Young Survivors. Young Wolf Romance and Drama? Accepting!

[Loka]

Clayton shook his head, getting a berry fall on him. He flicked his ears, wondering how it got on his head. He shrugged, trying to forget about it. He looked down at Blythe and curled his rust, white, and black tail around his white paws. "Need anything else, Bly?" He asked softly, in his normal, deep but soft voice.

[compulsive]

{ I don't know if you noticed, but I filled out my forms on the first page. c: }

[The 10th Doctor]

PLease find me a picture. I can not get one.
Name:Milo
Age: 9 months
Gender:Brute
Personality: kind and sweet. He tries not to get angry but he can be snippy.
Scent:A musky death scent
Rank Assigned:fighter
Rank You Strive For:alpha brute
Eye Color:this blue
Fur Color:black
Special Markings:white paw
Crush: nope
Mate: nope
Other:nope

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Nanu fell asleep in the meadow.

[donovan.]

{Life Backwards, please 1 to 3 sentences per post!}
{All forms accepted.}

Blythe shrugged, "Nah." She said simply. The young fae began eating a piece of deer meat. She eyes sparkling. Her paws greedily dug into the deer, tearing it up to eat. She smiled brightly at Clayton once and a while.

[MovedToNewAccount]

(Sorry! I'll start role playing once I get on the computer!)

[Loka]

Clayton smiled and covered his face with his white-ish paws to yawn softly and quietly. "You sure?" He asked before glancing out the den, watching the others awake and move around.

[donovan.]

{Okay Tobuscus.}

Blythe nodded, "I'm sure." She said, a piece of meat getting stuck on her muzzle. She sighed, pawing at it. The young fae rolled onto her back, full for the first time in weeks.

{WB >.< }

[Loka]

Clayton chuckled and pawed at her nose. "You full?" He asked, flicking his ears. He managed to grab a few berries with his rust tail and throw them at his mouth. He rolled a few berries her way. "Here, if you can manage anymore food."

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Nanu struggled in her sleep; dreaming of horrible scary, drak wolves with red eyes. She growled in her sleep and pawed at the air. In her dream she was running away from the wolves, fast as her tiny paws can carry her.