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    armadillofur blinked open her eyes, expecting to see the teeth of the brown wolf. but instead, all she saw was grass. she was dreaming. she stood up, relishing the warm sun on her pelt. suddenly, she heard a voice coming from a few feet away. it wasn't saying anything, just muttering something. she walked towards it and saw a dark grey tom staring at her. his pelt was ragged and patchy, his ribs were visible against his thin pelt and his muzzle was flecked with white. his blue eyes bore into hers. "who are you?" she muttered. "you must go back." his deep gravely voice seemed to shake the sky. "your clan mates are waiting." he said. "how? i don't even know how i got here!" she replied. he vanished into the air and she appeared in a pine forest. shadowclan territory. she looked around. a pretty brown tabby appeared in the bushes, walking next to a bulky white tom. the she-cat was pregnant. their tails were twined and they walked happily. they were her parents. she looked behind her when she heard a noise, and saw herself as an apprentice. she was with her mentor, snakefang. his black pelt shimmered in the weak light. she looked around again, and saw her during her naming ceremony. then, she saw herself being dragged away by the wolf. her pelt was covered in blood and her back was twisted at an awkward angle. the wolf bent down to bight her throat. she suddenly felt the jolt of pain and woke up in the real world. she clawed at the wolf's muzzle. he jumped back in surprise. she bit down into it's paw until she felt bone. it ran away whelping. she crawled over to the black wolf and raked his flank. blood poorer onto the ground as it turned around to face her. she sliced it's nose and it ran away. now all that was left was the silver she-wolf and the gray male. she saw sylvus fitting the grey one. the silver one ran towards her and grabbed her by the scruff, shaking her like prey. armadillofur grabbed the wolf's throat and bit until she was choking on blood. the wolf collapsed, armadillo fur still in her mouth.

    name: scorchleaf
    gender: female
    age: older teen
    sexual orientation: strait
    personality: can be shy and sort of wimpy at times, but usually sweet, calm, cheery, adventurous, and a little crazy.
    history: her father, eaglestripe, died a few days after she was born, so she never knew him. her brother, lizardstorm, was killed by a jackal when he was only a few months old. she still lives with her mother, sandpool.
    kin: father- eagestripe, mother- sandpool, brother- lizardstorm. only sandpool is alive.
    crush: open
    mate: open
    kits: open
    other: nothing :3

    To sign up, state your characters name, age, gender, personality, appearance (you don't have to be the original jackal colors, but please have it be natural, for example, your jackal could be grey with a black facemask, paws and tail), history (optional), and other things you may want to put in. Mine:


    Name- scorch
    Age- a little over a year
    Gender- female
    Personality- can be kind of hot headed and has some anger issues, but once you get to know her she's quite sweet, polite and helpful.
    Appearance- tawny orange with jet black facemask and yellow eyes
    History- her father left when she was young, she had two siblings but one was dead at birth and the other died that night. She lived near a family with one male cub. She grew up with the male, named gorse, and they eventually became mates. Scorch got pregnant but was still young and out of four cubs, only two survived birth, and one of the others died a few days later because of a defect. Her last cub, a female named sand, is about four months old now and stays with scorch all the time, since gorse left after he found out he was a father because he was still less than a year old and wanted nothing to do with cubs for the time being. She ran away to a low mountain with a patch of trees where she made her den. She hopes to find another mate that will stay with her and possibly have her cubs.
    Other- she wants another mate and is open to all options.

    Turtlefrost woke up. She sat up in her nest and tried to groom a knot out of her fur when her head started hurting. She thought it would go away and shrugged it off. She stretched, finished getting the knot out of her fur, and walked out of the den. It was the middle of the night. Her headache got worse as she stared into the sky. "What are you looking at?" Sunsmoke spoke from outside the warrior's den. Turtlefrost jumped in surprise. Her head throbbed. "Are you okay?" He asked in response to her wincing. She closed her eyes. "It's . . . It's okay. Just a stupid headache. I think it's my gash I got from fighting the badger yesterday." She explained. Sunsmoke stepped closer and nuzzled her shoulder. "Let's get you to the medicine den." He steered her towards the den. "I'm fine, really, I'll wait till dawn." She replied. The headache eased as she slipped back into her nest. A dream unfolded around her as she fell asleep. The dream was in a small clearing in the forest surrounding Shadowclan. It was the same clearing where she had fought the badger. A puddle of crimson blood lay at the base of a rock. Her blood. She looked down at it and saw her reflection. At first, she didn't see anything unusual. Just her normal face. But then, after she blinked, a giant gash covered her forehead, stretching from her right ear to her left eye. Her eye was swollen shut and blood clotted in her fur, covering her face and eyes until she couldn't see of breath. She woke up screaming. Blood poured down her face, blinding her. Sunsmoke, Cherrynose, and coalfoot blinked sleep from their eyes. "Why are you screaming?" Coalfoot complained. Then he saw the blood on turtlefrost's face. Shock filled his yellow eyes. Sunsmoke rushed over and started licking the blood off. "Ow!" Turtlefrost winced as sunsmoke's tongue lapped at her face. "Sorry. Come on, I told you to go to the medicine den before." He braced turtlefrost on his shoulder and helped her walk over to the medicine den. "Thanks." (Let's time skip to after she is mostly healed)

    OOC- Hi! You're accepted. :) let's start! Also, the territory is a low mountain with a patch of big trees on one side where scorch made her den, there's a creek that runs from the top of the mountains and thru the trees, which is scorch's water source. Sand shares a den with scorch, and there's a pretty big cave with a soft mossy floor higher up the mountain (about ten minutes away) from scorch's den incas you want to have that.


    IC- scorch ran up the mountain, eyes set on a hare munching on a clump of grass. Scorch pounced, catching flesh in her claws. She bit the hare's neck and dragged it over to her den. Sand was waiting at the entrance. "Sand!" She called. The tiny sandy yellow cub looked at the big hare in scorch's jaws. She raced over and took the hare from her. "This is huge!" She exclaimed, hauling the hare into the den. "Save me some!" Scorch called, and walked around the den to the creek and started lapping water. The hunting had worn her out so much that she barely noticed anything around her as she drank.

    "Hey, what are you doing?" The pretty brown tabby walked up to Lucy, Snickers, Draco, Wendy and Dolores. Her bright green eyes rested on Draco. Oh, it was Q&A! She loved doing this kind of stuff. "I got one! If you could go anywhere in the world and with whoever you want, where would you go and with who and why?" She sat down and curled her tail over her paws neatly.

    "That sounds too hot. I would love a trip to the Alps, though. I think I would bring either Sunsmoke or Daiseytail. Actually, I never get any time alone with my mate. I bet Sunsmoke would love the Alps." Turtlefrost looked across the clearing, searching for her mate. Then she remembered he would be out on patrol for another few minutes.

    "H-hello? Is anyone here?" Amber asked, her whole body shaking with fear. She was only two weeks old, and her parents had been attacked and killed by wolves. She had been wandering around for days without any food, trying to find someone that would take care of her. Her matted orange plat was covered in mud, and you could see her ribs thru her fur.