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Lost Dogs RP.............
Lost Dogs RP....................
I'm sure you're all thinking. "Windswift your crazy! You already made a active thread!!!"
Well folks I'm going out on a limb so help me with this anyway. :-)
This RP is set in present time new york.
After hurricane Nautica, new York homeowners are faced with choices they never thought they'd make. And the dogs must suffer for it...
RULES AND INFO:
Basically we are all feral dogs who were brought to the pound because our owners couldn't take care of us anymore. You can also be a runaway(ex-dogfighter that kind of thing) but we all meet up at the pound, escape and then become a pack. And then learn to survive in the wild. (This is loosely based on survivors but I didn't finish the series so its not really)
Rules:
1. You HAVE to be a dog, no foxes, cats, wolf, Just a dog.
2. I can't believe I'm saying this but pleeeeease no shapeshifters, just a dog.
3. As usual don't be op.
4. I'll place a limit at seven people, no joining once we've started.
that's it. Have fun!!!
submitted by Windswift, age 12, This thread
(August 15, 2016 - 7:08 pm)
(August 15, 2016 - 7:08 pm)
Storm ~
My heart beats fast with excitement. We are about to escape.
I pad quietly up to my kennel door and put my paws up on it. I nose around the latch for a bit and claw at it from inside the kennel until it springs open. Then I walk over to Tempest's kennel. It's easier now that I'm on the oustside, and I lift it with my nose and set her free.
About ten minutes later, everyone but gray is free. I hear claws scratching the cement, and soft growling. "Gray?" I ask.
She pricks her ears and shakes her self. "Ya. Ready. I'm ready."
I smile, and we join the others, ready to enter the hopefully not flooded tunnel.
(August 29, 2016 - 11:40 am)
Can I join? If not, that's ok, I don't have anything else to do.
I'm doing this from memory, so it will be out of order and different, but...
Here it is:
Name:Coco
Breed:French Bulldog
Age: a few months old
Appearance: Light brown, brown, and white fur. Sparkling blue eyes. (For the rest, look up a picture of a baby French Bulldog- they're ADORABLE!
Personality: Sweet, gentle, loving friend, very sensitive and shy (whimpers a lot as well)
Story: Born in a litter in an alleyway a few months ago. Most of her family died in an accident, she doesn't know how. Her older brother and 2 older sisters were able to escape. Coco was taken to the local pound.
I think I got everything... If not I will add the rest as a comment. ;)
(August 29, 2016 - 10:22 pm)
I guess so. You could start RPing later on, after we escape and stuff. Maybe we rescue you or something? Is that OK?
(August 30, 2016 - 9:41 am)
I guess so. You could start RPing later on, after we escape and stuff. Maybe we rescue you or something? Is that OK?
(August 30, 2016 - 9:41 am)
AAAAAAAAAARGH!!! I WAS WRITING A POST AND IT DELETED FOR NO REASON!!!!!! *snorts in frustration* here I go again. If this deletes so help me I will....
~Bella
The skitter of paws across pavement nearly blocked out the sound of rain pelting across the stone walls. Cold, drowning rain.
That's what started all this wasn't it? A big bucket of rain driving the humans away. Away from the trouble. Away from us.
There was a soft click and my kennel door swung open, storm smiled halfheartedly a distant look in her eyes.
"Thank you," I whispered softly. She didn't respond but set back to working at the locks.
Windstorm wandered over to where I stood, a somewhat distressed expression furrowed down his brow.
"Ready stormy?" I murmered gently. He cringed for a moment then shook his head as if to clear his thoughts.
"Ready." He answered somewhat faintly.
We padded down the hall together, the lull of the other dog's sleep drowning out the click of our claws against the cement.
For a moment we walked in silence, each caught in our own thoughts.
Wuddenly windstorm turned to me. An anxious tremor running down his throat.
"Bella..." He lowered his nose to the ground. "I-I was wondering, if you-
-that is could help me with.....something?"
I cocked my head towards him,
"sure, what can I help you with?"
He curled his tail aroundf his paws. "I-um knew someone..."
"Who?"
He glared down at his clawz, a blissful expression sweeping across his features like a brushstroke before he smothered it down.
"A-an angel."
My ears perked slightly, the rain was coming down hard. And fast.
It would only be a matter of minutes before...
"Let's go quickly then, the others will be waiting and the flood is only getting worse."
He nodded.
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@Leeli, could you continue this?
(August 31, 2016 - 9:19 pm)
Could you continue this?
(August 31, 2016 - 9:20 pm)
Top! Please, don't die! Top! Top! Top!
(September 1, 2016 - 11:48 am)
Don't die thread! Top! Top! TOp!
(September 1, 2016 - 11:50 am)
Leeli we need you!!!!!!!!!
TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!!!!!!!
(September 2, 2016 - 8:44 pm)
Leeli we need you!!!!!!!!!
TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!!!!!!!
(September 2, 2016 - 8:44 pm)
TOOOOOOOOOOOP
TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!
(September 3, 2016 - 7:54 am)
Storm ~
My paws are itching with excitement as the group of dogs makes their way toward the tunnel. It look pretty dark. And wet. And scary.
I survey the rest of them. Bella is talking to Windstorm. Tempest is pacing, deep in thought. Mr dalmation guy is looking nervously at the tunnel. All of them probably wondering what might happen. As we all come together, Bella glances at us. "Ok," she says, taking a deep breath. "Let's go."
One by one, the dogs slip down the hole until we all stand in the courtyard. And it is raining. Which means floods.
Very sorry for the sudden ending and pretty much no description, I'm really tired.
(September 2, 2016 - 9:11 pm)
Tempest~
Finally, we've left the damp darkness of the tunnel. There was something about it that made me feel as if I'm being watched... Anyway, now all of our pelts are soaked and I don't see any shelter nearby that all of us can fit in. I resist the urge to growl. My sister appears to be rather excited about the rain- she's trying to catch raindrops on her tongue, and a few other dogs are lpping at puddles that have formed on the ground. Hydrating while they can, I suppose. I suddenly realize how hungry I am, as well as the fact that we need to get to high ground in case of flooding. I am snapped out of my thoughts at the sounds of lumbering footsteps from the direction of the building. I turn to see several humans running towards us from around the corner of the building. "Humans!" I bark, "Run for the alleyway!" I sprint off in the direction, my heart hammering in my chest. The other dogs right on my heels. When we reach the other end of the alley, I pause, whipping my head around wildly. I see a break in the buildings and continue running in that direction. After a while, I slow down and take in our new surroundings. The buildings are now behinds us, so that must mean that we have either left New York completely, or we are now in the countryside. Then, I survey our group, momentarily panicking when I don't see Storm right away. I let out a whine of relief when I see that everyone has made it safely. I collapse on the ground where I stand, deciding that we can figure out our next step in the morning, and quickly loose myself in the darkness of sleep.
(September 4, 2016 - 11:00 am)
Aaaaaaargh, the posts from 15 hours ago aren't showing up. >:()
(September 5, 2016 - 6:09 am)
~Gray
We all pad to the cage with a hole in it. A few dogs slank outside to see if it was raining and it was. The tunnle must be flooded. But what if it wasn't? Someone had to check.
And there werent any volunteers. Nervous flew up and around my stomach like butterflys trying to escape. And then I said it. Father would be proud. "I'll go. I'll go first. I'll bark once if its okay. If I barl twice......" I trailed off. If it was flooded not a single bark would come from my muzzle ever again.
I crawlwd into the hole. Instantly fealing as if id be trapped there forever. Helpless. No way to escape.
And I plunged into the darkness.
(September 4, 2016 - 12:59 pm)