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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)
Speck
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I put my paw over my muzzle, whining quietly. Why haven't they come yet? The day of the escape from the pound has come, but I don't see any sign of Storm or Wateou or Gray or Snowflake or aanyyoooonnne! The dog next to me growls in its sleep, lip curling. I shrink away, my nerves spiking. Finally, after what seems like forever, I hear claws quietly clicking in the dark. My head jerks up, and I see Wateou coming for my kennel, his golden tail swinging from side to side.
My claws scrabble against the hard plastic of the floor as I get up, tail wagging. Wateou noses at the lock on my kennel door, sliding it off. I shove the door open, skittering out. He flashes me a look, like he's saying "Quiet!" I try to control my fear and excitement, and follow him through the labyrinth of kennels and sleeping dogs. He turns a corner and disappears behind it. When I follow him, I see six other dogs waiting for us. Gray shakes out her pelt, and Tempest takes the lead, her powerful form vanishing outside. The rest of the dogs follow her, with me in the back.
Outside, it’s cold and wet, with damp leaves floating in pools of water. The air still had a smell of rain in it, and occasionally streams of dirty water would crawl past us, bits of gravel rolling through them. Up ahead I see the tunnel we’re going to escape through. A shiver of fear runs through me as I see the inky darkness of the wet tunnel. Hopefully it hasn’t flooded over…
Swallowing hard, I walk into the tunnel. There’s no turning back now.
(September 4, 2016 - 9:45 pm)
Oh im soooo sorry I didnt see ur posts. Maybe this could happen before that happened, like when everyone went into the hole. So sorry again everyone!!!
(September 5, 2016 - 2:57 pm)
~Bella
The rain is coming harder now, beating at my pelt like stones.
The others have gathered beneath a dumpster, but something keeps me from leaving my position. A feeling I guess. I sniff at the humidified air around me, hinting the faintest trace of-
"Come on guys, I think I know where we can find some grub!"
Windstorm glanced up at the menacing storm clouds above, wincing at the roar of thunder.
"But the floods-"
"We can't hide beneath a trash can forever, we have to find a place where we can wait out the storm." Snowflake finished abruptly. "And maybe get something to eat as well."
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~have to go, plz finish!!!!
(September 8, 2016 - 8:45 pm)
~Bella
The rain is coming harder now, beating at my pelt like stones.
The others have gathered beneath a dumpster, but something keeps me from leaving my position. A feeling I guess. I sniff at the humidified air around me, hinting the faintest trace of-
"Come on guys, I think I know where we can find some grub!"
Windstorm glanced up at the menacing storm clouds above, wincing at the roar of thunder.
"But the floods-"
"We can't hide beneath a trash can forever, we have to find a place where we can wait out the storm." Snowflake finished abruptly. "And maybe get something to eat as well."
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~have to go, plz finish!!!!
(September 8, 2016 - 8:45 pm)
(September 9, 2016 - 7:56 am)
~Bella
I felt the soft murmer of voices behind my back as we made our way threw the drunken alleyways and streets. The rain had slowed to a drizzle though the thunder and lightning had not ceased to roll.
There was a soft spattering of pawsteps and I turned to see gray trotting by my side.
"Um hi."
She averted her gaze to her paws, her once silken coat now slicked back across her pelt. I immediately felt sorry for her, the rain had revealed just how thin she was.
Hello." I answered.
"Not to be rude but, um,"
She fidgeted with her paws. "now what? We just, hang around eating out of dumpsters, sleeping beneath cardboard boxes for the rest of our lives?"
"Well-
I felt my mouth go dry.
I'd planned to go find Mark and Judy and spend the rest of my days with them.
But what about the other dogs? If we split up we'd just end up back in the pound. Separated and dead.
"I-
Suddenly a yelp of surprise resonated behind us.
Out of instinct I whirled around with fangs bared.
My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach.
"Humams!!!" Speck cried before bursting into a full run.
"They have guns." Gray squeaked. Big, guns.
"What are you waiting for?! A post card? Run, for your lives run!!!" Snowflake pressed her muzzle against my frozen body.
Wateou darted toward one of the men, knocking the gun out of his hands before taking a large chunk out of his leg.
"Go!!" Snowflake snarled befgore leaping to wateou's aid.
~plz finish!!!!!!
(September 11, 2016 - 9:49 pm)
(September 12, 2016 - 7:04 am)
GUYS I POSTED TWICE!!!! WHERE ARE YOU????????
(September 13, 2016 - 8:45 am)
Sorry, sorry! I haven't had any inspiration. I promise I'll write more now.
