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omg. IM INTERESTED. ALREADY BOOKMARKED THE THREAD. /capsabuse

[mint.]

any interests?

paws in the snow ; literate

no posting yet- pm reservations only please

ＴＨＩＳ ＩＳ ＭＹ ＬＩＴＴＬＥ ＰＥＩＣＥ ＯＦ ＨＥＡＶＥＮ ＯＮ ＥＡＲＴＨ

♣ ♣ ♣

Snowpaw looked at the moon expectantly. He
had wished for his mentor to come back. He
simply missed Ivy. She had gone off for the hunt
and not returned. Perhaps on of the warriors on
the night hunt will come back with her. Snowpaw
howled sadly as a dark shadow came up from
behind. His cold aurora frightened him.

"Come." He had whispered to the young pup as he
bolted towards the forest. The pup hesitantly
followed. The two raced throw the snow-bound
forest, leaping over dozens of logs. Suddenly the
stranger had stopped. Beneath the soft moonlight,
Snowpaw could finally see his true face.

It was Darkness, the loner of the forest. The young
and old rumored that he had killed the past alpha and
tried to run the pack, but failed. Darkness was banished
from the pack- never to set foot in camp again. He
doesn't seem bad, the pup thought. The wolf away from
Snowpaw and motion him to come closer. As Snowpaw
neared Darkness, he shivered and gasped. Infront of him
lay a frail wolf, with a blood-stained pelt. Only if you
looked closely, you could make out its white fur. The female
whimpered. She was dying. Then the pup knew. Darkness
had brought him here to bring this wolf to camp. He could
not save her.
"Snowpaw, stay away from me. Go. The prophecy doesn't
want you here. I must die," she whispered, her voice barely
audible. The young pup wondered how she knew his name.

"No, you cannot. You must live. It doesn't state that you
must sacrifice yourself," Darkness growled. The white wolf
whimpered again.
"Snowpaw- go and take her back to camp. She doesn't belong
here. You belong with the rest." The black wolf said simply.

Walking towards the weak wolf, Snowpaw realized it was his
mentor. Yelping, he whimpered and snuggled close to her. He
doubted that Darkness hurt Ivy, but he couldn't prove he had
not. Turning to confront him, he realized the loner had left.
Silently, he took Ivy back to camp.

Snowpaw was the hero that day, but he knew, deep down,
Darkness was the one who saved her.

♣ ♣ ♣

This is the legend of how the pack of Snow, told from generations to generations. Elders whisper quietly about the devious Snowpaw, careful to not let the pups hear. His actions affected the whole war, and is the result of what is the present. Sadly, the pack shall never come together again, and the wounds will never heal.

••••

As a thanks to Snowpaw for saving Ivy, the current alpha named the young pup to be the heir to the pack. But as a result, his heart turned a dark shade of evil. Little did the pack know, Snowpaw was going to change. As the alpha passed, Snowpaw gained control of the pack, and began by setting a few rules. He wanted to lead the pack on his own conditions, which were quite harsh. Some supported Snowpaw's dark ideas, and others deeply refused.

The pack was split into two- one of bright hearts and clear souls, the other of darkness. Why? Simply because Snowpaw wanted to be the hero again. He wanted the taste of glory and the sensation if everyone bowing down to you. Yet, even though Snowpaw thought only for himself, he was greatly supported. On the night of the full moon, it became offical, the Nox pack, meaning night in Latin and the Caelestis pack, the pack of divine.

War continued on- warriors died and territories were lost. But Snowpaw wasn't satisfied yet. His hunger for destruction continued on. Even though the elders had warned him there was no more prey left and food shall be scarce, he wanted to destroy the Caelestis camp. Jealousy was his motivation. Even though both packs were successful, Caelestis seemed more closely knitted. It seemed like their alpha ruled better than Snowpaw.

So when the day came, Snowfall warriors stalked onto the Caelestis territory, ready to make an impression. They were going to destroy the pack, for good.

••••

Snowfall failed. Caelestis won the battle, and Snowpaw died in the process. Some called it karma, while others called it bad luck. The line between the pack deepened, and the rivalry continued. But even though the war has drifted off, both packs have to endure the storm on limited food.

Is Mother Nature trying to teach them the lesson of a lifetime, or is this simply revenge of the innocent deaths caused by Snowpaw? Will both packs live through the series of storms? Is this the end?

_____________________________________________________________________

[wolfie.]

any interests?

paws in the snow ; literate

no posting yet- pm reservations only please

ＴＨＩＳ ＩＳ ＭＹ ＬＩＴＴＬＥ ＰＥＩＣＥ ＯＦ ＨＥＡＶＥＮ ＯＮ ＥＡＲＴＨ

♣ ♣ ♣

Snowpaw looked at the moon expectantly. He
had wished for his mentor to come back. He
simply missed Ivy. She had gone off for the hunt
and not returned. Perhaps on of the warriors on
the night hunt will come back with her. Snowpaw
howled sadly as a dark shadow came up from
behind. His cold aurora frightened him.

