Username: Seasonal <3
Favorite type of RP: Warriors and wolves (you can stick a soup can label on me, yup yup.)
Any semi-lit/lit RPs you have: None
Sample of writing: This probably isn't my best, but certainly my longest, weighing in at 310 words.
A small figure lingered on the border of a barren, ash-covered clearing and a forest of burnt trees and soot. She stepped away from the safe clearing and moved on toward the charred tree roots - the remains of a forest that was once called "home" to her. Her distinctive gait was purely visible; her fur bounced up and down with each step and her hindquarters were shifted slightly to the left, but one could not tell unless they were looking for an imperfection to be found. She had been traveling for days; her fur was covered in a fine layer of gray soot that gave a charred appearance to each fine hair, and her once-brown paws had grown black from her journey over the burnt ground.
Though she was a lithe and agile she-wolf indeed, she had been severely weakened by her journey. Her ribs were on the borderline of showing through her pelt, and her paws ached with each step. Her stomach roared and yowled with hunger as she took each step forward, attempting to hold her back. She ignored it as best she could, but she'd gone three days without eating and the twisting pain seized to fade away.
She had a choice. She could lay down and surrender to her sore paws and flaring pains, wither away to nothing, and become what is of the land itself. Or, she could continue onwards until she found something, someone, somewhere... she knew that it would be hard, nearly impossible, but she would not give in to her pains and be defeated. She would find food, shelter, and a home; she would find another wolf with the same intentions; she would be free. Though her eyes didn't show it, Seasonal's heartfelt determination glowed beneath her pelt and gave her the will to continue onward. Step by step, she padded...