They fight they hunt they love they are survivors(accepting)

[The Love Of Horses]

Pack Members: you were born here you grew up here and now you protect here there are 6 packs the Stone Pack they live on rocks closest to the moon there is the Thunder Pack they live in the forest and they get there name for being the strongest wolfs there is the Lightening Pack they are the fastest wolf and they live in the small mountain in caves there is the River Pack who are the best swimmers and they live next to the biggest river there is there is the Shadow Pack they are the most Clever Wolfs they live in a forest that is so dense all you see is shadows and then there is the Wind Pack they live on the moor they are known as the bravest Wolfs you have grown in one of these packs and would risk your life for others in your pack or you will take down every thing you have ever known to rule them all

Lone Wolfs: you have a hard life many times go to bed starving or cold but thats what you get for being alone you may like it you may not but you dont have to worry about other wolfs relying on you but who knows maybe you will join one of the packs or maybe you will stay alone forever
P.S. If you want to create another pack pm me with all the details and ill tell you yes or no

Rules
1. no being your own mate
2. no god moneing
3. no avretising
4. use (),{},[] or ** when talking out of character
5. no cusing
6. when some one ask for a recape give them one
7. put koko in the other box
8. go out of your way to include others
9. fade to black when mateing or giving birth
10. ask for permission before killing some one or mating with them

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Shadow Pack:

Shadow Pack

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Alpha Female: Storm
Alpha Male: Shadow
Alpha Pups:

Beta Male:
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Lead Fighter:
Fighters:

Lead Warrior:
Warriors:

Lead Hunters: Firo
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gnaw Wolfs:

Thunder Pack

Thunder Pack

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Alpha Female: namige
Alpha Male:
Alpha Pups:

Beta Male:
Beta Female:

Lead Fighter: Timber
Fighters:

Lead Warrior:
Warriors:

Lead Hunters: Huro
Hunters:

Healer:

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Pups:

Elders:

gnaw Wolfs:


River Pack

River Pack

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Alpha Female:
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Beta Male: Red
Beta Female:

Lead Fighter:
Fighters:

Lead Warrior:
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Lead Hunters:
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Healer:

Queens:

Pups:

Elders:

gnaw Wolfs: Foalone

[The Love Of Horses]

Wind Pack

Wind Pack

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Alpha Female: Sabira
Alpha Male:
Alpha Pups:

Beta Male:
Beta Female: Mist

Lead Fighter:
Fighters:

Lead Warrior:
Warriors:

Lead Hunters:
Hunters:

Healer: Eternal Young

Queens: Blu

Pups:

Elders:

gnaw Wolfs:

Lightening Pack

Lightening Pack

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Alpha Female: Sasha
Alpha Male:
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Beta Male:
Beta Female:

Lead Fighter: Scar
Fighters:

Lead Warrior: DarkSong
Warriors:

Lead Hunters: MidNight
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Healer:

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Pups:

Elders:

gnaw Wolfs:

Stone Pack

Stone Pack

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Alpha Female:
Alpha Male: Jace
Alpha Pups:

Beta Male:
Beta Female:

Lead Fighter: Cherish
Fighters:

Lead Warrior:
Warriors:

Lead Hunters:
Hunters:

Healer:

Queens: Knight

Pups: Jay

Elders:

gnaw Wolfs:



Loners: Quake

[<3 Manga Freak <3]

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UserName: <3 Manga Freak <3
WolfName: Midnight
Gender: male
Age: 3 years
History(optional): He was forgotten by his old pack and almost died but became allies with Cherish, they have relied on each other for a long time and are looking for a pack.
Mate: none
Crush:none
Pups:none
Other koko and he's color-blind

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UserName: <3 Manga Freak <3
WolfName: Cherish
Gender:female
Age:3 years
History(optional):Same as Midnight
Mate:none
Crush:none
Pups:none
Otherkoko

(could midnight *hunter* be in the lightening pack and cherish *fighter*in the stone pack?