"Come." He had whispered to the young pup as he
bolted towards the forest. The pup hesitantly
followed. The two raced throw the snow-bound
forest, leaping over dozens of logs. Suddenly the
stranger had stopped. Beneath the soft moonlight,
Snowpaw could finally see his true face.

It was Darkness, the loner of the forest. The young
and old rumored that he had killed the past alpha and
tried to run the pack, but failed. Darkness was banished
from the pack- never to set foot in camp again. He
doesn't seem bad, the pup thought. The wolf away from
Snowpaw and motion him to come closer. As Snowpaw
neared Darkness, he shivered and gasped. Infront of him
lay a frail wolf, with a blood-stained pelt. Only if you
looked closely, you could make out its white fur. The female
whimpered. She was dying. Then the pup knew. Darkness
had brought him here to bring this wolf to camp. He could
not save her.
"Snowpaw, stay away from me. Go. The prophecy doesn't
want you here. I must die," she whispered, her voice barely
audible. The young pup wondered how she knew his name.

"No, you cannot. You must live. It doesn't state that you
must sacrifice yourself," Darkness growled. The white wolf
whimpered again.
"Snowpaw- go and take her back to camp. She doesn't belong
here. You belong with the rest." The black wolf said simply.

Walking towards the weak wolf, Snowpaw realized it was his
mentor. Yelping, he whimpered and snuggled close to her. He
doubted that Darkness hurt Ivy, but he couldn't prove he had
not. Turning to confront him, he realized the loner had left.
Silently, he took Ivy back to camp.

Snowpaw was the hero that day, but he knew, deep down,
Darkness was the one who saved her.

♣ ♣ ♣

This is the legend of how the pack of Snow, told from generations to generations. Elders whisper quietly about the devious Snowpaw, careful to not let the pups hear. His actions affected the whole war, and is the result of what is the present. Sadly, the pack shall never come together again, and the wounds will never heal.

••••

As a thanks to Snowpaw for saving Ivy, the current alpha named the young pup to be the heir to the pack. But as a result, his heart turned a dark shade of evil. Little did the pack know, Snowpaw was going to change. As the alpha passed, Snowpaw gained control of the pack, and began by setting a few rules. He wanted to lead the pack on his own conditions, which were quite harsh. Some supported Snowpaw's dark ideas, and others deeply refused.

The pack was split into two- one of bright hearts and clear souls, the other of darkness. Why? Simply because Snowpaw wanted to be the hero again. He wanted the taste of glory and the sensation if everyone bowing down to you. Yet, even though Snowpaw thought only for himself, he was greatly supported. On the night of the full moon, it became offical, the Nox pack, meaning night in Latin and the Caelestis pack, the pack of divine.

War continued on- warriors died and territories were lost. But Snowpaw wasn't satisfied yet. His hunger for destruction continued on. Even though the elders had warned him there was no more prey left and food shall be scarce, he wanted to destroy the Caelestis camp. Jealousy was his motivation. Even though both packs were successful, Caelestis seemed more closely knitted. It seemed like their alpha ruled better than Snowpaw.

So when the day came, Snowfall warriors stalked onto the Caelestis territory, ready to make an impression. They were going to destroy the pack, for good.

••••

Snowfall failed. Caelestis won the battle, and Snowpaw died in the process. Some called it karma, while others called it bad luck. The line between the pack deepened, and the rivalry continued. But even though the war has drifted off, both packs have to endure the storm on limited food.

Is Mother Nature trying to teach them the lesson of a lifetime, or is this simply revenge of the innocent deaths caused by Snowpaw? Will both packs live through the series of storms? Is this the end?

_____________________________________________________________________

YES :3

[benexo]

also; anyone interested in the rp i advertised a page ago? c:

i may be, i have to read the plot again though, but i'm not sure if i'll be able to join [i made a roleplay, probably starting a one-on-one, joined two literate rps...]

alright, don't worry about it if you can't! it probably won't be too demanding though

[sunflower.]

Form:
Username: && e t e r n i t y
Favorite type of RP: Coming to think of all the different types of roleplays on chickensmoothie, I would say I don't like anything to do with magic/mystical creatures, or anything similar that is fantasy-based. Anything other than that, I don't mind roleplaying other topics - I don't have a particular favourite roleplay out of those I like.
Roleplay sample: Here I will quote an example of my writing out of a One x One of mine. The character's name is Graeme Storm Wynn, and he just arrived at a school known as Sinclair's Arts School. I know I could have done a little better with the coding, but I prefer to focus more on the writing than prettying up my posts.

