W a r r i o r D o g s || ShadowPack

[Ember1989]

Snowstorm

She dog| Siberian Husky| 12 moons|Tag: Jaggedfang

“She never mentioned anything. Which is odd. If I had been in even the slightest bit of pain I’d get checked out. She seemed fine talking about a hunting patrol earlier.” Snowstorm said. She wondered what Velvetstar would say about the death of the deputy. Velvetstar should be around to hear the news as well.

[Owlcat]

Birchpaw

( ♂ ) - ( Staffordshire Bull Terrier ) - ( Apprentice ) - ( ShadowPack ) - ( 10 moons old ) - ( No romance ) - ( Tags: Open )

Birchpaw lounged lazily with his paws out-stretched near the apprentice's den, a bird that was caught just earlier, in his mouth.

[qerrat]

Dawnpaw
| ♀ | Medicine Dog Apprentice | 9 Moons | Bisexual | Crush: Reserved | Mentor: Needlefang | Location: Apprentice Den | Tags: Birchpaw |
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Dawnpaw sighed as she plopped down next to Birchpaw. She had a small mouse grasped in her muzzle, and her mind was focused on the upcoming gathering. What will happen? Will the banished packs attend? She was so distracted that all she could really come up with for a greeting with her fellow apprentice was, "Um... hi Birchpaw."

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[Owlcat]

Birchpaw

( ♂ ) - ( Staffordshire Bull Terrier ) - ( Apprentice ) - ( ShadowPack ) - ( 10 moons old ) - ( No romance ) - ( Tags: Dawnpaw )

"Hello, Dawnpaw!" Birchpaw said letting his tail thump against the ground at the notion of finally having something to do. "How has your day been?" Birchpaw asked.

[qerrat]

Thornheart
♀| 216 Moons | Shadowpack | No romance | Elder | Location: Prey Pile | Tags: Open
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Thornheart smiled as she watched a smallish songbird flitting about in the upper branches of a particularly large oak. It cocked it's head from side to side, watching the elder below it. It knew the ancient dog to be no threat; Thornheart was sure of that, or else the bird would never have come so close. "Your song is quite the pretty one, little bird," she whispered to it. The bird tweeted, and shot off into the sky. "Ah well, I knew you'd leave eventually," Thornheart said with a yawn. "It's a good thing, too. You were too pretty to eat, heh."

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[Ember1989]

Snowstorm

She dog| Siberian Husky| 12 moons|Tag: Jaggedfang


Snowstorm knew it wasn’t her place to call a meeting with the pack. “I have some sad news to tell everyone. Flowerpetal has died.” She made her voice loud enough to be heard by all in camp. “There is nothing we could have done to help her. But I’m sure she would want us to stay strong. She was a good friend who died tragically.” She added. She then looked around. Snowstorm was not sure how the pack would react besides confused and sad. Who should be the next deputy?we need a new deputy. She thought, just a bit concerned on how they would choose a good deputy. Did anyone have any suggestions?

[qerrat]

Thornheart
♀| 216 Moons | Shadowpack | No romance | Elder | Location: Camp | Tags: Open
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Thornheart shook her head sadly as she heard Snowstorm break the news. It was always heartbreaking when Starpack took a life, but the elder knew it was done, all of it, with purpose. Hearing pounding pawsteps behind her, the she-dog turned just in time to see Flarepaw, Flowerpetal's adoptive daughter, running away, crashing through the bushes. "Poor pup," she whispered to no one in particular, sighing. "This will be hard for the poor thing." With another sigh, Thornhesrt found herself wishing to be younger once more. If I could run as fast as I used to, I would run after the poor thing, but Starpack has granted me a long life, meaning I must watch others go before me, and adjust to the restraints of age.

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[Ember1989]

Snowstorm

She dog| Siberian Husky| 12 moons|Tag: Jaggedfang, pack

Snowstorm thought of Flarepaw as a dear friend and would have gone to support her, but she figured Flarepaw would rather have some time alone. Well there’s no good way to say these kind of things. Death happens in many ways. I just pray she doesn’t go getting hurt. She thought.

[Tordier]

Rive
59 Moons
Chihuahua Mix
ShadowPack
Omega
With Thornheart

Before Needlefang had a chance to answer, Rive lifted her head, staring attentively at the source of a voice ringing out across camp. She instantly recognized the voice as belonging to Snowstorm, the youngest warrior in ShadowPack. Snowstorm spoke with purpose, in a manner not dissimilar to Velvetstar, herself, when a meeting was in order. Rive could not help but pay attention. She felt her dainty paws carrying her away from the growing tunnel in the medicine den and towards the open space of camp as Snowstorm shared what was on her mind. Flowerpetal was dead.
Rive felt her legs grow weak beneath her. She swayed, and her haunches dropped to the ground in an effort to steady herself. Losing Flowerpetal was a significant blow to ShadowPack, but perhaps to none moreso than Flarepaw. The apprentice raced across camp and soon disappeared. No one tried to go after her, and Rive understood why. There was nothing anyone could say to make it alright again. Not for Flarepaw. Besides, Rive was not allowed to leave camp, so there was nothing she could do about it. Instead, she took a few deep breaths, trying to calm her racing heart as she accepted this new reality. With Flowerpetal gone, a new deputy needed to be chosen soon. So much chaos had been going on lately, and now Velvetstar had this to deal with. Still, the ShadowPack leader would surely handle this in stride, as she always seemed to do. Rive found that thought comforting. She could trust Velvetstar to guide everyone through this.
Rive licked her whiskers into place and hesitantly rose to her paws again. The pack would need support after this news, and she felt it was her job as an omega to take their frustrations on as needed. Yet, it was Thornheart that here eyes fell on first. Her expression softened in relief at the thought of a visit with her friend before her paws even started moving, and move, they did.
"Oh, Thornheart...", she whined softly, her voice an odd mix of wistful empathy and foggy grief. "You heard too, didn't you? Of course, you did. What a day..."

[Ember1989]

Snowstorm

She dog| Siberian Husky| 12 moons|Tag: Jaggedfang, pack

Snowstorm knew the news was sad. She wanted to try and comfort Flarepaw, but she was sure nothing she said would help ease the apprentice’s mind. But Flarepaw was her friend. It couldn’t hurt to try talking to her. What a day this had been...they still had to bury Flowerpetal too. “We need to bury Flowerpetal. Are there any dogs who would like to lend a paw in doing so?” She asked. Speaking up so the pack could hear her loud and clear. Snowstorm felt many moons older having to tell the news of Flowerpetal’s death. But she was able to stay calm as she spoke.