Wolves of the

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Wolves of the

Wolves of the North RP

Plotline: There are two packs of wolves in the north, The Mountain Pack, The Forest Pack, and The River Pack. There are a few smaller scattered packs in the Valley of Bones, and a few lone wolves, but the three afore mentioned packs are the main ones. The Mountain pack is, as you may have guessed, in the mountains. The wolves live in a camp, and the individual wolves have rocky caves as their dens. The River Pack, as you may have also guessed, is located near a river, called the Wet-paw River. The wolves there dig out little hollows in the riverbank, or under tree roots. The Forest Pack, as you may guessed as well, is in and around the forest. The wolves' dens are in patches of sheltered trees, or small dugouts in the ground. The mountain wolves are a light silvery white, the River Wolves are a richer, darker, tone of gray or black, with small bits if brown sometimes (like the common gray wolf) and Forest wolves' coats vary from a light tan and white to darkest tawny, but no darker. The Forest wolves are smaller and more peaceful than the others, and the Mountain wolves and River wolves are rivals, and always have been. The valley of bones is forbidden for all wolf packs. The forest pack is also smaller, meaning they don't have as many wolves. The rival packs are larger, both in number and size. Each pack's hunting grounds go only as far as their territory, and on from that, they'll have to fight for it. But recently, a  rumor has been going around the packs that a forest wolf was caught wandering around in the Valley of Bones, and killing off lone wolves that wouldn't follow him. No wolf knows so far why the strange wolf wants wolves to follow him, or where they're following him to, but they know it isn't good. 

Spots: I have room for 19 more CBers besides myself. There will probably be room for more people after that, but they must have permission to join before making a charrie. That being said, we will start with a maximum of two Charries each. Newly joined CBers that join after the RP has started, or is full, will only be permitted to make one, unless I say otherwise. I need a pretty even amount of people in each pack, so I'm going to say the limit of people in each pack is six. Here the spots and ranks for each pack:

Alpha- leader, one per pack

Beta- Alpha's second in command, assistant, and usually mate. 

Hunters/Huntresses- third rank down, three per pack.

Patrol Wolves- fourth rank down, patrol for enemies and are the first to fight. Three per pack.

Mothers- usually the mother will have a different rank, aside from being a mother, but will be excused from her duty for the care of her pups. One per pack.

Pups- pups will not find their rank until the age of eight moons. Two-three per pack.

Omega- absolute lowest on the scale. Serves the other wolves and is looked down upon. One per pack. 

The spots above are in order of rank. There may be mates or litter mates within a pack in different ranks, without being a parent. Inter-mating between different packs may be done, although the packs strictly forbid it. Punishment awaits all who eat before a wolf ranked higher than them, or who disobey the alpha.

There are also spots for Lone Wolves, or wolves in smaller packs. The smaller packs are: Thunder Pack, Rock Pack, and Scar Pack. There are only four spots in each pack, and these packs don't usually flourish because there aren't enough wolves.

The ranks can always be changed by challenging and fighting another wolf, or being promoted/demoted by the alpha. When a new alpha arises, they usually choose a new Beta, but this isn't always the case.  

If you would like to be someone else's charries' mate/friend/sibling/mother/pup, that is perfectly fine. In fact, for this RP to work, wolves have to be connected like that. But be sure to ask them first.  

Rules:

~No more than two charries per peron, please.

~No magic or powers.

~No OP charries.

~Please post often, and take the time to make your writing very good, not just good enough.

~Anyone who comes after the deadline or CBer limit may not join without permission.

~Have Fun! 

Charrie Sheet:

~Name:

~Gender:

~Age: (In moons, please)

~Pack:

~Rank:

~Appearance: (please stick to the usual Appearence of that pack)

~Personality:

~Background:

~Other: 

My Charries:

~Name: Crescent Moon, or Crescent, or Moon, for short.

~Gender: Female

~Age: 16 Moons

~Pack: Mountain

~Rank: Lead Huntress

~Appearence: Smoky white with blue eyes.