{{ Age ;; 19.
relationship status ;; single.
interacting with ;; no one.
action ;; just arrived at Sinclair’s. }}

The cool wind on this exceptionally hot, sunny day, made me so grateful as I stepped out of the bus. The stuffy atmosphere of the bus and the stench of dripping sweat had me nearly gasping for fresh air as my feet found themselves walking away exceptionally fast from the huge boulder of a bus, that now looked like it was exploding with bodies of students eager to get out of it. I was luckily one of the first ones to make my way out. The fact that I was at Sinclair’s Arts School only registered to my mind right then, and I found my mouth somewhat gaping open as the huge school lurked ahead of me. I had to tell my feet to stand steady and carry my weight; otherwise I would surely fall over and, like... Hurt something. I wasn’t a drama-king at all, but places like these were fascinating and very few people in the world had the opportunity to actually see it with their own eyes. Sinclair’s Arts School was a legendary school where only picked-out students were sent to. It was not an ordinary school where every-day gossip stories loomed around or where gangs threatened to kill, where students fell in love and broke their hearts with a hurry, or any other usual circumstance where students just came in and out of the school; dancers, musicians, singers, and other artists made a living out of their passion here. And soon, I was to make a living out of mine, too. Momentarily I felt my heart leap with excitement, scared that it felt too feminine for a guy to experience, but got over it and positioned myself on a small brick-like wall about twenty feet away from the bus. People scurried around in confusion, trying to track down their luggage and other belongings.

The huge trailer attached to the big bus squeaked as a few people fumbled around it to open it up and eventually succeeded in doing so. I bit my lip, cringing a little when a few of the bags and suitcases tumbled out of the stuffed trailer. The bus attendants hadn’t really made an effort to actually pack it neatly and tidily when they left the airport after all the luggage of the students had been gathered. I had made sure that I had my laptop and other small belongings with me in the bus, but my other luggage were in the trailer. I found it rather amusing, the knowledge that I had an extraordinary amount of luggage for a guy. But I decided that it shouldn’t bother me, concerning the fact that I was going to live here at Sinclair’s Arts School for a few years. I needed my stuff. I tended to hoard things without noticing, unfortunately, but I sorted my things out at home – I had quite a hard time deciding which I should bring and which should stay behind. Looking at the amount of things other students had brought, I was happy I had left the unnecessary things at home.

With a soft sigh, my legs found themselves picking me up and carrying me – reluctantly, I followed my mind; I had to get my luggage and register at the dorms before… before… before I didn’t know what happened. I mentally smiled at myself as I neared the bus trailer, immediately seeing my luggage. They were the ones that fell out first. I frowned, feeling the wrinkles fold deep in my forehead.

“Sorry about your bags, sir. We’ll have them carried through to your dorm in a few moments.” One of the men standing around the trailer had said that, but I didn’t know which one; he had shut his mouth as soon as he finished speaking. Sweat dripped off their faces and it looked like their shirts clung onto their backs – I had sympathy with them, because I wouldn’t be surprised if I looked the same as they did. I certainly felt the same. Two men stepped forward and took two bags each, leaving only the one suitcase left for me to carry. Another man bent down to take it, but I shook my head and settled my hand on it, taking it myself. I grinned. The two men carrying my other bags had taken the heavy ones; this suitcase I could pull behind me.

I followed the two men into the building and they mentioned for me to register my name, age, and all the other things they needed to know. My dorm keys were soon handed to me, and I set off after the two men towards my dorm. It was refreshing to finally be inside an air-conditioned building with fresh air, and no scorching sun that loomed above in the bright sky. Here, there were ceilings, walls, and floors. Oh, and doors. I smiled and nodded a thank you at the two men when they set down my suitcases, just to hurry back down the long hall to go outside. Other students needed them, too.

With a quick twist of the key and a push at the door, I entered my room.

Any semi-lit/lit RPs you have: I haven't made any recently. I have had a few ideas, but this busy world got me down and there's simply no time to make a roleplay.

[Popcorns]

@mint.
I'm interested. Although I'm confused, are the two packs on the brink of war, in a war, or just had a war?

@&& e t e r n i t y
Just so you know, you may want to be careful with those font pictures c: Images in posts(Unless they are forums or Post starters I presume) are counted as spam now a days.

[benexo]

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[eden .]

There are actually writing threads in the "share your writing" forum. You can ask people to critique and stuff
Not saying you're wrong for asking, just HEY YOU CAN TRY THIS OUT C:

[benexo]

oh, then i shall do that, haha wasn't aware! thanks c;

[- serendipity]

pockky ;; the plot looks awesome ;3 by any chance are you a fan of stormbreaker? and i think odd would be good but it doesn't really matter because either way it will become even when the murder kills.

journey ;; thank you ^^ and feel free to use. if you want the coding as well you can use that. it's very rough but it means i can keep track.

did i miss an acceptance post or have people changed their usernames? i'm not recognising everyone here...