| Survive | Open! | Stray Dog RP |

[J e n n y]

(Accepted. Patch will find you and help. She is a 5 month old pup.)

{Bye, Llamalove!)

[Jenny,]

(I'm back and i have edited my age does it mind if shes really young xD)

[J e n n y]

(You would have to be a pup, and you can't be a warrior. Which means we can't hunt pigeons. Now Snow will be sad ) JK xD Yeah it is fine, but you'll have to be a pup.

[Fitch]

N A M E: Mikou
G E N D E R: female
A G E: three years
B R E E D: mutt crossbreed

P E R S O N A L I T Y:
Unpredictable|| Awkward || Solitairy
Mikou tends to be of a awkward nature with other dogs, having grown up without too much contact with others. Despite this she tends to be contentedly humorous when she can and picks up with huge appreciation at others when they make her laugh. She finds idols and people to look up to very easily but doesn't usually form huge attachments to another. She has a neutral view of humans and tends to go close to their houses for food where others may not; often leading her to close shaves and a tad of a lack for danger.

H I S T O R Y: Mikou only faintly remembers the cause for her homeless life, knowing it had something to do with her mother and a stray mutt. Her mother, in truth, was a pedigree kept for show purposes but her father was a average stray; here then gone again across the horizon. Unfortunately the couple who cared for her mother hadn't been expecting the pups, and even less the fact they were crossbreeds and not show dogs like their mother. The first two pups were easily rehomed but the last had to be sent to the shelter. Mikou spent exactly a week or two there and had mixed memories about it. Cold floors, dry kibble and the stories of the city from the other dogs. When, luckily, the young pup was rehomed like her siblings it was to a fairly lax family who tended to forget about her occasionally. Here she spent the first couple of years of her life, as an average but fairly redundant household pet. One day, she saw a crack in the fencing of her humans' garden and managed to slip out; determined at the time to live through the stories of the pound strays.

C R U S H: n/a
M A T E: none
R A N K W A N T E D: n/a
R A N K G I V E N: n/a
L O N E R, P A C K, O R P O U N D: loner and quite content with such
P U P S: n/a
O T H E R: As long as you make her laugh, I suppose she'll have a good view of you. :3 But she's a fickle one when it comes to first impressions.

[~Moonheart~]

Nebula saw a pup (Patch) running over to her, calling "mother!"
She frowned. She knew she never had pups or a mate, and didn't want them. All she wanted was to find her mother.
As the pup drew nearer, she started to growl.

[J e n n y]

(Accepted!)

Patch

Patch skidded to a halt when she heard the dog growling. That was not her mother. Patch whined and backed up.

{{I will be making a Taker rome around in his car in search. I will have him find a random dog, but i don't have to catch them unless you want to be caught.}}

[~Moonheart~]

Nebula watched the pup go, her ears flat against her head. She was a large dog, since she was part wolf, so she looked extra menacing. Finally, the pup was far enough away for her not to care anymore. Still growling to herself, she padded over to a nearby trashcan and tipped it over with a loud clatter. Bones with pieces of rotting chicken still clinging, an almost empty bag of potatoe chips, a black banana peel, and a puddle of rotting milk was a feast for the half starved she-dog.

[Jenny,]

(So can Lola grow up to be a warrior?)

[spottedheart11]

Nicki yawned. Her sharp white teeth showing as she watched everyone try to catch pidgeons. She briskly jogged over to a tree and laid down.

Jay ranafter a squirrel nearby. Its fluffy tail just inches away. He suddenly slammed into a beautiful female. He shook his head and looked at her( Crystal)." Sorry about that." He barked.

[~Moonheart~]

In the distance, Nebula could see the pack. The pack she had been hanging around. Her peircing blue eyes narrowed as she watched the dogs, happy, content, and talking contentedly with each other. She growled to herself. How could others have fun, when really life was just misery, and everything you love just gets taken away from you?

She remembrered her past. Abusive father. Cuts. Bruises. Cuffs. Hits. Her mom. Protector. Hurt. Pound takes her away...
She shuddered as she remembered the painful memories, then continued her search for scraps.