~Personality: Obedient, fiercely loyal, a hard worker

~Background: Was born into the pack.

~Other: none.

 

~Name: Wildfire

~Gender: Male

~Age: 18 moons 

~Pack: Forest 

~Rank: Alpha

~Appearence: Tawny coat with a white streak down his muzzle and chest, and dappled with smoky grey. Grey-blue eyes.

~Personality: Strong, Free spirited, a good leader, but a bit gruff at times.

~Background: A young Alpha, Wildfire only took the rank two moons ago. The old alpha, his grandfather, respected him, and chose him to be his successor.

~Other: Wildfire hasn't chosen a Beta yet.  

Hope this grows! Enjoy!

~Leeli 

 

submitted by Leeli
(November 23, 2016 - 3:21 pm)

back to the Inkwell
Can I change my charrie's name to Inferno? If not, I understand. For this post, I'll use Inferno, but if I can't then all of my next ones with be under the original charrie name.
Inferno~
"Inferno!" my hunting partner calls to me.
"Go around the bush! We'll corner it." I dart around the bush, and a half-second later, Crescent Moon is sinking her teeth into its soft flesh.
"Good work. Take this back to the prey pile and guard it while I hunt. Three rabbits and one squirrel won't be nearly enough for the whole pack," she barks to me, as if I don't already know. We never seem to have enough food these days, with all these scoundrels dragging their sorry tails in from the Valley of Bones and stealing our prey. Maybe I’m not one to talk, considering my origins...
"On it," I reply, not wanting to go down that line of thought. I trot off with the rabbit swinging from my jaws. It takes all of my little self control to keep from eating the rabbit. I can’t risk losing the pack, though, so I refrain.
I slink a ways into the underbrush to watch for any animals that may want to steal my pack's meager pickings. If there’s one thing I’ve learned from living near the Valley of Bones for the first few moons of my life, it’s how to hide and stay stone still.
I swivel my ears from side to side, picking up and mentally documenting any trace of noise. Faintly, I hear voices. Muscles tense, I smell the air to find out the direction they are coming from, but relax when I realize they are just a Mountain Pack patrol. A few minutes later, they come into view (I can’t remember if there are any Mountain pack patrol wolves, so I’ll make names up).
“Frost Whisper. North Light,” I greet the two wolves that enter the clearing.
“Inferno,” Frost Whisper replies, tossing his head playfully. North Light simply growls in disdain, her eyes glinting with annoyance. I suppress a sigh. Not everyone seems to be able to accept wolves like… Me.
“Discovered anything new, Frost?” I ask, curiosity alighting in my chest. When I first was allowed into the pack by Brightscar and her mate, I was originally a patrol wolf, until I decided I wanted to earn my keep another way and became a huntress. Sometimes, I still enjoy helping out with patrols on occasion.
“Not much, so far. We’ve only just started the patrol. We want to check out the southern border, since there’s been a lot of activity in the Valley recently,” he replies matter of factly.
“Frost, we’ve got to get going,” North barks impatiently. I see disappointment flicker in his eyes.
“Don’t worry about, Inferno. You can go with them. I’ll take the prey back to the pack,” Crescent’s voice seems rings in the silent clearing as she enters it.
“Really? Thank you, Crescent,” I cast a grateful smile towards her. She responds with a knowing look. Huh? I think to myself, confused. I store it away to analyze later.
With a growl, North stalks out of the clearing. I follow close behind, with Frost keeping pace with me. We set a brisk pace and are not far from the border within minutes. Take a deep breath through my nose, mentally sorting through the many scents of the mountain. I pick out a distant trace of loner, but dismiss it thinking that it is old. We continue along the border, and the scent continually grows stronger.
“Do you smells that? I think there’s a loner in our territory. He’s not too far in, but…” I trail off as the scent becomes nearly overpowering, so there’s no way to miss it. Through the trees, I see the black pelt of a rather small wolf. The scent of freshly killed groundhog overtakes me, and my stomach grumbles, just as North Light growls menacingly. The wolf looks up sharply, flattening his ears to his head. His eyes are a clear, forest green, and contrast sharply with his pure black coat, making them seem to glow. A memory tickles the back of my mind and I focus on it, trying to bring it out. Eyes the brightest green. My mother’s closest friend had those eyes. Name… What was her name? Did she have pups? I can’t remember. She had a mate. Quiet. Black fur. Torn ear. The memory shatters as Frost growls softly, “Who are you?”
The wolf clearly doesn’t want to engage in combat, but he doesn’t want to give away that kind of information either. Information is a dangerous thing. I sense rather than see North Light ease closer to Memory Wolf, lethal rage rolling off her in waves.
“We will ask again and you will answer, unless you want to get your leg bitten off. Who are you?” she threatens.
Throughout this exchange, I had been hanging back behind the two wolves of my pack, quiet, but alert. Memory Wolf takes a step back, ready to run for it, but I know he could never outrun North. When she wants something, she will do whatever it takes to get it. I make up my mind before I even realize that I had entertained the idea in the first place. Meet Memory’s eyes, I desperately try to convey to him to just go with it.
“Stop. Don’t hurt him. He was my closest friend. Before,” I bark softly, standing shoulder to shoulder with the wolf with a pelt as black as coal.
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@Admins, I apologize profusely for the length, but please don't delete anything. I worked really hard on this. Thank you for reading this, though!
submitted by Kestrel
(December 8, 2016 - 8:00 pm)