[The Love Of Horses]

(accepted yes the can)

[The Love Of Horses]

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Sasha

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UserName: Elizabeth24
WolfName: Sasha
Gender: Female
Age: 6
Pack: Lightening Pack
PackOrLoner: Pack
Rank: Alpha Female
History(optional):
Mate: looking
Crush: open
Pups: none
Other koko


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Timber

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UserName: Elizabeth24
WolfName: Timber
Gender: Male
Age: 4
Pack: Thunder Pack
PackOrLoner: Pack
Rank: Lead Fighter
History(optional):
Mate: looking
Crush: open
Pups: none
Other koko


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Shadow

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UserName: Elizabeth24
WolfName: Shadow
Gender: Male
Age: 6
Pack: Shadow Pack
PackOrLoner: Pack
Rank: Alpha Male
History(optional):
Mate: Storm
Crush: Storm
Pups: none
Other koko

[wickedbvnes]

. Joining.

[wickedbvnes]

[ Nickname ] :: The most common nickname that she has is Stormy. It is the only thing apart from her birth given name that she will respond to.
[ Age ] :: For three years, her presence has been known to the world
[ Gender ] :: Storm was born as a female
[ Rank ] :: A fearsome warrior.
[ Species ] :: Eastern Wolf blood runs through her veins
[ Status ] :: Healthy
[ Fame ] :: Many wolves know her tale - there are few that have not heard of her (or her family's) endeavors
[ Title ] :: In the legends, Storm is known by three names - Storm, Storm of Fallen Roses, and Storm of the Thrylikó
[ Pack ] :: Shadow.


[ Coat ] :: Storm has a fluffy pelt that is thick and relatively soft
[ Fur Colour ] :: The fur that covers her body is a mix of greys and browns of various intensities
[ Eye Colour ] :: Storm's eyes are a brilliant gold, like individual flashes of lightning
[ Markings ] :: To begin with, there is a sort of helmet of darker grey that spills from the top of her head, down her face and back. The majority of the area along her spine is a mish mash of greys and light and dark browns. Her legs are lighter than the rest of her body, matching the lower part of her jaw and her belly. Her ears are rimmed in brown with light beige tips, and her tail tips out at black.
[ Scars ] :: Storm has many battle scars hidden beneath her thick fur, but the only ones that are noticeable are on her leg, and the one that falls from the bridge of her nose and down the left side of her jaw, down to her chin
[ Build ] :: Where the hardened female grew up, she was a warrior, so her fur hides solid muscles. Apart from this, she is small, as is usual with her breed


[ Personality ] :: Storm is not one for friendly games or relaxing. Her mind is a vortex of spiraling information and judgements. "Friend" is not a word that fits anywhere into her vocabulary. To her, the pack is not a place for forging bonds and for making jokes - it is a link of mutual agreement for the bettering of the likelihood of survival. Like a storm, Storm is relentless and unforgiving. She will do whatever it takes to make sure that she will carry on - even if it takes her to the teetering point of life.
In her endeavors, Storm has taught herself the way of the herb, how to hunt, how to fight, and how to outsmart even the most sly of the coyotes. She does not take no for an answer, and will not tolerate any signs of weakness. Weakness, to her, is anything that is not constructive to making life possible. Though she does not see a point to love, she will choose a mate - likely to be the strongest and best suited for providing offspring - just to spread the line of her genealogy and ensure the survival of wolves for years to come.
Many have made the claim that she is all data and no emotion, but that would not be true. Her anger is quick as a whip, and her trust brings out an entirely different side that extremely few have ever gotten the chance to get to know. That softer, more delicate side remains hidden, because Storm sees kindness as a weakness and an openness for enemies to strike her down. She also suffers from post-traumatic stress disorder, which has led to periods of withdrawl, where she becomes unable to be reached, as well as a nagging voice in her head that counters her every thought with ideals of happiness and not just seeing the roses for their use, but enjoying their sight and smell as well
[ Weaknesses ] :: She holds next to no care for anyone other than herself, and is not entirely stable in the head. Her speed is not fantastic, and she also suffers terribly from a lack of ability to properly communicate her thoughts and emotions
[ Strengths] :: Storm is strong, has good stamina, and is intelligent. Her abilities to observe the commonly missed aid in keeping the pack aware of potential dangers
[ Talents ] :: Storm has a remarkably convincing stare that she gives that has made some of the bravest of wolves cower in fear
[ Habits ] :: Keeping herself apart from the pack and being "emotionless"


