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Other

Deceased

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One to Two Paragraphs per post please, have fun being creative and descriptive. I will PM people if you are being too short ;)

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No swearing or anything inapropriate please, I will kick you out.

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When there are fights the player decides what hits cause damage but be realistic, its no fun otherwise. On that note no powerplaying, I will PM you if I see a problem.

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Foxs will die of old age at five (they have a surprising low life expentancy) I will Pm you when its coming to that time. Just remember when your fox dies it does keep things interesting and fresh and gives you an opportunity to start new.

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If you want your character to have babies you have to find people to play them, if you dont I will talk to you in PMs. No cross clan mates.

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If you become inactive I will PM you about it, I can be a little strict but after a week of no posting there is a chance you will get booted

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Spark trotted out of the boat confidently leaving behind the shuffles of her clanmates. Ready to start the sunrise patrols she took in a deep breath of ocean air through her wet black nose. Spark let out a small sigh, it was always such a comfort to wake up to the sun rising over the lapping waves. She would protect it all costs.

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Spark turned back to their age old shelter and let out a loud, high pitched bark. As second in command she was in charge of organizing patrols to make sure the sneaky Meadow foxes didnt get too bold. She barked a couple more times signaling for her clan Mates to come to her call.

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Nootau yipped his exciting happy whines gleefully sounding from him. Hyperly he wagged his tail sitting down in front of his second in command patiently. His broad tall body was noticeable from the rest of his clan. His bouncy energy seemed to calm down, his tail lay flat, his whines of glee gone, and his happy look gone as it shifted to a look of calm and watchfulness of the second in command

Flicking their ears, Flip stared out at the sea. The sound of waves crashing far out in the water soothed them, for it was like the water itself was saying hello. Their eyes scanned the ripples closest to shore, seeking signs of movement from small fish that might serve as breakfast... but nothing shimmered beneath the surface.

Mildly disappointed, they turned their head to look down the length of the beach, and the sight of Spark slinking out of the boat met their eyes. Hopping down from the large bit of driftwood, Flip trotted back towards the center of camp. The barking made them speed up a little, paws sending sand cascading behind them.

Frisk, ever a troublemaker, was let loose in the campsite. His mother, let him go on and play, and a few other older members were alright with it too. Although his mother nearby, was more tentative, and throughout the time period, was hoping he wouldn't run off. She was avaliable, and ready in case a situation arised, in a jumpy way. She knew he was a clan fox, and she couldn't watch him forever. He was content to play around this time. And he tumbled and fumbled on the dirt. Running for a bit, jumping and doing a short roll upon the ground within the camp.

Honey woke up to a excited rustle in their little patch of trees she called home, she breathed a sigh of pride. She looked around for the source of the noise and saw Frisk, her clans trainee. Excited for the soon to be soldier she padded over to say hello.

'Good morning you little scamp,' Honey yipped playfully, batting at his ears. She was careful not to take herself too seriously, wanting to be able to have a genuine relationship with her clanmates.

The only foxes she didn't want to have anything to do with was the selfish, fish eating excuses for foxes. What fox wanted sand in their pads all day. She blinked away the thought and turned her attention to her young friend.

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Spider groaned at Spark call. Why was she always up so early, they didn't need to be so intent on warding off the other clan, they hadn't even done anything in over a moon. Despite the opinion her layally got up and gathered with the other few foxes.

When he arrived in the soft dunes outside the boat he saw Flip.

'Hey, ready for a hard days work,' he chuckled with a smile. 'I bet youre getting close to being a full soldier. Do you think that Moth will have your ceremony soon?' he inquired.

Violet's fur shone in the sunlight. She was laying in a bed of thick green grass. She rather liked the placement of the meadow

Clan camp. The sun shone near the edge and the trees provided shade when it was hot. She yawned. Her long fangs glinted in the sun.

There wasn't exactly much to do right now, so she could listen to the birds in the trees and relax in the sun. The blissful moment wasn't going to last very long. That much she knew. There was always something that had to be done. Patrols to be sorted, Prey to be hunted.