've earned no place."

"You spoke to me in a way you should not and I threatened you as I continue to do. Your life story is very sad but I have my pack to worry about not you. This pup is no concern of yours, she will be taken care of and as for your pride and sanity...you obviously have hubris to think you can speak to me like you have and sanity, you have very little." His golden eyes were glazed with anger, he would not have this wolf around any longer.

"Onyx, you are exiled from the Pack of the Golden Twilight Sun. You will not be allowed to return to us. You've lost your place. Now be gone!" His tone was final, he would not change his mind on this though the idea of killing her was still up in the air.

Ooc| Um. he is the alpha and you're supposed to listen to him. I'm serious when I say I don't want her in the pack anymore, I don't. So if you could go...that'd be great.

Alagesia sighed and turned to Nightshade, "She obviously has lost her sanity. I wonder what pack would even take her in..." He left no room for questions from his pack, he was tired, the sun was down, he didn't want to worry about some crazy she-wolf creeping out there. He would just have to be on guard with his pack from now on.

Ooc| If I hadn't of said it you wouldn't have left, I meant your wolf, not exactly you. Sorry. I didn't want to be like "Well Alagesia says abskdadkjsa" I'd rather just say it myself. Good luck to ya.