Silent~

The two wolves advance slowly on me. One is a smoky grey colour and the other has long, silvery-white fur. I flatten my ears and snarl, backing away slowly. I don't want to fight them - I've never enjoyed fighting - but I will if I have to. But I already know that I can't beat two wolves, especially if they are big pack wolves and I am just a small, skinny loner. There's nowhere I can go.

The gray wolf snarls. "Who are you?" 

I hesitate. Who am I? I honestly don't know the answer. I was part of the river pack, but I was... different. The alpha called me a coward because I wouldn't kill. The hunters called me weak because I hated fighting. My brothers and sisters laughed at me because I was small. And Inferno... Inferno called me brave. That was the most unexpected of all. I missed Inferno... I hadn't seen her in so long, not since I left the pack. It was funny. She was a loner who decided to join a pack, and I was in a pack but decided to become a loner. Inferno... she looked oddly like...

The white wolf was looking at me strangely. She had gotten older, certainly, and taller. Her white fur had grown longer, and it shone in contrast with the forest around us. Around her was an aura of easy grace and power, different than when I had known her - you could tell she belonged to a pack now.

I suppose I had changed too, but in a different way. Living alone had taken a toll on me. My right ear was torn, and my head and tail were always held a little lower. My fur had become slightly ragged, and I was often tired and hungry.

The other wolf jolts me out of my thoughts. "We will ask you again, and you will answer, unless you want to get your leg bitten off. Who are you?"

My heart jolts suddenly in fear, and I glance around nervously for an escape route. I cannot tell the grey wolf who I am. 

Finally, Inferno leaps forward, confirming my suspicions. "Stop! Don't hurt him. He was my closest friend. Before."

The gray wolf narrows her eyes. "Is this true?" she snarls.

I nod quickly. I wonder if the gray wolf will recognize me as being a former member of her rival pack.

"Well then," she says, eyes narrowing even further, "you're going to have to come with me."

"No, I don't- "

"Yes?" she asks sweetly. "Don't you want to come see our camp? I'm sure the alpha would love to see you"

"I-" the gray wolves eyes glint dangerously. I lower my eyes. "Fine." 