Speck
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My chest heaved as I dashed through the streets, my legs working frantically. The hazy drizzle of rain chilld my pelt and the slick street underpaw made it hard to run, but I managed to slide underneath a jagged hole in a fence and popped out in a yard. Cowering beneath a bush, I waited until I couldn't hear the crashing and yelling of the humans any more. Only then did it sink in that I was seperated from the rest of the dogs, cold and hungry and alone. Slowly I crept out from underneath the bush and trotted up to the back door of the house. This one looked relatively intact and clean; maybe there would be shelter or food inside. He pawed at the door and found the wood to be rotting. Scratching more quickly, it only took him a few minutes to claw a hole in the wood that he slip through. As I pushed my way into the house, a different scratching sound from the upstairs alerted me. I bounded up the stairs, almost slipping on the wet wood, but found the bedroom anyways. Listening for a second, I was sure there was something on the other side. Something trapped.
I backed up a few pawsteps, then smashed my body against the door. I heard the thing jump back, but I continued until I had broken down the door. My side throbbing, I flopped down on the floor and looked at the thing. Two triangular ears on a narrow face peered down at him, then let out a starled meow as it realized he was a dog. Speck grunted as the cat's hind paw dug into his side as it leaped over him and sped out the door. Speck lay there for a few more seconds, smashed glass from the window only a few feet away. Finally he got up and padded around the house, his nerves still on end. Quickly, though, he realized that there was no other creature in the house but the cat, and it was soon gone.
Walking into the kitchen, he raised his nose to the air and sniffed, trying to find a scent of food. Yes! There it was! A tall cabinet door that had had one door knocked off had a powerful smell of food coming from it. Speck pounced on it, ravenousy devouring the dog kibble inside. After some time his hunger felt satisfied and more, so he forced himself to not consume all of it. If only the other dogs were here... he thought. He sighed and lay down on the kitchen floor, the sweet smell of kibble in his nose. Just before he went to sleep he spotted a damp picture stuck to one of the drawers. It was a picture of two humans, one man and one woman. Speck squinted close, and he thought he saw the human letters 'J', 'U', 'D', 'Y, and 'M,' A', 'R', 'K'. Or was it? He couldn't be sure. Before he had time to ponder it more, he fell deeply asleep.
(September 13, 2016 - 10:48 am)
Tempest~
A few hours later, I wake up to everyone pacing restlessly. I get up, shaking my fur out and pad over to Storm. "What's going on?" I whine softly, so the others don't hear.
Storms turns to look at me worriedly, "Speck's gone missing."
"What?!" I yelp, surprised.
I start pacing, agitated. We've only left the pound for a day, and we've already started losing people. This can't be happening. "We have to go back and look for Speck," I bark out loud.
Then, I turn and start walking back towards the city, my pace fast and clipped. When I reach the edge, I put my nose down and start looking for a trail.
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Anyone can continue this please
(September 14, 2016 - 10:52 am)
I'm sorry!! I just realized I switched point-of-view halfway throughout my post. Oooops!
(September 14, 2016 - 2:04 pm)
~Bella
Kestrel strode silently, her nose slicked across the pavement. We followed her nonchalantly, each lost in our own thoughts.
Though from the looks of it we were thinking the same thing.
Speck could be dead, drifting lifelessly across the surface of a flooded allwyway. Or trapped or caught or... I shuddered. What if his scent was leading us toward our deaths?
I resumed my steady pait, carerful to keep my gaze on the pavement.
We walked for what seemed like hours, twisting through alleyways and backstreets. No one spoke.
It felt like a prossesion, a heavy shadow fallen over our pelts.
Sorry its so short I need to go.
(September 14, 2016 - 5:24 pm)
So sorry guys really sorry. Long story short my dad dissabled my phone and that was my only device. But now Im back and here I will post.
~Gray
The streets are dark and wet. And I still can't belive we made it. Alive. Well except for Speck.
You know, you would think I wouldn't be the one to give up all hope. But right now, I barely knew Speck and have had so much heartbrake happen that my heart isnt fealing it. Maybe its the rain that slicked back my pealt. Maybe its Scar deep inside of me. But I feal no greif. I feal no emotion.
Suddenly a grey cat ran infront of them. Someone barked. "This is vaguely familiar." Someone whispered, to quietly to pick out the dog who said it.
(September 17, 2016 - 10:34 pm)
Anyone still here?
Speck
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A cold droplet of water drips onto my muzzle, jolting me awake. Looking up, I see that the roof is leaking on me. The storm outside has mostly died down, but a hard drizzle of rain is still pouring. I think of the dogs outside, and I shiver. Are they all dead? I hope not. Maybe they'll find me...
I pad over to the cabinet that holds the food and nose inside, dismayed to see that there's not a lot left. I lap up what is left, hoping there might be a spare store in a basement or something, and head to the back door. It's so tempting to stay in here... in the quiet and the safety, but if I manage to find the rest of the dogs, I might stand a better chance of surviving if I find them. And maybe they would find a spare store of food.
So I doggedly push out the door into the freezing rain that soaks my coat instantly. I shake out my pelt once, hoping to get rid of some of the chill, but it just washes me again. I sigh and put my nose to the ground, searching for a scent. After a few minutes I pick up on the scent of the cat that lived here. Hmm. It's worth trying. Who knows what I might find at the end?...
(September 21, 2016 - 10:00 am)