Spring/Summer Camp:

The camp is located on the bottom of the mountain with boulders making their own dens for all of the druids. It is rocky and fully of life in the morning and at night when all or most of the wolves are home. As each wolf has their own den or share a den with a friend or friends. (Up to you)

Though each den can hold up to 6 wolves as the boulders create large enough space and protection from the outside world.Wolves can decorate their den with bones,furs, flowers, moss,or vines. (Up to you and your imagination). The alpha’s den and beta den are located on the side of the mountain a little higher up from the ground and from the rest of the pack. Their dens are considered caves with a tunnel connecting them for purposes of emergencies. Their dens are larger for their families and protection for the pack if necessary.

Outside of the Spring/Summer camp:

Due west of the camp around 2.5 miles is the ocean with a large tree line separating them of forest around a mile thick. The place where ceremonies are held and often the hangout spot and training grounds for the pack. The sand is soft and white for the wolves.. Imagine the sunsetting and water turning purple and orange from the reflection of the ocean. There is boulders from the mountain that have been sitting in the sand eroding causing shade for the wolves if needed.

Due North of the Wolf is the mountain range. The wolves hardly go up the mountain unless if the ocean brings the Great Wave. The mountains are large and usually covered with snow year around.

Due South of the pack is their way of travel in the valley of death. Most predators and prey take their leave as well when winter comes. Though the Valley of Death comes from the boulders that fall from above.

Due East: The Meadows and full of green. The might elk herds that thrive and start to raise their young. The meadows are brown and green full of vegetation for the elk and any other prey.

Weather:

In the Spring it is around 60-70

In the Summer it is around 80-90

Natural Disasters:

Hurricanes, Tornadoes, Wildfires, sometime Tsunamis

Predators:

Bears,Sharks, Coyotes,Hawks

Preys:

Elk,turkey,bison, small critters, fishies, seals, and crabs

Rankings:

Alpha:

Alari | Female | played by Nirvana_sky on page 1

Beta:

Sikúnguak | Male | played by Spellbound on page 1

^Sikúnguak's apprentice: Régnar played by Tene

Beorn:

- Rune | Male | played by Moon_shadow on page 1

Shaman:

Xiomar | Male | played by Sophesticate on page 2

^Xiomar's Apprentice: Yèmiào played by Spell

Akashis (2):

-Fenrys | Male | played by Boeing on page 2

Shakiras (Unlimited):

- Valdís | Female | played by Spellbound on page 2

^ Valdís's apprentice: Yule played by Ludicrous

-Nikolai | Male | played by Boeing on page 2

Sedona | Female | played by Mother on page 2

Loni | Female | played by Nirvana_sky on page 3

^Loni's future apprentice: Vern played by Tene

Koala | Male | played by Ludicrous Hills on page 4

Lilith | Female | played by Mother on page 5

^Lilith's apprentice: Wisteria played by Bewitched

Alvi`da | Female | played by Ludicrous Hills on page 5

reserved for Rain_reign

reserved for Rain_reign

Reserved for Swiftfireclan

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NPC

Eudora | Female | Mother of Loni and Rune

Apprentices max of 4 (Full)

- Régnar | Male | played by Tenebris Umbra on page 3

- Yèmiào | Female | played by Spellbound on page 4

- Wisteria | Female | played by The Betwitched on page 1

Yule | Female | played by Ludicrous Hills on page 4

Pups(Locked)

Omega Max of 2

- Malakai | Male | played by Nirvana_sky on page 1

- reserved for Akitatheaki

Prisoner Max of 2

- Aradia | Female | played by Sophesticate on page 2

- Maddox |Male | played by Ludicrous Hills on page 3

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Loners Max of 2:

Acheron | Male | played by The Bewitched on page 3

Laverna | Male | played by Tenebris Umbra on page 5

For our starter posts:

The morning of the ceremony for the Alpha and Beta. The day of the first druid female of the alpha bloodline to officially take her place of the pack. ANy drama or bloodshed of this day will be treasonous and stupid. As it will disgrace the bloodline and the ancestors of the Druids.

The morning will be crisp of 60 degrees in beginning with the wind blowing from the West. The smell of the ocean is strong and refreshing to the wolves.

The day will heat up to the high of 78 degrees where the sun will meet it's highest point.

The morning will be busy and most wolves will be out of camp hunting for the ceremony or decorating the beach for their new authority to take their place.

The night will come later with stars filling the sky and a crescent moon. Look close enough you may see a shooting star.