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(December 9, 2016 - 8:51 pm)
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(December 11, 2016 - 2:17 pm)
Inferno~
As we walk back to the camp, wave after wave of memories washes over me. And for the first time since... Since things changed, I let them come. There is a strange release in finally allowing these thoughts that I've fought and pushed back against for so long to run through my head. I realize, with perfect clarity that my words were not half true. They were entirely and wholeheartedly true. Silent walks carefully, almost as if he expects something to jump out at him with every step. His posture hasn't changed much. He still looks beaten down from moons of cruelty and something else... As if the world rests on his shoulders.
"Why do they do this to him? Why must they beat him down, just for having a good heart?" I whimper to my mother, after another of my adventures with Silent.
"Oh, Inferno. The world is a cruel place, where kindness is considered a weakness, and building up walls of hostile armour is the only way we know how to survive," she whispers in reply, eyes misting over with a memory.
A Few Moons Later… 
I am jerked awake to find the warmth of my parents gone. The scent of smoke and fear is thick in the air. And another scent, one I don’t recognize, yet at the same time do. It’s too dark to see anything, but I feel my parent’s bodies on either side of me. Wet. Foolishly, I pass it off as rain, though there is none. Suddenly, Silent’s mother appears in front of me, her son not far behind.
“Inferno! Inferno, are you alright? Your parents--” she stops, choking on her words, as she sees their bodies.
“What’s wrong?” I whine. Not understanding the grief in her eyes, my pup’s mind refusing to register the irreversible fact.
“Come, my little wildfire,” Silent’s mother says briskly, “Follow me, quickly. We must escape the flames.”
Silent and I meet each other’s eyes, and my fear is reflected in his face. I suddenly aware of the heat of the flames, burning ever closer. Silent’s mother turns and runs, Silent and I keeping pace behind her. I shut my eyes momentarily to block out a billow of ashy smoke, and when I open them, Silent’s mother is gone. Whipping my head from side to side, I search for her desperately, while the wildfire rages ever brighter.
“There!” Silent barks, just as I catch sight of her. We pound onwards, headed for the river. When we reach it, Silent’s mother turns and looks at us.
“Inferno. You have a flame within you, and it burns bright and strong. The days ahead are going to be dark and difficult. Know that. Accept it. But whatever you do, do not let that flame go out,” she barks urgently to me. I nod, not knowing what else to do. Not knowing that this may be the last comforting voice I hear for moons.
She turns to Silent, licking his ear. My thoughts completely drown out her words, but his eyes glisten.
“Now go! Stay by the river, swim if you must. Do not let the wildfire catch you. I need to go back and look for others,” she barks, desperation creeping into her voice.
With a final shove in the right direction, she takes off back towards the flames.
I am pulled out of the memory as we arrive back at camp. I give Silent a nod, encouraging, yet warning at the same time. The alpha may have a good heart when it comes to some things, she may not take kindly to trespassers hunting on her territory. I watch as she emerges from her den, and as final proof that I am still Inferno, still that pup from all those moons ago, I perform a small, almost unnoticeable gesture from our puphood.
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(December 13, 2016 - 10:36 am)
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(December 13, 2016 - 1:12 pm)
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(December 13, 2016 - 6:44 pm)

Yes, it's fine of you change Rowan's name to Inferno. 

~Crescent Moon~

I take the rabbit gently in my jaws and trot off at a brisk pace. I know sometime that Inferno needs some time patrolling. Like a taste of her old life just before coming back to her new one. She's always been an excellent huntress, but a part of her seems to be more of a Patrol Wolf still, at times. I hurl the prey down into the fresh kill pile, then begin dragging it back to camp. Thoughts drift through my mind of my mother and father. And someone else... But I push them away. My mother and father lived good lives, and there was no need to dwell on the past. But a nagging memory scratched and pawed at my brain. One name. Bokcha.

I shoved the memory aside. I didn't need anything getting to me right now. As I entered the camp, I noticed Alpha emerging from her den, and with a bit of surprise, I also noticed a strange black wolf beside the patrol, and let a small growl escape my muzzle.  

submitted by Leeli
(December 14, 2016 - 8:26 am)
submitted by Top! Post!
(December 15, 2016 - 9:37 am)

Come on! Don't let it die. After  I figure all the other stories running around in my head worked out. I'll get around to writing in here, do not worry! 

submitted by Riverfrost
(December 27, 2016 - 9:43 am)
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