ℬʟαηк℮т Oƒ Sтαrs [Advanced Wolf RP] Accepting!

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Kapu stopped after he had traveled a few yards, his ears perking up. He tilted his head back and parted his jowls, inhaling deeply and allowing the air to pass over his scent glands. His brow furrowed as he caught the faint scents of wolves, or rather, a pack of wolves. He frowned, a low growl escaping his muzzle. He abruptly changed his course, veering away from the pack and what it had to offer. Ever since he had left his last pack, if you could even call it that, he had vowed to never trust wolves that were a part of a pack. In the back of his mind he knew he was being ridiculous in not trusting any of them, but when you were part of a pack that forced you to murder innocent wolves or suffer murder yourself, you wouldn't want to trust anything about packs. Sometimes he wondered how he hadn't gone insane, but he chose not to dwell too much on that idea. Instead, he kept traveling, oblivious to the fact that he had already crossed over into the pack's territory.

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((Ahhh....-sighs- Literate RPing feels so nice after a year xD))

Shade jerked her head up when Beckett came out of her den. She dipped her head to the other fae, watching as her fellow packmate made her way into the trees. She sighed softly, sensing that something was bothering the female but she decided not to pursue her so as not to get her head bitten off for asking. She understood when someone needed to be alone, and she knew that Beckett was having one of those times. Therefore she left the fae to work off whatever was bothering her, and Shade remained in the small clearing, observing the actions of her packmates. Currently, Shane was by the food pile, picking the remnants off a caribou while Jesse looked on near him. The gray female smirked and looked away, peering up at the clouds.

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Beckett picked her way daintily througgh the forest, swerving every now and then to avoid a fallen log. She raised her head and looked at the sky as she walked, or rather, the glimpses of the sky that she could catch in between the trees. Her ears flicked and she yelped in surprise, when a hare darted in front of her. She backed up, startled out of her thoughts. She smiled sheepishly at herself even though no one was around to see her blunder. She sighed softly and hastily moved on, towards the eastern border, alluding that Shane hadn't been able to check all of them during his morning walk. She sighed softly and hung her head again.

[Yes, yes it does.]

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[I have to go. I will be on tomorrow. ]

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Username: I-am-CC
Name: Mountain's End at the Ridge
Nickname: "Call me Ridge."
Gender: "I'm a dude, obviously."
Age: Four years.
Rank: "Hey, I don't want any hardcore responsibility, but don't make me the omega wolf. Just make me a pack member. That seems easy enough."
Mother: "I think she was called Winter."
Father: "His name was Thicket."
Siblings: "Ah, my brothers. What goodie two-shoes those two are. Boulder and Slash are their names."
Crush: "A crush? Psh, females are pretty and all, but do I have a crush on one? No, I don't."
Mate: "Who could commit themselves to a female enough for life? Not me."
Pups: "Meh, they're alright. Fun to scare."
* Personality: Ridge is all around a very unlikeable wolf, or at least to females. He loves to gawk at them, feeling he, as a male, has the right to do it, but he would hardly ever think of talking to one. He views them as pathetic creatures who do nothing but gossip and look pretty for him and all the other males. Basically, he thinks they are hardly more than boring to hang around, leading him to mostly communing with the male gender. He is a fairly cocky wolf who struts around like he is the best wolf on the face of the earth and he assumes everyone else thinks the same. He is very much a daring wolf with a craving for adventure and near death experiences. He is the kind of wolf who might, just after losing a leg, talk about how cool it was losing it and all of the blood that spilled from the wound after. He is a very mischievous wolf who loves to get on another wolf's nerves if they seem like an unwilling participant and the more you react to his antics the better. He is an exceptional hunter and he often brags about his hunting skills. On the other hand, Ridge can be a bit of a priss, taking great pride in his appearance and grooming himself regularly. Though he seems like such a terrible wolf, he has a nicer side to him that wants to please those important to him. Worm your way into his affections and he might be a little more pleasant acting around you.
History: Ridge is a wolf with a less that interesting history. He was born into an average pack to nothing more than two average pack members. He had two brothers who were both considerably larger than him from the day they were born. He was considered the runt, but with ten times more fire in his personality than his brothers. He grew up not really liking either of them, finding the too boring as they stuck to the rules and actually listened to their parents. He was quick to make friends with another pup as daring as himself. They were the two trouble makers of the pack, always causing havoc among the pack, or at least his and his friend's parents. When they were young adolescents, the two decided to try one of their most daring acts yet, teasing a grizzly bear. Once they provoked it to chase them, his friend was quickly mauled by the beast. Ridge was mortified. He ran to the pack to get help and they managed to fend the grizzly off, though his friend was badly injured. The pack knowing that Ridge was usually the one to come up with their troublesome ideas, they blamed him for his nearly dead friend. When his friend died he ran away, fearing all the things the pack might do to him as a punishment. However, the accident didn't keep him from pulling his usual stunts, though he still remembered the accident his friend was in. Ridge went from pack to pack, usually getting kicked out fairly soon for his antics so, he spent a good part of his life as a loner, testing out new packs from time to time.
Other: I will describe his appearance here because I don't use pictures.
Ridge is an average sized wolf, standing at the average height for males, though he has quite a barreled chest and very slender legs that don't seem to match his build well. His paws are proportioned to his slim legs, making them a bit smaller than average for a male. His tail is of average length. His fur if fat and coarse, though not particularly thick in number of strands. His fur feathers out a bit more on his chest and tail, revealing its slight lack of quantity unlike the rest of his body where his fur lays somewhat flatter, though still seems to feather out a bit in shelves. His fur is extremely textured looking, its base color being on off white while all over his back, tail, head, and most of his face his fur goes a soft gray, varying in darkness that mixes in with the white like salt and pepper. Very softly mixed in with that is an earthy orange. His eyes are a very muddy green in color and easily give away his moods and emotions, usually glinting with mischief or boredom.
* Roleplay Sample:

Username: I-am-CC
Name: Turbulence of the Storm
Nickname: "Call me Storm."
Gender: "Male."
Age: Five years.
Rank: "I think it would be fair to make me a pack member. I haven't yet shown myself worthy of anything higher or shown the weakness of an omega, have I?"
Mother: "Her name was Birch."
Father: "His name was Swift."
Siblings: "I have one remaining sister named Moon."
Crush: "My eyes are not yet set on any particular female."
Mate: "Perhaps if the right wolf ever comes along."
Pups: "I have no pups of my own."
* Personality: Storm is a very blunt and serious wolf. He doesn't beat around the bush and can often seem harsh. He is great when it comes to strategy and is usually the on to come up with nearly flawless plans. He is a very calculated wolf and usually doesn't act upon his emotions, focusing more on doing the appropriate action for the situation. He usually isn't a talker, but he isn't shy in the least, often speaking his mind. He is a very bold wolf, but would never challenge an alpha wolf unless necessary. He isn't a particularly creative wolf and usually sticks to the facts. He is by no means a funny wolf and when he does try to crack a joke, he usually doesn't get anyone to laugh. He is a wolf who doesn't care what others think and words usually don't affect him. Needless to say, he is a tough wolf both mentally and physically. He tends to have a terrible temper that flares up easily, often leading him to do brash things to another wolf, which is typically chewing them out. If you mess up, he'll be one of the first to know and correct you. Though he may sometimes seem like a very harsh and mean wolf, he really is a soft hearted wolf. He just doesn't really know how to act out very kindly to another wolf. He is deathly loyal and it would be nearly impossible for him to leave your side, being very devoted to the ones he cares for. He is extremely trustworthy and he takes responsibility seriously. Overall, Storm is a very harsh sounding wolf who almost never fails to tell you some of the harshest things he thinks about you, though he is really just a soft hearted wolf who doesn't know how to express his feelings.
History: Storm was born to average pack members in a fairly large pack right in the middle of a war between his pack and another. He had four siblings, three brothers and a sister. All of the pups were being trained to fight at very early ages because of the hard times and he was no exception. He was hardly two months old when he the lead fighter insisted on mentoring him along with his sister into fighters, saying that they would be excellent in battle. He trained long and hard hours, the lessons brutal. As he aged, his bond grew strong with his mentor and sister. He strove to please his mentor, doing all he thought he could to be the best fighter he could be. His mentor almost never failed to be pleased with his progress and when Storm became only a year old he was thrown into battle with his brothers, sister, and any other pups who had become a year of age. He fought well, though many of the young wolves such as himself died. Among them were two of his brothers. He grieved their loss, though he was thankful that it was not his sister, Moon, or his last remaining brother. A couple of years passed and during those years, his brother died along with every other wolf his age and many older than him. He, Moon, his mentor, and a handful of others remained and the rival pack was closing in on them. Storm had a strategy planned, but his mentor deemed him to young to know what he was doing and devised a plan with the beta wolf. When the final battle began, it quickly became apparent that their plan had failed. Storm's pack was massacred and quickly his pack was dying off. He and his sister nearly died themselves, but as his mentor was being ravaged by another wolf, he heard him screaming out to them to run. Though he was reluctant to leave his beloved friend behind, he still had his sister to care for. He ran off with her, their wounds eventually healing, though both of them stayed heavily scarred. They lived as loners for a while until they came across a pack that was willing to accept Moon, but not him. She tried to refuse their offer, but Storm told her to go ahead and stay with the pack because it was a great offer. She did as he told her to do and that left him alone searching for a pack to accept him.
Other: Though Storm is not a startling large wolf, he is a rather large and broad wolf, packed with large and toned muscles meant to kill. His tail is thick and long enough to look average with his taller height. His fur is very coarse and thick, covering his body like a heavy blanket. It is a bit shaggy and seems to give him a very gruff appearance. The color of his fur is a mixture of black, variations of gray, and white, giving it a salt and peppered appearance. Leaving sections of his fur missing are variously sized black scars left on various parts of his body. His scars are plentiful enough that he doesn't really have one that is more notable than the next, his many scars just being noticed in general for their quantity. His lips are very black and he has noticeable black rims around his eyes, making both seem very noticeable. His eyes are a golden yellow in color, popping against his darker coat and sometimes seeming menacing with the lack of emotion they show. He was once a completely black wolf, though as he ages his fur is lightening, explaining why his fur looks the way it does. If he lives long enough, his fur will be almost completely white in his elder years.
* Roleplay Sample:

Username: I-am-CC
Name: Red Like the Todd
Nickname: "I used to be called Todd."
Gender: "I am a male."
Age: Three months.
Rank: "Um..pup?"
Mother: "I don't know her name. I just called her Mother."
Father: "I don't know my father."
Siblings: "Their names are Ruby and Feather."
Crush: "Um..no?"
Mate: "I-I'm too young for one of those."
Pups: "Well, I'm still a pup so, I don't think I could have any of my own yet."
* Personality: Todd is a very shy and timid pup, afraid to dare. He scarcely makes eye contact when speaking and often stutters when he doesn't know you. He is a very uncomfortable wolf when around others and if made the center of attention he would easily cry. He is a hugely fearful pup and is afraid to do many things, often leading him to do little more than stand around unless with an adult he knows. He easily stresses out in what he considers to be tense situations, usually leading to him crying. It is safe to say that he can be a bit of a cry baby, but he is still young. He can be a bit of a perfectionist, striving to do his best and scolding himself when he doesn't think he has done a good job. If he thinks you are upset with him, his entire week could easily be ruined as he worried over what he had done to make you so angry. He obviously wishes to please others. He is really a very sweet and kind hearted wolf, willing to help you out as long as it doesn't involve something he deems scary. He is also a very smart and calculated young pup, not given enough credit for his ability to work with his common sense. He is a terribly uncoordinated pup and is prone to tripping over things in his way.
History: Being so young, Todd doesn't have much of a history. He was born to a lone female with two sisters as siblings. They spent most of their time moving around from place to place. It was just recently that, while his mother went out hunting that she never returned. He didn't know why, but she was quickly assumed dead by him and his sisters. He sobbed over her loss and panicked at the thought of them being all alone. When they finally went out to look for her, Todd accidentally separated himself from his sisters when he bolted away because of a rustle in the bushes.
Other: Todd is a little small and scrawny for even a wolf pup of his age. His bones are small and he doesn't have a lot of meat on him. His fur is nice and thick, though tends to lay very flat against his body, not adding much bulk to his size. He is a red wolf and his coat is a very fiery red in color. Peppered in are some strands of black across the red areas of his fur. His chest and underbelly are white as are the insides of his legs. Both back paws have white on them, one having it on his toes and the other encompassing his entire foot. His face is fairly handsome with red covering it all down the bridge of his nose. On his chin and muzzle below the bridge of his nose his fur is white. His eyes are a mixture between a green and yellow in color, usually glinting in uncertainty.
* Roleplay Sample: Life as a house cat was pretty good, or so Ridge thought anyway as he lay flat on his back on a table, his rust orange underbelly exposed as half of his body spilled over the edge of said table. It hurt his back a bit, but he was curious as to know what the den his person had looked like upside down. To his surprise and disappointment, it looked rather similar to the way it looked when he stood upright, if different at all. The wooden ground still appeared as though it was below him and the top of the den still looked like it was above him. He wondered why it was that sometimes his person would lay upside down on the blush rock in front of the talking box and watch the little people inside of it that way. He wondered if his person could see things upside down like that and it was just him who couldn't see upside down. Maybe you could only view things upside down when watching the people in the talking box. Unfortunately, it wasn't talking at the moment so, he probably wouldn't have much luck. He would try to remember to try it later, though. Still disappointed, Ridge rolled over, in the process accidentally losing his balance before he could get his front paws back on the table. He slipped off of the slick surface of the table and to the ground, landing on the floor, his claws having a desperate grip on the carpet for a moment. Once he realized he was alright, he pulled his claws from the carpet and walked away like nothing ever happened, planning to hop out of the window that was left open in the den.
(( Just a random literate post that was easy to find. ))

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((Night Silver!!))

