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[Kato]

Briar ran throught the Web Forest. Her slim body criss-crossing between trees. She loved to run. She ran all the time. It made her feel like nothing could hold her back. Running was the thing that the little pup did best, and she would never stop if she could help it.

Briar skidded to a hault. A rabbit was hoping in the path infront of her. It was the perfect time to practice what Thorn, her mentor, had been teaching her about hunting. She crouched down low, the hairs on her somah brushing the ground. Briar inched forward, taking baby steps. She was down wind, perfect. Briar jumped up, several feet for the rabbit. It jumped away. Briar bolted after it. She landed on it, a cloud of dust behind her. She bit down on it's neck.

Proud of herself, she grasped the rabbit between her jaws. Her head held high as she dragged it towards the nesting hollow. Briar wasn't hungry, instead she would give it to someone in the Nursery. It woas no trouble at all, she had only needed practice. Briar didn't notice a puddle infront of her. She walked into it, and immedietly tripped on some slippery mud. She flipped over onto her back, the rabbit flew into the air and landed a few paces behind her. She jumped to her feet and shook her pelt furiously. Water sprayed in ever direction.

"Brilliant." she told herself. Her pelt was muddy and damp, but Briar didn't mind. It was actually cooling her off on the hot day. She walked back to the rabbit and picked it up by the scruff. She headed towards the Nursery, praying no one had seen her stupiddity.

[fell]

Luke wandered on down around the forest, dark nose pressed downward to the earth as he walked. His long whip-like tail swayed behind him, left to right, right to left. The earth was damp, and the air smelt like rain. It had been raining, and Luke didn’t enjoy the rain anymore. Well, he use to like the rain, until his human was killed and he was forced to live out on the streets. He had yet to figure out what the hell he was doing. Somehow he was getting by, though. Just on scraps.

It showed too, his small frame was skinny, his rib cage slightly poking through against his spotted fur. He wasn’t in bad shape, not yet at least. It would definitely get bad though, if he didn’t figure out a means to survival and soon. Sure, he was a hunting dog, but with a million strays running around, it was hard to keep any meal to himself. There was a countless times when a stray rushed up and stole his freshly killed rabbit, or squirrel. There wasn’t much he could do seeing as he was still a puppy.

As the male wandered, his light brown eyes glanced around the forest. Movement up ahead caught his attention, causing his curiosity to kick in. Slowly, his pace quickened, coming up from behind the female pup, right as she slipped in some mud and fell on her back. Luke quietly watched as she scrambled to her feet, and proceeded to pick up the rabbit she had killed. ”Very.” He replied, rushing over to the females side, his tail wagging slowly.

[Kato]

Briar watched the male rush over to her. He looked half-starved to death. She droped the rabbit she had just killed and watch it roll towards him. He had said something, but Briar didn't hear him. She was to bust inspecting him. He was definetly hungry, no doubt about that. He also looked alone. She used her left fore-paw to nudge the rabbit close to him.

"You can have it. You look starved." Briar told him. "I'm not hungry, I was just practicing." She planted her rump on the ground. She panted softle, still looking at him. He had an interesting cat. It was like a black-and-white rainbow through her eyes. Why hadn't she seen this pup around before? He must be around her age. They could be friends. She also wondered who his mentor was. Maybe she knew them.

"So, who's your mentor?" she asked him. She thought about Thorn for a moment. Where could he be? They hadn't selected a training session in a while. Had he forgotten her? She hoped not. That would be terrible. She didn't really have anybogy else.

[fell]

Luke tilted his head, watching as the other pup dropped the dead rabbit, rolling it towards him. A look of confusion fell onto his face as he looked between the rabbit and the female. Was she really going to give him her kill? His light amber eyes watched as he quietly listened to her words. His rump dropped to the ground as he sat, long thin tail curling around his legs. ”Are you sure?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. He didn’t want to take something that wasn’t his unless he was absolutely positive she didn’t want it.

Sliding down on his forepaws, the male lowered himself down onto his belly. Reaching out with a forepaw, he placed it on top of the rabbit, and then dragged it closer. ”Thank you.” He spoke softly, lips curling into a sort of smile as he thanks the female. Suddenly, she asked a question, which caught him completely off guard. ”Mentor? He repeated, giving her yet another confused look. What did she mean by mentor? Like, someone that he followed and learned from? Luke didn’t have one, if that’s what she was asking.

”I’m with no one.” He spoke softly, looking down at the rabbit before biting into it, tearing at the flesh hungrily.

[Kato]

She saw him question her offer for the rabbit, but she wasn't hungry, and could always catch another one. Briar nodded when he said are you sure. She slid to a laying position, tounge rolling out between her canines. Briar wasn't tired, she was rarley tired, but the heat was indeed getting to her. She had a thick, wolf-like pelt on her back, which made the already hot weather hotter.

