Sorry I haven't been active lately guys! Been busy making another role play...or two. But now I'm back so...yay! Anyway, since it would take a lot of words to recap everything, I'll just basically give my characters a new beginning so they aren't involved in anything right now. Here goes!

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Goldpaw was basking in the warmth of the sun, glad that the cold and the rain was gone. Her belly was up and her legs were splayed in all directions. In the past, her father had said that this was the manner of a dog, but Goldpaw didn't care. Every now and then a wolf could stoop so low and not be ashamed, as long as it didn't break any code.
((Oh yeah, Storm is hunting isn't he? Haha wow fail.)) Storm ran, his legs a blur and his eyes tearing up against the wind his speed created. He loved to run, to match his will and his legs against the dirt. Suddenly he stopped short, his nose turning to the side even as he tumbled over. "I got something," he said to his fellow hunters. A young elk was browsing nearby, and from the strong smell of the blood, might be an easy kill.