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[I will be off an on today. I probably won't be on as late as I was last night due to several television shows that I enjoy. 8D]

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[Thinking of joining............. not sure.]

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[Ooh, please do. ]

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Username:
Name: Moon Solo©
Nickname: Moon or Solo
Gender: Female
Age: 4 years
Rank: "I want to be beta..."
Mother: Moon Deceased
Father: Lucan Deceased
Siblings: None
Crush: "No!"
Mate: "As if."
Pups: "None."
* Personality: [Can i just rp it out, i have the same problem as you:)]
History: Her family is a long line of loners, ever since her great great great great grandmother was a pup. She never knew the life style of a pack, she didn't like be around other wolves. She was raised by moving around alot, never calling a place home. She was taught not to trust anyone, especially don't trust them to not steal your heart. Sadly, it was to late for her. She had fell in love with a great male, he was a loner himself. She was curious about him first... then they got to talking and it just happened. She kept it a secret from her mom, knowing that she would have to move location again. One day, her lover suggested they get rid of her mother. Kill her, so that they could be happy and be mates. She didn't like that, so she turned him down. They got in a huge argument, not ending so well... with a goodbye and Moon Solo made her feelings for him leave her heart. She was back to normal, with not loving or trusting. Her mother was asleep and so was herself, sound asleep and in a heavy sleep. The Male she had a secret love for, Jake, had found where they were. His heart was with rage and he missed Moon Solo with all his heart, but he didn't know that herself hadn't loved him anymore. Jake killed his mother, Moon Solo woke up with a loud yelp. She saw that her mother was bleeding, her neck in the jaws of Jake... Jake dropped her mothers neck. Having blood splatter onto her white and mocha coloured fur, a puddle of blood leaking down and touching her paws. She had just witnessed that her mother was killed, and Jake smiling at her with her mothers blood staining his teeth. Moon Solo was heart broken and angry, she wanted to attack him and kill him! She stopped herself, getting up and dashing off away. She ran and ran away, not looking back. She hates remember that to this day, not trusting and still broken hearted. She feels so stupid for not doing anything... but what could she do? If she was to attack, he would surely win the fight and her be dead herself... at least she was alive to fight another day. She has been wondering the forest, in search of a pack... even though she hates the idea. She knows that she can not survive on her own and that she needs to at least have one wolf there to protect her. She longs for her to feel any type of love again, hoping and wishing that one day she will just maybe feel a little something that a wolf shows that he or she cares.
Other: She can not Smell or Taste.
* Roleplay Sample:

[This will not be my first post!]

•||Moon Solo||•

Moon Solo lurked aorund the misty forest, a fog beaming in from the winter that came. She slowly walked threw the forest, he feet crunching on the snow beneath her. She could hear the crockets in the forest, cherping away... like music. She walked against a small creek, surprisingly it wasn't frozen. She could hear the frogs , croaking like they had a soar throat. She could hear the trickling of the water and her paw splashing in the water when she crossed it. She walked deeper and deeper into the forest, breathing slowly and quietly. She had to make sure not to make a sound, in any case she saw some deer and she was able to get one. She had to quickly take up the pace, she could hear something... meaning it could be anything. She let the cold breeze blow threw her white and mocha coloured fur, her ears perked to listen around her. She heared some wolves talking... as she approuched the pack camp and had no idea. She peered threw the forest, slowly walking into the middle of camp like some lost pup. She looked aorund with her acorn coloured eyes, gazing around her surroundings. She wondered if someone would notice her, she was pretty scared for her life... considering about all the packs she had ran into had chased her away as they were not accepting any new wolves into their pack. She sat down, completely unaware of what she might be getting herself into. She wasn't scared righ tnow, for right now was a moment of truth and honor. If she would not get accepted into this pack, it just might mean the end of her existence. She was hungry and cold, even with her thick fur coat. She whimpered very lowly, whimpering to see if maybe the Alpha was around and she could speak with him or her directly to be accepted into the pack. She was slightly excited for her life, also curious to what her might be-going-to-be Alpha and also the rest of the pack. How would they treat her? She had no idea, and for that she was worried. Would they accept her? She again had no idea, she would just have to wait... and hope for the best. Maybe the Alpha was friendly and accept her, she had high expectations and was determined to join this pack!

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