Alari | Alpha | Female | M: Open

Alari watched the back of the new den with anxiety and a new form of fear for her new future ahead of her. She was uncomfortable with her new home to wind down and relax from the day before that. Her parent’s old den was empty, but filled with her memories that made her choked up just thinking of the joyous memories. Their death was so new to her, but she has not had the time to fully process it. The sun will be up in any minute and she has not slept a wink due to the ceremony that would be held for her and Sikúnguak to be the official alpha and beta. It may be exciting for the male to be appointed to the position, but she knew he was the wolf right to be at her side. Though she was weary of her own and paranoid as a female taking charge of The Druids. No female has ever taken the position to be the alpha of the Druids due to the patriarchal ways of her pack. A way that would break history and shatter the well-built customs that have come before her. She may have received the alpha training under the nose of the rest of the pack’s nose, but it did not matter to them. She cursed her way of life and most importantly her gender that would never have gotten into this mess. Everything would be new and lurking through this uncharted way of becoming the next druid alpha.

The sun was beginning to rise from the east and the sun’s glow was peeking through her den’s entrance. Her ears pinned to her small head in a way of her nerves and guilt that was gnawing inside her core. She could not believe that it would be today and soon the wolves would be buzzing around the camp. The beach would be decorated just for her and her best friend to take their place to run the Druids. Though Alari knew it would not last long, because she was not stupid. Alari knew wolves were pitted against her and could see it in their eyes and tone of voice that it reflected her new position. Alari was better at masking her emotions than the rest of her pack, but it did not mean it pricked her heart knowing that she caused this revolt. It wasn’t like her to cast her fury on the wolves that do not understand. The wolves could say or think negatively about her and about her position leading this pack as a female, but it will not strike her down. She has a nastier complexion of herself that she has to battle that hurts her more than what wolves that do not understand her or why she was chosen..

She didn't even know why she was chosen. Was it her empathy? Was it her kindness? Was it her reserved nature? The ancestors chose her for a reason.. Everything happens for a reason, but why her? She thought to herself with guilt and curiosity mixing in her head.

Her fur was starting to shed the winter pelt that it would start to show her unknown scars that many think is almost how she was born. Though it was something darker and how she was able to get on top. As females were shown that males were stronger. She had to battle her own father that was worthy to reign. Her face already shedded out that showed the eerie four scratches on her right part of her face. She sighed with a deep reminder of why they were placed there, but it would not be what others would think. She wanted them covered for the ceremony to hide the ghosts that were gonna be a part of the ceremony.

She reminded herself, To ask Sik to cover them for her, she did not want to touch them.

She did not need any more reminders than she needed to be today. Her eyes drifted to the entrance to close her eyes, picturing her parents and she could see her mother that was almost a direct image of her, but she had her father’s eyes. A light amber that was enchanting, but could turn cold within a second. She knew that most likely she would speak to her father in the night as her ancestors would speak to her. She will be warned or blessed or be shown the prophecy that gets passed down to the alpha of the druids. That must be kept a secret for her to decipher on her own. As alpha’s could not decipher it before but each new alpha will make it their life mission to understand it.

The peaceful morning will be interrupted in a second. Though her peace and lonesome will have to choose a wolf to help her prepare. Though she would rather be alone to gather her thoughts and think well to think. It was funny to Alari as she was always surrounded by a wolf, but she was more alone by others' company than by herself. She laid in her den awaiting for the series of events to unfold.

Her worries were soon swept away with the breeze of the smell of the salt of the ocean. It made her relish of the true beauty of this site that they reside in. Alari loved the ocean and it's peaceful environment. The sound of seaqualls and watching large fish that jump out of the water. The seashells that she use to collect and hide for other's to find. It was a place for harmony and not just because of the ceremony. Her place that she would escape to her thoughts or just not think for a moment of time. She arose to her paws and decided it was best to do that now.

She took her trip down her path exited out of the camp very discreetly. Into the woods and she took off towards the sounds of the seaqualls calling for her. It was almost like she was actually wanted. A place that nothing can judge her.

Alari emerged through the treeline taking in the sweet scents that welcomed her. Her light amber eyes looked out to the ocean. She listened to the waves roar and lap against the ocean. The sounds of seal calling each other to escape from the sight of her. She would not hunt them. She was here for her mind to be silent for a time. A place she wish she could freeze in time. A time that would never cause her to fear or be angry. A place that she loves cause she could never love someone. She loved this somewhere.

Alari strided to water and walked the shore allowing her paws to be hit with the tiny waves of the tide that was drawing away from the shore. Her place before the chaos of the Druids could take over her mind. Her last day of a shakira and her first day as Alpha Alari. A day that she did not accept or welcome. The day that would show every wolf's true colors.