[ Crush ] :: Storm does not see the time for this sort of thing, but honestly.. Someone. Shadow.
[ Mate ] :: Storm has not found a male worth spreading her line with
[ Pups ] :: They do not exist, save for in the folly of her counter-head voice
[ Friends ] :: Storm sees making friends as a waste of her time, so she does not have any
[ Enemies ] :: Any who have dared to cross her


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[ Mother ] :: Kindle :: Deceased ~~ An Eastern Wolf, like her daughter. Kindle was the leader of Storm's birth pack, and raised her children to be tools of survival alongside her mate. Her heart only moved for her mate, but she felt nothing for the little bundles of fur that wasted too much time with romping around with games. She died in the battle of the Prairie, alongside the majority of her pack at the age of seven years
[ Father ] :: Tiger :: Deceased ~~ A grey wolf. Tiger was the leader of Storm's birth pack - called Rose Petals - and just as keen on survival as his mate. He was more lenient for his pups than his mate, but kept up a stern front whenever she was around. Tiger felt love for all those that were under his reign, but the strongest was for his family. Having led a pack of legends, he expected the same from his children. He died in the battle of the Prairie, alongside the majority of his pack at the age of eight years
[ Older Brother ] :: Adymn :: Alive ~~ Adymn was more of a grey wolf in appearance than he was eastern wolf. He was ambitious and did things on his own time and with his own reasons. Unlike his parents, Adymn held strong to a sense of righteousness, rather than survival. He grew up to be the father of many, and leads a pack of his own now - with the kindness that he rarely ever received as a pup. He is currently five years old
[ Older Brother ] :: Kye :: Deceased ~~ A male that was very much like his father, but had more of a prankster within him. Like Adymn, he was born in the first of the four litters that his parents had. He showed more eastern wolf in his appearance, but kept his large size from his father's side of the family. Kye lived a short three years before meeting his match in a brouhaha between his pack and a rival one
[ Older Sister ] :: Katima :: Deceased ~~ Storm's only older sister. She was the only survivor of the second litter that her parents had. Katima was a mirror image of her mother, but had her father's bright amber eyes. She was as cold and determined as her mother was, and met her own demise when she foolishly took on a rabid bear in battle. Though she was victorious, the disease drove her to insanity, and she would up walking right over the edge of a cliff at the age of three
[ Brother ] :: Gusty :: Deceased ~~ Gusty only lived to be six months old, but was the oldest of the third litter that was birthed to Tiger and Kindle. He would have looked like a balanced mix of his parents, if it had not been for an elder pack member who spotted that something was "off" about him and thus the execution of a weak link was made before the eyes of every member - including Gusty's sister, Storm
[ Younger Sister ] :: Jaznae :: Alive ~~ Fortunately for Jaz, she was born in a time where her parents had softened with age and were unable to be as vigorous with their training as before. She is compassionate and is within a pack where she has fallen for a handsome and intelligent male. Her appearance is a balanced mix of her two parents, but she remains more petite thanks to her mother's small stature. She is currently two years old
[ Younger Brother ] :: Jaimin :: Deceased ~~ Looking like his father, the two parents expected Jai to become the next leader. However, before that could happen, the intelligent young male met his demise in the battle of the Prairie. He was one and six months at the time


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[ History ] :: Eight months.

