Survivors - Rule the Wild || Accepting

[sunarin]

Star
"Hehehehehe" she laughs "she's a leashed dog hehehehehe"
Amber
"Hehehehehheehehhe, that's right! That name... Hehehehehe her two legs do they miss you little baby? AHAHAHA. Like Sammy the leashed dog!"
Kira
Embarrassed she layed down like nothing
Star
"HAHAHA sa- WAIT WHAT?!"

[RogueRunner]

Juliet: I feel that I've stepped into some dangerous territory and leave the scout den before those two say anything else.

Sammy: I whimper from the coldness and shake out my pelt. "The Sky-Dogs are sure playing rough, today." I mutter to myself, seeking refuge from the storm in the tight corner of the scout den.

Atlas: My ear flicks in boredom as I wait out the storm. A lemming suddenly crosses my path and I slam my paw down on it. I'll add this to the prey pile - once it stops raining. Wait a minute...THE PREY PILE! I scramble out into the rain, searching frantically for that mountain of meat. And then I see it. It was getting wet, though, and soggy. I pull what I can into the hunter den, and then go back and get the rest.

Crescent: Though it storms fiercely outside, I don't notice, sleeping comfortably in my den. But a warmth was missing next to me; where was my Beta? Was he still outside? One eye peeks around the den for Charcoal, but I don't see him. I shut it again. It's not my place to tell him where to go during a Sky-Dog fight.

Rogue: I collapse in a soggy mess when I'm in the hunter den, shaking out my fur before it penetrates to my skin. I lick my chops.

[~Sunburst~]

Username: ~Sunburst~
Pup Name: Cream
Adult Name: Toasty
Age: 1.5 years
Breed: Husky
Mate/Crush: None atm
Wanted Rank (Please participate in poll!): Wild dog, loner (seeking a pack)
Gender: Female
Temper: Toasty is usually a kind dog, but don't get on her nerves. She's known to pounce and teach a dog a lesson if they disrespect her, insult her, etc. She's great with pups as well as close friends. Also, she likes to voice her opinion, but she hates being interrupted.
Description: Toasty is a large, muscular 50 pound Siberian Husky. She has a white coat with a cream/brown 'toasted' look on her back. The 'toasted' look goes all the way up her neck onto the top of her head and face, making it look like she has light brown rings around her eye. She has hazel eyes with a dark peach-colored nose. Her fur is very fluffy, which is great for winter and cold weather, but it sucks when it rains or is hot and humid.

[mokastar712]

Qannik: She drags the sharpclaw carcass into the hunters den and tucks it in a corner so it doesn't get wet. She shakes herself off and begins skinning the sharpclaw.

[RogueRunner]

(( So, is she rankless? A loner? Also, every dog has a pup name before they get their dog name. Fix those things and I'll accept the format. ))

[RogueRunner]

Rogue: I peer lifelessly into the open entrance of the den, and send a silent prayer to the Sky-Dogs.

Sammy: I sleep soundly, just a ball of thick white fur, heaving as I snored.

[~Sunburst~]

(( So, is she rankless? A loner? Also, every dog has a pup name before they get their dog name. Fix those things and I'll accept the format. ))

Sorry, lol. I fixed it

Also, I LOVE LOVE LOVE your avatar! I, too, love Vivzie Pop, especially her 'Die Young' video. Omg, I freaked out when I saw it. She is so talented!
~S

[RogueRunner]

(( IKR!!! )) (Also, welcome to the roleplay!)

[~Sunburst~]

Toasty|Female|1.5 years|Wild Dog|Place; Forest->The Territory|Tags; Open
Toasty pads up a grassy hill to the place of the Lunar Pack. She's heard of this place and hopes she will make a great addition to their pack, that is if they even accept her. Lifting her head in the air, a cool breeze ruffles her fur. She gets the scent of another dogs urine, which marks the boarders. At first, she is hesitant, but she quickly builds up the courage to cross. Quickly, she pads into the territory. "Hello?" she says, trying not to sound offensive or anything. She doesn't want this to turn into a fight. Despite her anger issues, she doesn't want to attack or offend the other dogs in their own territory.

[RogueRunner]

Rogue: I smell a dog on the territory. I leave my den and quickly spot it, the rain pouring harder now. Another "Siberian husky," as the longpaws would say. I drop my head aggressively and sneak through the grass downwind of the dog.