The Copperleaf (wolf pack rp- accepting!)

[tabbydragon1]

Plot: a pack of wolves, the Copperleaf, is trapped at a research center where horrible expiraments are being performed on them. The characters are:
Glen- tanah, or alpha male- me
Paloke- maisa, or alpha female- rawr
Rapid- black male, Philosopher-me
Coast- shy little female- rawr
Wrath-male-
Maya- female, not much more than a pup- taken.
Timber- huge male-

I'll start:

A soft breeze gently ruffles both the fur on my back and the long grasses in the meadow beyond the fence. A mouse sniffs out of its burrow, investigating my scent. Eventually fear overcomes curiousity and it darts back inside. I regard the tiny tunnel for some time, thinking about the safety of it. The name's Rapid, by the way. I'm what you might call a philosopher. I like to think.

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I want to join!!

[tabbydragon1]

(be coast plz!) I turn, hearing another voice. It's just coast, a pretty little cream-colored female. "oh, hey, Coast."

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(okay, can I be Paloke too??)
Coast::
"hi" I say in a small quite voice looking down at the ground

[tabbydragon1]

(yeah. I'm rapid and glen. Actually, coast is shy to the humans not really the other wolves.) I paw the fence, then yelp and jump back. "word of warning: don't touch the fence, it's electric!" duh. I hear those crazy teyen inside the lab. Sooo annoying. (teyen are dogs in wolf language)

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(oh okay... But she likes Rapid.. So that's why... Is that okay?)
Coast::
I stare at the fence.... Wanting to get out

Paloke::
I lay down... Feeling depressed....

[tabbydragon1]

(ha, that's how it is in the book I got this from. That's how I got all these great names)
"we all want out." I sense something bad coming. "Call it a... premonition, I suppose."

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(haha, what's really weird is that I have never even heard of the book, so there is no possible way I could have known that)

[tabbydragon1]

(lol. It's called wolf trails.)
Rapid: I scratch my neck. My brother, Tundra, comes up to me. "hey, philosopher, did I interrupt your thinking?" tundra is a poet, as wolves go.

[soilatte]

((May I be Maya?))