Posts by Thrushfur

[br]I am a battle-scarred stallion with deep, thoughtful eyes and a limp of the right front leg. I am very sensitive to criticism, but I am never afraid to say what I feel when I have to.
[br]This one highly respected stallion was secretly abusive to me, and then I killed him, but nobody knows I did.

Traits: I am a a bristly furred she-dog with large eyes and six toes on the left front paw. I cannot swim at all, but I am loyal to my pack's laws to the very end.

History: I have killed a pup, but I have not told anyone. My conscience is heavy.

Beardeath limped through the underbrush, his large shoulders shoving bushes aside. Three moons ago, his name had been Forestbunny, but he had been hunting and nearly killed by a bear. His ears pricked as he heard a rustling up ahead. He narrowed his eyes as he caught a glimpse of dark fur hidden by trees. A wolf? His hackles rose, and he bared his teeth.

Deerthief ran back into the fight. Although she was just an apprentice, she still needed to fight.

occ: Shadowclan
occ: Is Stonekit Shadowclan or Windclan?

Deerthief whirled around as she heard the crying kit. There! In the middle of the fight, he was about to be cut down by another cat! Desperately, she ran towards him.

Skybax loped into the trees and dropped a dead rabbit by Shattered Moon. The dark loner wolf with the crippled leg smirked at Ace and Night, as if to say First come, first serve! He was from a distant pack, the Pack of Crumbling Cliffs, but had left when he was seven moons old. He was widely disliked throughout the forest.

Skybax slipped through the trees, his black pelt with the white speckles on his back shone in the moonlight. The mysterious loner's white, blind eyes narrowed as he scented the other pack's base camp up ahead. Now, I will teach them! he thought savagely. He crept closer, his paws making no sound on the fresh snow. He limped slightly, where his leg had been mauled twelve moons ago, and his eyes were permanently blinded, resulting from the same fight. He stopped next to a sleeping pup, and bared his teeth in a grim smile of satisfaction. He reached out a paw...

Traits: I am a a soft-pelted he-wolf with a mischievous gleam in my eyes and a very long tail. I tend to blow little things up into big things and get overly dramatic, but you will never find a more loyal friend than me.

History: My father was killed by a wolf from an evil pack.

Traits: I am a a long furred, battle-scarred she-wolf with deep, thoughtful eyes and a long nose. I lose my temper very easily, but I am never afraid to say what I feel when I have to.

History: My pack leader disappeared and nobody knows what happened to him. I'm thinking about going on a mission to find him.

Skybax smiled darkly and stepped back, showing his ragged teeth.

Deerthief leaped by Colosplash. "When you are done dealing with this kittypet," she spat "can you help me with this kit?" then she ran towards Stonekit.

occ: should he and the alpha have some sort of rivalry?

Skybax backed off hastily. "your alpha remembers me well enough" he growled.

occ: is Little fire Shadowclan or Windclan?

Deerthief attacked the tom near Stonekit, but another leaped on her back, pinning the apprentice to the ground. He laughed as he prepared to sink his teeth into her neck. "HELP!" Deerthief yowled.

ooc: only one of his eyes is bind

Skybax saw that this wolf was young and pretty, and he was surprised that she was a loner. "I...uh...was just..." he backed off sheepishly and looked down "uh...sorry?"

Crossbones
Stallion
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Aggressive loner (wants mate)
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occ:Luckywolf, I see you like Lord of the Rings... so do I!!!!!

Foxear trotted from the Shadowclanner's den. He sniffed, and his fur started to rise. "Windclan!" he hissed.

I galloped through the clouds, desperate to escape the other pegusi. I am called She-Who-Devours-Light, or Daybane for short. I am a jet black Pegasus with glowing green eyes and a strange green marking on my face. I was on the run from a rival herd. One of the faaster Pegasus' caught up with me. I kicked out with my back hooves. The Pegasus gave a horrible squeal, and vanished in a puff of black. I flattened my ears.What am I? I thought. I promised myself that I would never have a foal. I am some kind of monster. Even my own herd didn't want me! I would NEVER have a foal. Unless...

I gasped. It is time! *blank* I neighed as I realized I had a beautiful baby (occ: boy or girl?). Then I felt a stab of uneasiness. The foal was a perfect shade of white--except for one spot. The foal had one sock of jet black, with a band of glowing green around the hoof. Hello, little one! I whinnied softly.

Skybax chased the lone fawn up the slope, panting. At the ridge, he managed to pull it down. He pricked up his ears as he heard the sound of other wolves. A pack, maybe. Hunting? he stood over his prey, ready to fight. He was nervous. There really was no way he could fight several wolves at once, and this was the only prey he had had in several days. He showed his teeth. Come at me, bros! he thought.

I nuzzled by foal. You are perfect, Cloud. Suddenly, a scent wafted into my nose.