(Old post, but edited)

Régnar stood upon the sand, his eyes fixed on the bustling activity within the camp. The morning of the ceremony for the Alpha and Beta was finally here. It was a significant day, not just for the pack but for the entire bloodline of the Druids. Today, Alari, the first druid female of the alpha bloodline, would officially take her place in the pack. The decision was different, that much was certain. It displeased many, but not Régnar. He couldn't be more thrilled for her.

The crisp morning air, a refreshing temperature, carried the scent of the ocean on the westward wind. It was invigorating, a reminder of the natural world that surrounded them and the history they were about to honor. Régnar took a deep breath, letting the salty tang fill his lungs, sharpening his senses.

He glanced at the beach where most of the wolves were busy. Some were out hunting, ensuring that the feast for the ceremony would be plentiful. Others were decorating the beach, setting up for the formalities and celebrations that would mark the new authority of their leaders. The sun was rising, promising a warm day. The sky was clear, and Régnar knew the heat would bring a golden glow to the festivities.

As the Beta apprentice, Régnar had a unique perspective on the day's events. He felt a mixture of pride and responsibility. He knew that Alari's leadership would usher in a new era for the Druids; he believed that it would strengthen their bloodline. He admired her strength and wisdom, qualities that were essential for the position she was about to assume. Régnar believed deeply in her destiny to lead. How could he not? She had been there for him since he was a pup, a close friend to his mother, Valdís. Alari was more than just the alpha to him. She was family, and he would stand by her no matter the consequences. And Sikúnguak? He was perfect for the beta role. Truly, there was no better individual to fill it.

His plan for the day was to move among the wolves, offering help where needed, ensuring that everything went well for the ceremony. It must go perfectly. Alari and Sikúnguak, his mentor, deserved it. Tonight would be a night to remember, a night of celebration and unity. He would make sure of it! So confident he was, that he paraded around with his chest puffed out, eyes narrow as if on duty.

It had to go well. Especially since.. Well.. What he knew..

The guilt suddenly weighed heavily on Régnar, and the fear of what might happen if the truth came out gnawed at his conscience, clawing at his insides like a relentless beast. Every time he thought of Alari, a pang of sorrow and dread gripped his heart. How could he face her, knowing the terrible secret he carried?

How could he look into her eyes without feeling like a traitor?

He glanced around him, shaking his head slightly to clear the dark thoughts. Nearly stumbling, Régnar knew he had to maintain his composure, at least for today. He couldn't afford to let his turmoil show, especially not now. Alari deserved a perfect ceremony, free of any shadows. As did Sikúnguak.

Glancing at Wisteria, he cleared his throat, plastering a cheerful expression on his face. He met her gaze with as much lightheartedness as he could muster. "Clumsy paws," he chirped, offering her an expressive grin, hoping it masked the turmoil within. The two had been up early, hoping to get to the beach and begin decorating. They had a lot to do, and Régnar was determined to throw himself into the work, hoping it would distract him from the guilt gnawing at his soul.

At the current moment, Régnar carried a pile of kelp upon his back, its weight a small but welcome burden, grounding him. The kelp was to be draped around the ceremonial area, adding a touch of nature’s beauty to the proceedings. He moved with purpose, his strides confident, though inside he felt anything but. His mind was a whirlpool of fear, guilt, and anticipation.

"Next, we need to gather seashells and coral. What do you think?" He said, his eyes scanning the shoreline for suitable decorations. He needed to keep talking, keep moving. The steady rhythm of work was his only solace.

Suddenly, something gleamed in his peripheral vision, catching the sunlight and casting a shimmer on the sand. He turned his head, curiosity piqued. His sharp eyes recognized the object immediately—an abalone shell, its iridescent surface reflecting a rainbow of colors. For a moment, all his worries seemed to fade, replaced by a childlike excitement.

Practically diving, Régnar buried his nose in the sand, tossing it around with an enthusiasm that belied his inner turmoil. He dug carefully, his teeth wrapping delicately around the abalone shell. It was a perfect specimen, smooth and shining, a treasure from the ocean. The kelp on his back flopped onto the sand, forgotten in his moment of discovery, but Régnar didn't care. Not when he had found such a pretty, iridescent shell.

He straightened up, the abalone shell held triumphantly in his mouth. Turning to Wisteria, he let the shell drop gently into the sand at her feet. "Look at this," he said, his voice tinged with genuine excitement. "Isn't it beautiful? Here, you have it." Bumping his shoulder against hers, he began to trot around, collecting the kelp that he had lost.

It was a small victory, a brief moment of light in an otherwise dark day. For a few minutes, he allowed himself to bask in the simplicity of the task at hand and the beauty of the shell.

But even as he moved to gather the kelp, the shadow of his secret loomed large in the back of his mind. He could only hope that by focusing on making the ceremony perfect, he could at least for a while, push the darkness away and honour Alari and Sikúnguak as they deserved.