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[Cakewalk]

”My full name is Theodore, though if you prefer, I also respond to Theo.”

”I am fourteen moons old. Some would still call me a pup, but that’s an adult, as far as I’m concerned.”

”I am a male.”


”I have no crush.”

”Or mate.”


”I once had two siblings, but I have no idea where they are now.”

”No, no puppies. I don’t believe I’m quite old enough to settle down and have a family.”


”I am a Catahoulan Leopard Dog and Flat-Coated Retriever cross. So, a mutt.”

”I’d like to think that I’m the tough guy in the pack, but really, I’m a big scaredy cat. It’s easy to make me jump, and at the first sign of danger, it’s extremely hard for me to stand up to something that’s bigger or more ferocious than me. That doesn’t mean I won’t do it. I have a bit of bravery in my hide. My mother used to tell me that a dog can only be brave if it first feels fear. Knowing that gives me more strength whenever I’m facing something I’m scared of. For being so young, I act very mature. The events in my past have made me realize that it’s not all about fun and games. There is work to be done. I am a loyal, hard-working male with a big heart and a friendly disposition. I do the best that I can at all times, though there are moments when I become sad and lethargic, though usually my tail is wagging, and my eyes are bright.”

I was born a stray to a mother who desperately loved me and my three siblings. She was left alone by her mate and was forced to attempt to provide for us alone. Because of this, she was often away from us, leaving us to our own devices, and we could get ourselves into quite a bit of trouble. We lived in an alley, but when she would leave, we'd venture out onto city streets.One evening, we found ourselves in the company of a man who we thought to be good-hearted, like all of the kids who had come up to us. Unfortunately, the man had a different opinion on strays, and methodically began to drown my brother and sister. When it was my turn, I felt my body lowered into the cold water, and I took one last big breath before being submerged. I tried to get away, but his hands were too strong, and as my lungs began to burn, I felt his grasp leave my body. I popped back up to find my mother biting at the man's heels. Scared of him and now here, I fled the alley, not able to find my way back to her and joining the pack of dogs, wanting a new home."


"I hope I don't have any enemies."

"It's hard for me to put my trust in others, though I hope to have a friend someday."

"I want to be an assailant. I'm sure you're wondering why such a coward as myself would want such a dangerous job. My mother always told me that the only way to get over a fear is to face it, and that's what I want to do."

"I'm sure my rank will be forager, as no one can overlook the panic-stricken expressions that haunt me."

”Seven. It’s short and sweet, and I expect you’ll remember it from now on.”

”I haven’t really been keeping track, but I’m somewhere around 48 moons.”

”Isn’t it obvious? I’m a female.”


”Yeah… No.”

”Never gonna happen.”


”I was from a littler of eight puppies. There were too many of us for me to remember each individual.”

”Negative.”


”I’m a dog. The breed is unknown to me, though I would guess some sort of border collie mix.”

][ “I’m not like your average, prissy little female who thinks she’s a princess. If you’re expecting that out of me, I suggest you look to someone else. I’m a tomboy to my core. There’s no task or trial that frightens me, and I’m always right in the middle of the action, ready to jump in on it. That lovely pelt of mine is almost never clean, since I don’t really care too much about rolling around in the mud and getting filthy. If you hadn’t guessed already, I’m a rough dog. I love to argue, fight, and cause trouble in general, though I always know when enough is enough and will back down in circumstances that seem like they’re getting out of hand, or if I’m told to stand down. Still, I’m stubborn, and I do like getting my way. If you get on my bad side, prepare to stay there. I’m not one of those dogs who pretends like nothing happened or forgives you at the drop of a hat. I’m also rather judgemental. Between all of these things, plus the fact that I’m abrupt and have a temper that’s easy to set off, I’m usually viewed as intimidating by the other dogs. That’s sometimes okay with me, though I do get rather lonely, not that I’d let anyone know about that side of me. A pro about me is that I’m flexible. Even if I’m not particularly excited about change, I can adapt to whatever the situation calls for.”


”I was born on a farm in a little of eight puppies, too much for my mom and dad to handle, really. We got the run of the place, never really having punishments or rules until the humans let us inside. Then our lives were filled with rules. One by one, my brothers and sisters were sold, but as I was the strongest of the bunch, the humans decided to keep me. I grew up with them and loved life in their care. When I turned two, they had a baby together and brought it home. I knew what this little person was and where it had come from, but it made me nervous. It was too small and fragile, and whenever I was around it, I would put my ears back, tuck my tail underneath me, and slink around the house. My humans took this as a display of me not liking the puny thing, which couldn’t be further from the truth. I loved it like them. I just wasn’t sure how to be around it without hurting it. Well, they let me go. Just like that. They drove me out into the middle of nowhere and dropped me out of the car, leaving me to a life as a stray.”


”Oh, none, I suppose.”

”Friends are for the weak.”

”I’d like to lead my own pack someday, but as that hasn’t happened yet, I’ll stick with what I know.”

”Assailant is where I belong.”

[laulaminen]

"My name's Casper. Friend's call me Cassie."

"36 Moons, if I remember correctly."

"I'm a male."


"My crush? Well, I don't have one at the moment."

"If I had a mate she would be my crush."


"Dallas, Gypsy, and one more whose name I forget. It's been forever since I've seen any of them."

"None. Perhaps I would like some, though."


"Mini Saint Bernard. That is a Cocker Spaniel Saint Bernard mix, by the way."