It was for the first eight months of her life that Storm of the Rose Petals listened in rapt silence to the stories of the endeavors and feats of the pack she was born in to. For six of those eight months. Her brother Dusty had been partner to these story sessions. But he was dead because he was not strong. They had been warned that they would not be treated specially just because their parents were the alphas. And so, because he had not heeded the warning, Dusty was dead. A hole sat in the young female's heart, left from the absence of her cheerful brother. But now she was eight months old. Father had trained her. She was ready.

Alongside her was her best friend and partner in everything she did - Cole. The two would be in the leading front in a border skirmish between the Rose Petal Pack and the Shadowed Grove Pack. The fight was magnificent. The Rose Petal Pack was easily crowned victor as they watched their enemies run away, whimpering with fear. Storm had never felt so exhilarated in her life. It was the. That she knew she was meant to be a warrior and defender for her pack. Her friend, Cole, too found his calling there (but truthfully, he would have fallowed Storm anywhere).

Storm and Cole were a dynamic duo. No wolves made it any further than a few meters within the borders when they were on patrol. It was the strength here that earned Storm and Cole their reputation among packs. Word spread quickly. Soon, there were very few lone wolves that would venture anywhere near the territory.

Storm took everything seriously. There was no time for her any longer to bother with playing. She was a yearling, and it was soon time to have her mate chosen for her. She would be expected to decide wheel their he was good for the line by the next winter. With things as calm as they were, patrols got boring, and the male chosen, an elder by four years whose name was Adam, was far from a knight in shining armor.

It was during one of the patrols that Storm expressed her exasperation to Cole. "What was he thinking?! Adam is more suited for being a gossip than a mate." Though she did not see it, Cole looked relieved.

Because he had not forgotten the promise that they had made after they first met. They had sworn to be partners in everything - even love. One might take his affection to be obligated, but it was hard to not be entranced by the gorgeous female as she sniffed at a white flower.

Storm denounced Adam, and the male was sentenced to death. That was when Cole made his move. They were a year and six months now, and he wanted Storm for himself.

It went better than he could have imagined. They were both so happy, that they forgot their placid masks as they returned to the den. Suspicious, Tiger had Cole subject to torture until he admitted what they had done. There was a blur, and the handsome black male had fallen lifelessly to the ground.

Storm was banished with words that would haunt her forever.

"You are not worthy of being my daughter or of living in the Rose Petal Pack any longer. You have until sundown. If you are found after that, you are to be treated as prey."

Storm had never ran so fast in all of her life.

Exile.

It was far less attractive than any story than a loner could have made it sound. The flaws were endless. Storm wandered and battled for the entirety of autumn and winter. It hardened her to the point that death was like hunting. It made no difference to her who died and who lived. Many beings - prey and predator - laid dead by spring.

Word of her and her "power" spread faster than a wildfire. She was, to the legends, "a brazen female the size of a great oak tree and had a snarl that made even mountains shudder with fear."Honestly, the stories were some of the only things that made her laugh. They were so endlessly barbaric that Storm would stop by a pack just to listen to gossip.

But of course, Storm was (and still is) a small wolf in stature, and it is really her glare that strikes fear into the hearts of many. The life of a loner suited her well, because she did not have to live by anyone's rules, and there was no one to drag her down. She was methodical and cold - everything served a purpose - and a purpose was generally to make her stronger and better suited for survival.

She did not care that the pups, fathered by Cole, were born dead in the dead of winter. She was glad, actually. Glad that her travels were not halted because the rodents needed care. Nothing broke her. Injuries, hunger - through it all, she forged forward like a charging rhino. There was zero room for weakness.

It was her focused mentality that was in place as she stalked a jack rabbit. It darted away with a sprint faster than she could muster, and she soon found that she was surrounded by seven large wolves.

