Posts by ~TheShadowRaven~

Okay, that's fine, Boo. Also, there's quite a few spelling errors on your form. That's fine for here, but I do not wish to see many on the roleplay thread. ^.^

Mistakes happen, Specter. c: I'm not going to ban anyone for a few grammar mistakes. I'm mainly on mobile myself, and sometimes it auto-corrects for me.

--Tracking.

Tawnyeagle glanced at Sweetbird, his gaze worried.

Gingerpelt sighed," I'm sorry, dear..." There wasn't much she could say.

OOC: Not a problem. That's good enough for me.

I'll reply in a few, I have to find out where the Alpha roleplayer is...

OOC: Be sure to post something soon, Thirteenmoons. We don't want a inactive leader! ;)

IC: Ambrose mumbled something, a irritated look flashing across his face as he rolled over once again. His breathing evened out once more, and he slipped into a easy deep sleep.

Nola nodded to her packmates who were waking, her eyes glinting." Good to see you all up." She barked softly." Now, as usual, I want two patrols. A scavenging patrol, and a guard patrol." Her tone became more authoritative, and her curly tail was stiff. All were clear signals of her role as beta, showing that she took this all very seriously. Turning, she now looked at Pepsi." Do you need any supplies?" She had to ask. They didn't understand herbs, but there was other methods of healing. Nola herself knew how to wrap a bad wound with cobwebs and fern fronds- in a case of emergency.

Ebadiah stretched and twisted, making sure to get the knots out of his muscles. Yawning slightly, he nodded at Nola's orders. More danger, possibly more death... He thought gloomily.

Aaryan held out a arm protectively, making sure Tara was safely behind him." She is my friend. And I will protect her." He said firmly, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Brr, indeed." Tawnyeagle agreed, watching Bronzestar retreat to her nest.I should have the medicine cat check up on her... He mused.

Gingerpelt chuckled," That is a bonus!" She purred.

Cowspots shifted in his spot, shivering slightly from the chill of winter.

I don't really know. It's your character, so you can make her whatever breed you want... Except for a husky. ;) try researching breeds! It's really interesting.

Tawnyeagle nodded, trying to shake his worries from his mind. Padding over to the fresh kill pile, he took one into his powerful jaws, before turning and heading back towards Sweetbird.

Gingerpelt considered this for a moment." Perhaps, Cowspots would be a fatherly figure. He is young, but so are you. I'm sure he would do it well, so maybe you should ask him." Gingerpelt shrugged slightly.

Cowspots rose, blinking sleepily. But he had to make sure that his clanmates were fine. Sticking his head into the nursery, he gave the queens a friendly nod." Would you two like some prey? I would be happy to get some for you." He offered.

Just remember; No small dogs!

Yep, it's up. :) last page, I believe.

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Name: "My name is Bearthroat."
Gender: "Male..."
Age: "I'm twenty-four moons old."
Rank: "Warrior, thanks."
Personality: Bearthroat is a wise and mature Tom-cat who takes charge when necessary. He is respectful and calm, but rarely speaks unless spoken to.
Mate/Kits/Crush/: "...No mate, nor kits.. I suppose I'm open to admiring someone, if they prove themselves.
History(optional): "I was born here, understand?"
Other: "What's a muffin?"

Please fix the personality a bit, and all humans died out around ten years ago, so Raven would not have had a owner.

Bearthroat thanks you for the explanation.

Elkleap had been having a rough night, unusually restless. He had given up hopes of sleep before dawn, and was currently pacing around their camp. His eyes were sharp, spiked with thought. What today?... He pondered.

Doespring remained asleep, her pale eyes shut tightly. Her flank twitched, and she shuddered unconsciously.

Airpaw woke slowly, stretching open his blue eyes. A broad smile grew on the grey tom's face, and he leapt to his feet, stumbling out of the den. Training today! He thought excitedly.

She looks a bit younger than seven months... But accepted. :)

OOC: Boo, they all sleep together in one big room...

IC: Eb nodded, his floppy black ears swaying."I can do that, Pepsi." He said quietly. He stretched once again, shaking a few fleas from his pelt. It couldn't be helped- Almost every dog had them. The only relief they got was during the winter, where the weather grew so harsh and cold that they all died. The Polish Hunting Dog glanced at the large front door, before looking at his fellow Guards." Shall we go?" He woofed.

Ambrose looked unamused." We don't have all day!" He snapped," I'm hungry, let's scavenge!" He stomped a foot irritably, earning a pointed look from Nola.

Nola looked to her alpha, grateful that he had finally woken." Good to see you up, Dark." She barked." Any special orders for today?" She tilted her head, paddding over to the Labrador mix calmly.

Bearthroat padded into the camp, a thrush clamped in his jaws. His eyes were thoughtful as he dropped the prey on the pile, and he gave his leader and medicine cat a small nod.

"Unfortunately, I have not." Bearthroat said quietly." Perhaps she needs some alone time." He suggested.