Cassie is a very quiet dog, keeps to him self most of the time. He isn't much for starting fights unless another starts it first, and he will fight back even though he probably isn't the best fighter. He tends to watch and observe his pack around him; how they interact with one another, there personalities, etc. He has trouble starting conversation, so unless someone comes up to him, he doesn't speak. However, Cassie understands trust and how important it is, so he is a very good at keeping a secret. Fun is obviously not that important to him when trying to survive on the streets, but he would be a liar if he said he didn't enjoy chasing his tail or playing with his friends. All in all Cassie is a very loyal friend, and will defiantly stick up for anyone in trouble.

Cassie once had a best friend. His little seven year old owner, Kiara. Kiara and her family bought him from a breeder, where he was ripped away from his mother and siblings at only eight weeks old. He never knew his father. Cassie created a strong bond with his owner from the start, completely in love with her when she first picked him up. Her parents trained him, took him for three walks a day, and basically gave him the normal life all dogs should have. Being a house dog, he never knew about the strays that wandered the streets at night, and always thought they were lower than him. That was until Kiara's eight year old birthday, when her parents decided they had to move to "make room for a large family". Being the heavy sleeper he was, he didn't notice anything happen, until he woke up and found he was alone in the house. Kiara left him without even saying goodbye. And that's how he left the life of a house dog, and joined the pack.


"I would hope not."

"No one in the pack yet. But I know none of us are enemies, which is good enough for now."

"I don't know, maybe Beta or Alpha? Unlikely, though."

"I'm a Forager."

[Em Jay]

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"Samuel is my full name, but nobody ever calls me that. Just call me Sam or Sammy."

"Approximately 38 moons."

"I am a male."


"None at the moment, but I really haven't had a chance to view all the choices I have."

"Sadly, no."


"I most likely have two or three, but I don't remember much of them."

"Nope, not yet."


"Mainly golden, but I have some lab and possibly something else."

Sam is the a typical happy-go-lucky kind of guy. He views everything as an adventure and is always excited for even the smallest of things. Some may call him annoying at times, for he tends to get in the way and he doesn't know when to shut up. WIP

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"I don't think that it's very nice to have enemies."

"EVERYONE is my friend!!!" o.O

"I don't really care, I'm happy where I am."

"I am a forager, yay!"

[wishes.]

{{ I added everyone to the front; you're all accepted. If I missed you, please tell me! }}

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Cee lay, curled into a ball, hidden underneath the rubbish in the packs territory; the dump. It was a good place for a territory, Cee accepted; there was shelter, some food, some water, and it was close to other things. She opened her eyes, yawning as light flooded through cracks in her den; a sheet of wood leaning against a wall. She slowly stood, shaking the dew off of her wet snout.

Clay had been awake for a while. He always got up early, to watch the sun rise over the apartment buildings farr of in the distance. His russet coat shone like polished bronze as the sun hit it. He would go into that small house, climb up over boxes and other bits, and scramble through the hole in the roof. He blinked, wagging his tail slightly. He much rather prefered the company of the sun, rather than of other dogs.

Sand lay in his den; something he'd made himself. Using a car door and three pieces of wood, he'd put the three blocks of wood so that the door could be slipped on top to be a roof. It was a cosy den, and he was proud of his creation. He sighed, yawning as he got to his paws, stretching. The sun was rising; Sand could see Clay's copper pelt blazing in the new light.

Blu sat in her den; a tent that was never put down. She liked it; and frankly, she was glad she had it. There was even a sleeping bag in there. She snuggled into it, not wanting to get out.The collie mix stifled a yawn, stretching herself out in her bag.

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[F i r e.]

[[ oops, I do mean that O.o
no, Ali could be an omega if you want her to be. }}

{Okay}

[Cakewalk]

"My name is Alice."

"I am twenty six moons old."

"Can't you tell by looking at me? I'm a female, of course."


"I have not found anyone I like in that way."

"I still have time left in my life to find the one."


"I'm unsure if I have siblings. They're probably out there somewhere, though I have yet to find them."

"No, no puppies of my own."


"I'm a siberian husky, golden retriever cross, although I'm smaller than either of those."

"If I had to explain myself in one word, I would pick intelligent. I'm not trying to boast or brag about how I am, I was just born with a gift. I can think my way out of any situation and can form intricate plans at the drop of a hat. I love figuring out puzzles and knew many tricks when I lived with the human. He called me his 'little circus dog.' I'm a little on the shy side, and it takes me a little bit to warm up, but don't be afraid that I'll snap at you. I'm a very laid back dog and won't fight back, even if you start something up. I'm intimidated by bigger dogs and often won't approach them, though I have nothing against them. I just know how easy it would be for them to harm me."

"I was born in the pound and was the runt of my litter. My mother didn't want to take care of me, for that reason alone, and refused to feed me or give me her warmth. I was the left in the corner of her cage to die. Luckily, the shelter workers saw that I wasn't doing well and began to hand feed me, giving me back life and warmth. As soon as I was put up for adoption, a man came and took me away. He was nice enough, though I preferred the thought of life away from people. My mother had been a stray for her life, and that was the life I wanted for myself. I dug out of the backyard at six months old and made my way to freedom."


"I would hope to have none."

"I have not yet met anyone in the pack, so I don't have any friends or foes."

"I haven't made up my mind about pack life."

"Currently, I remain a loner. We'll see what the future brings me."