But she was truely surprised when he said he wasn't in the pack. I mean, what was he thinking? He was just a pup, like herself. He was pretty skinny, he must not know how to hunt well. Briar felt truely bad for him. She decided she would explain the whole pack thing to him, and tell him it was his best option for survival.

"So, your not in the pack?" she asked him. "Why not? I mean, it's really great. Darthyn's a good leader, or so the grown-ups say. And my mentor, Thorn, teaches me how to survive. You should really join." Briar assured Luke. She watched him begin to gobble down the rabbit, and was very proud of herself. Thorn had always told her help those in need. She decided she was doing just that.

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[fell]

Luke paused, looking up at the other pup as she spoke. His jaws parted, tongue running over his now bloody chops as he listened. She spoke of a pack, and indeed, he had heard of it before. A lot of the strays mentioned it, so did the pets. Though, the pets seemed to be scared of all the strays. This pup had to be in that pack though, with the way she spoke of it. She had a mentor, too, someone to teach her how to survive. It was a smart thing to have, but would anyone even taken him under their wing if he joined?

”No, I’m not. I’m not sure if I want to be, either.” If he joined the pack, then he’d be just like all the other strays. The pets would be scared of him, too. Though, he hadn’t talked to anyone In a while anyways. ”Maybe I’ll join, though. I’ll think about it.” He finished, nodding his head at her. Then he returned his attention to the rabbit, eating the rest of what little meat there was. Even though it was hardly a meal, it was better than nothing. Luke was grateful for it.

”My names Luke, by the way.” He told her, looking back at Briar.

[solisticeofwinter]

Believe..

Small sable/fawn tresses snagged eerily on the branches of the thorn-thicket as the young pup padded along the worn path, clouting the soil with her paws. Dust clouds were kicked up and the branches tugged at the silken fur they snagged. A profane word was muttered from the maw of a small dog, who didn't appreciate her fur being pulled. She couldn't imagine what it would be like when she got her fuller adult coat. Her mother told her a Shetland Sheepdog's coat was a marvelous trademark and was to be admired and groomed often. The pup didn't think so. She would rather have a soft, short puppy coat forever. She gripped the thorn branch with her teeth, pulling gingerly until the hair fell away softly back to the tender skin. Gypsy sighed with relief that her mouth didn't get cut. It was always painful. She shook her head with resigned thought, her small semi-prick ears twirling around, listing for any sound.



Gypsy gazed out into the Forest. She could hear voices that echoed soft murmurs across the copse she stood in. She growled in caution, the rumble itching her throat as it emerged from her vocals, and crept softly through the moss. Spongy texture made her snort in discomfort and she kept her almond eyes on the noise location. Her black-button nose twitched as two scents pricked up her nostrils, reeking of dogs, pups like herself. More scent, of rabbit, flodded her senses, her mouth gaping slighty as a rope of drool oozed to the forest floor. She sniffed hopefully, maybe they would help her hunt. She didn't know how and wanted to learn. She wanted to be a real wild dog. A real stray. But people still called her a soft house-pet who needed to run back to her home. But she didn't have a home anymore. They couldn't understand she had had a marvelous farmland home, but her owners were gone. No sight or scent for months, but Gypsy always came back to check on the night of the Half-moon, hoping they would be there to welcome them into her home...



Gypsy pushed her small bodice through the tall stalks of vegitation, her fur getting roughed and tugged as she weaved through thorny branches and heavy weeds. Seeds of plants littered her brownish/sable coat, her might markings darkened by dirt. Burrs tangled under her armpits, clumping and irrataing the skin beneath. She would chew them out later when she was out of this thicket. She peeked out of the grasses and saw the two pups. She wagged her tail softly, and gazed. A bluish hound and some other pup. She kept quiet.

[Kato]

She watched him closley, curiousity flaming in her eyes. She wanted to know more about this stranger. Or aquantence. Briar really didn't know what to consider him to be. She decided he could be trusted. He seemed okay too, not evil like some dogs she knew. The sun beat down on them, her thick pelt bugging her more than ever. She was glad to be laying on the damp ground, it was better than hot pavement.

Briar flipped over and laid on her back, so her back could excperiance the cool ground. Luke had said he wasn't sure if he wanted to join, but was deciding. That surprised Briar. Who wouldn't want to be in the pack? It was nice, safe, and secure. But it was his decicion, and she wouldn't try to influence him to join.

"Okay. So your name's Luke? My name's Briar, Trainee to Thorn in the Stray Pack." she announced, just as she had seen the adults do countless times. She closed her eyes, so she wasn't staring directly into the sun. But a scent reached her nose. The scent of another, an unfamiliar scent. She rolled over quickley and jumped to her paws. Her teeth bared, the corners of her mouth raised, showing a row of white baby teeth. A high-pitched growl erupted from her throught. Her eyes darted around, looking for the source of the scent.

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