Harmony sighed and looked around, bored. Her honey-colored fur shone softly in the bright sunlight. She sneezed and lied down, blowing a tuft of fur out of her eyes.

Flint looked around, his keen eyes searching for a movement, a rustle, anything to signify nearby prey. A twig cracked behind him, and he whirled around. A snowy white rabbit was nibbling on some grass, its beautiful fur radiating with healthiness. He crouched low, his midnight-black fur brushing against the forest floor. He took a step forward, carefully, not making a sound. Suddenly, he lunged. The rabbit tried to escape, but his teeth found its neck before its leg found the willpower to move.

yesh evry1 is acceptetd

Peace storms into camp. "Everoyone get ready. We are in for a fight!" She called the pack around the center of camp to discuss.

"YAY!!! Come on Xavier let's go explore the place!!!" Charity screams!

"OK but one question."

"What?"

"Will you stop screeching?"

"Yea...Sorry!" Charity blushes and runs around chasing her tail.

"Oh and thanks." Xavier says and chases after her.

Peace stops infront of the pups. "This is no time to fool." She glared down at them. "Go find your mother and controll yourselves"

"Everyone get ready. We are in for a fight!"

Those were the first words that reached Flint's ears as he walked back to the pack with the rabbit in his mouth. Flint was instantly put in a bad mood, which is pretty rare for Flint. But he despises fighting so much, he couldn't stand it. His ears flicked back and his eyes narrowed. He spit out the rabbit into the pile of prey, clenching his jaws.

"Hey Flint, are you alright?" he heard Harmony ask. He closed his eyes. Deep breath, Flint, he tells himself. He opened his eyes and smiled at Harmony. "Just fine, Harmony."

Harmony wasn't particularly excited about the fight, either. Fighting meant injured wolves, and injured wolves meant medicine, and medicine meant medicine wolf, and medicine wolf meant Harmony, which meant work. She sighed. At least I won't be bored anymore, her optimistic side told her.

We both screech and run around messing upall the dens, because we are so scared.

"AHHHHHHH! Please no! I don't want to fight!!!!!" Charity screams.

Peace told the wolves that the pack would be here by the next full moon.

I gtg, spice in charge!

We start to calm down after we notice people are watching. We giggle and hug for calmation.

{Okay, ttyl!}

 Harmony watched the two pups, giggling slightly as they freaked out, getting many annoyed looks from other pack members. She knew she was just as immature as them, but it was nice to make fun of others for their immaturity. 

Flint chuckled quietly at them as well. He pushed the thought of the fight to the back of his mind. 

Flint smiles at the pup, though is very bewildered and doesn't know how to handle it. Harmony laughs at him. 

"Hey!" Harmony laughs at the pup, pawing Charity playfully. 

She grabs her tail and swings around.

"Charity you're so immature!Hahaha!" Xavier joins in the fun.

Angel had been put out of the den. She looked shyly as the other pups played. She wondered where Peace, her mom, was.

((Yay, I can finally post))

Maerd: 

Titanius, can you hear me? I bay at the luminescent orb that is your body. You parade the night, yet sleep the day. Is this right for me Titanius? Am I truly meant to be?

My feet pad softly against the ice-cold ground, which is frozen solid, yet the top feels moist, like a stale brownie. Soft on the outside but cold and hard on the inside. I sigh heavily, feeling my breath come out in great puffs of white smoke. I approach a clearing, and I can scent wolves. Young wolves, old wolves, even wolves that hope to win something. Most likely the ti
tle of Alpha. I can small an Alpha Female scent. It smells, tantalizing, yet strong. I shake my pelt vigorously, removing small clutches of snow and ice that have buried themselves thickly in my warm fur. Then I begin to jog, keeping pace, I don't want to over-do myself after all. I break through the protective cover of the tree's, and slice through the thin la
yer of frost as I make my entrance into the Meadow. The pack, looks disheveled and in dissaray. They need not fear. Their future king is here.

((Interesting post for Maerd, but I think it just about works.))

Sovia: 

I feel nervous, and if I could sweat, there would be no doubt that I would now. I'm not ususal nervous, and that confuses me all the more. Well, maybe sometimes I am, but not this badly. My knees are knicking, and I can hear my teeth chattering, although that could easily be the cold and biting wind that brings frostbite and shivers to tha land as it blows through. My pelt rustles slighty, and I take a step forward, but them two back. I'm unsure of myself. No, I think, I'll wait. I'll see what becomes of things. 

((Sovia's having a minor spaz, but oh well.))

haha good job guys

Peace adresses her pack and tells them of the wolves coming on the full moon. "We must be ready! The full moon is in 12 days!"

Harmony looked up at Maerd as he strode in fearlessly, if not somewhat proudly. She briefly wondered if he was from the invading pack that Peacy was talking about, though the thought was quickly put aside as her logical side said, Silly Harmony! You think he would come alone? She giggled at her own foolishness. Now, she looked at him with new curiosity, her head tilting slightly. Her hazel gaze turns to Sovia, scared and shaking. She feels sort of bad for the wolf, but as much as she wished to help her, she knows she cannot. She looks towards Peacy expectantly, waiting for her to greet them as friends or foe.

 Flint watches the grand entrance of the proud wolf from afar. He shakes his head and sighs. Another candidate for Peacy? he wonders are he surveys the wolf. He rolls his eyes and turns to survey Sovia with sympathetic eyes. He briefly wonders if the shaking wolf and the proud one are related. They certainly don't look it.