The seven were magnificent creatures. Storm had not seen any wolves so powerful since she had been sent away. They easily had six inches on her, and the largest (clearly the leader) looked thoroughly unimpressed at the sight of her.

"How may I help you?" she questioned nonchalantly. They were nothing to her - well, that was a lie. Her blood drummed in her ears. This might actually be a challenge for once! She had trained one wolf to be like her - a male by the name of Lanax, but he had departed and Storm did not feel the loss of him.

"Just who do you think you are, young lady?" demanded the large male as he stepped forward. "You've caused quite a bit of discord among our kind, Storm of the Rose Peta-"

"Actually, I am not of their ranks any longer. I was banished. And if you knew who I am, why bother asking?" Storm held her head high. They were worthless. Her ears flicked endlessly to hunt for any slight sounds of movement. This male's lackeys were eager to fight. The tension screamed it beautifully. She snickered cruelly. Males never changed.

"Either way, miss Lone Storm, wolves no longer feel comfortable with you around. You're killing your own kind -"

"Because they are weak."

The male ignored her and continued on as if he was never interrupted. "as though you're a god - and that is unacceptable." His grey eyes were narrowed in Storm's direction.

Storm, however, only shrugged. She figured that they could talk all that they wanted. No one knew what she really looked like - all the stories told that she was the color of fire, and that the earth died at her paws. They told of a giant, when she was clearly not. "I do so hope to pass, now that you have made me lose my lunch and taken my time," she grumbled before stepping deftly forward to avoid the lunge of the male to her right.

By this point, Storm's anger was venom in her veins. She would lash out at the next unwanted behavior - and it came.

"That runt needs to be taken into custody!" cried one of the males. Storm turned on him and quickly had him pinned. He, surprisingly, put up quite a fight. A long gash rolled down her cheek afterwards, and Storm decided that she absolutely despised that sleek black male.Too bad she thought. He would have made a good breeding partner.

"Lone Storm," the male's voice sounded so different now. He looked so serious that Storm listened as though he was the only thing in the world. "We of the Thrylikó Mountain hereby take you into out custody until you can show that you are a civilized being and capable of living in the world without being a monster. Herd her up, boys."

It was impossible to mistake the satisfied grunts of the males. Apparently, she had gone from being legend to being a lowly outcast to whatever this pack was. The six herded around her and followed the lead of the leader male. It was next to no time before the hills shifted to a rocky terrain where the grass was rougher.

In the clearing was at least thirty wolves. Storm had never seen so many in her life - ever.

The six dispersed at the wave of the leader's tail. "My name is Lea, but I expect to be addressed as "Master" by you. You are a shadow to the pack. Members will only speak with you to give you orders and you are to obey them without hesitation. Understand?"

Lea did not give Storm time to respond. He was off to a perch to the west of the clearing. Storm glared after him and glared at every wolf there.

She hated the Thrylikó.
So here she is.


God this form took hours.

[The Love Of Horses]

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Foalone

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UserName: Elizabeth24
WolfName: Foalone
Gender: Male
Age: 4
Pack: RiverClan
PackOrLoner: Pack
Rank: Gnaw Wolf
History(optional):
Mate: open
Crush: open
Pups: none
Other koko

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Knight and her puppie Jay

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UserName: Elizabeth24
WolfName: Knight and her puppie Jay
Gender: Knight=Female Jay=male
Age: Knight=4 Jay= 8 months
Pack: Stone Pack
PackOrLoner: Pack
Rank: Knight= Queen Jay=Pup
History(optional):
Mate: open
Crush: open
Pups: Jay
Other koko


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Mist

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UserName: Elizabeth24
WolfName: Mist
Gender: Female
Age: 4
Pack: Wind Pack
PackOrLoner: Pack
Rank: Beta Female
History(optional):
Mate: looking
Crush: open
Pups: none
Other koko

[The Love Of Horses]

(you are accepted and man did you wright alot lol)

[wickedbvnes]

~Lol, I know. ~