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Post by Frostleaf on Jan 17, 2011 11:44:31 GMT -5
Put ur profiles here
Name: Age: Gender: Appearance: Rank you want: rpg example (five sentences at least):
Did i miss anything
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Post by agliestar on Jan 30, 2011 19:28:19 GMT -5
Wesuechu is my name, I am 28 moons old< my lifes ambiton is to be alpha, and my best friend is a toad named Lenny:O.
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woolferstar
Kit
knock knock, whos their, who, who who, NOT YOU!!!
Posts: 43
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Post by woolferstar on Jan 31, 2011 21:35:33 GMT -5
Name: swiftwind Age: 500,000 moons old (fallen wolf) Gender: female Appearance:transparent, old battle scars, on white tooth rest are yellow, and one ember eye, other got stuck down a moutainslide. Pitch black. Rank you want:fallen alpha rpg example (five sentences at least): (death scence by the way) I woke up in my den, feeling starvation nip at my ribs. I sighed, life was tough in the middle of no where. Her ears instantly turned her head to the sound of a snowshoe hare. It was below a ditch. She let her weight fall back into a silent stalk. as she jumped, the land shriveled below her, and she fell off of the ditch, plunging to her doom.
sorry about last time.
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Post by Frostleaf on Jan 31, 2011 22:43:23 GMT -5
better and accepted
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woolferstar
Kit
knock knock, whos their, who, who who, NOT YOU!!!
Posts: 43
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Post by woolferstar on Feb 1, 2011 8:51:00 GMT -5
Thanks frostleaf!!!
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Post by Frostleaf on Feb 1, 2011 11:43:51 GMT -5
no problem.
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Post by cookstar on Aug 29, 2011 20:56:56 GMT -5
I'm still not sure I want to make a profile. When I first made this account my brother (Admin) said I should...
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Post by Silvertail on Sept 11, 2011 5:16:41 GMT -5
Name: Echo Age: 25 moons old Gender: Female Appearance: Light gray wolf, Quite pretty Rank you want: I don't know much about wolves, so somewhere near the top, please. (not alpha) Rpg example: Echo woke, trembling. The weather was harsh and cold; her ears were flattened against the wind. Prey was scarce, too. She stared at some scrawny hares that made up all the prey in the pack. She remembered the time when the pack hunted antelopes and there was all for every wolf, even for one in the lowest rank.
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ajacks
Warrior
When life gives you skittles, throw them at people and shout "TASTE THE RAINBOW ALREADY!!!!!!!!"
Posts: 369
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Post by ajacks on Sept 24, 2011 9:39:35 GMT -5
Name: Moss Age: 6 moons (or howerver long it takes to be a pup allowed out a bit) Gender:female Appearance:Dark brown with paler paws, muzzle and tail. Rank you want: pup to start and then deputy or something like that rpg example (five sentences at least): Moss yawned and stretched out her pale paws. She sniffed the air and wished she was old enough to hunt but in the meantime... GRRRRR. Moss leaps on her mothers tail and begins to try and eat it, she gets a mouthful of fur and sneezes. Her mother picks her back up and puts her in the den again.
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Koa
Skilled Apprentice
Koa
Posts: 189
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Post by Koa on Dec 10, 2011 19:54:57 GMT -5
Name: Koa Age: 2 years of age Gender: Female Appearance: A light, soft, hazel complete with a slightly visible chestnut ring around the iris is visible in her eyes. Her pelt is aged white adorned with chestnut ticking in some areas; notably around her neck and mouth, but these are just flecks and nothing more. She possesses brown creme markings finalized with a vivid tinge of henna. The personality of this canid is primarily serious - a well-spoken individual with great rhetorical skills when she is required to use them. She can become charismatic if she wants to sway the odds in her favor. Towards strangers, she is guarded and void of any affability. Stern-faced and brutally serious, she can be kind, but to receive her actions of kindness, one must earn the privelage to do so. Over time, one can expect to earn such respect. Rank you want: Realistically, wolves do not have "ranks," therefore I do not want one. rpg example: A white hued substance lay atop her lithe muzzle; fine grains melting within the waves of heat radiating from her body. In deep sleep she was unaware of today's gift - a mere resting animal, void of such alertness. She lay dumbly-- her legs swept underneath her as her temperature kept the element at bay, allowing a mud-ridden clearing to form around her.
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