The Claws and the Paws

First topic message reminder :

I decided to make a dog roleplay!!! 8D

Positions and it's role

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About the Claws and the positions

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About the Paws and the positions

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Character Sheet

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Name:
Gender:
Age:
Description/Pic:
Littermates:
Mate:
Pups:
Group and Rank:
History (optional):
Other:

RULES
The rules are:
-You can make your dogs a TINY bit unusual, such as weird eye color, a weird marking on them, etc.
-No roleplaying until I say, and if you join while we've already started roleplaying, you have to be accepted by me!
-You must ask someone to be mates or have pups if you want to have either/or.
NOTES
- Healers may have a mate and pups as lone as they aren't female.
- Food day is when the main dumpster each pack tosses out bad food.
My characters
Name: Joe
Gender: Male
Age: 4
Description/Pic:

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Littermates: Anyone?
Mate: Anyone?
Pups: Sure! :3
Group and Rank: Paws leader
History (optional): He was born a Paw.
Other: N/A
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Name: Valentine (Val)
Gender: female
Age: 27 months
Description/Pic:

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Littermates: Dylan's long lost sibling
Mate: LOOKING!!!
Pups: NUUUUUUUUUUUUU
Group and Rank: Claws Secondary Leader
History (optional): N/A
Other: Moved to her description
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Name: Dylan
Gender: male
Age: 27 months
Description/Pic:

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Littermates: Valentine's long lost sibling
Mate: Star?
Pups: Wants some
Group and Rank: Healer X3
History (optional): N/A
Other: N/A

Dylan smiled. He's been wanting pups for a while. He nuzzled Star, and barked, "That's great! Do you know when they're going to be born?"

"Of course she doesn't," Rhythm interjected. She couldn't help overhearing and butting in at Dylan's question. "The time when pups are born are never exact. They may be a little late, or a little early. It should probably be--" the border collie broke off, sensing that she might be getting carried away. "Sorry," Rhythm said apologetically. "And congrats."

Dylan chuckled when she got so carried away. "Thanks." he smiled, "Should I tell Joe to announce it to the pack?" He didn't know. Ever since he joined the Paws, no one had pups. "I might as well ask him." he nuzzled his mate one more time then padded over to Joe. "Joe, may I make an announcement? Star is having pups." he smiled. "Congrats! And yes, you may. I'll start a meeting now." Joe climbed up a staircase of boxes, then barked, "All Paws come in for a pack meeting! Dylan has exciting news!" Dylan stepped up, and barked happily, "Star is having pups!" He smiled, then added, "She will be sleeping behind empty dumpster towards the back of the alley." Joe barked after, "Meeting dismissed!"

Name: Rosetta
Gender: She-Dog
Age: 24 dog years
Description/Pic:

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Littermates: Unknown
Mates: Grim (A black Rough Collie with white paws; First; Deceased), Marty (A brown Rough Collie he-dog with a black muzzle; Second; Deceased)
Pups: Sheep (A small white Rough Collie she-pup with black paws and ear tips; Has a sheep shaped birthmark on her front left paw), Night (A tall black Rough Collie he-pup with white ear tips and tail tip; Has a moon shaped birthmark on his front right paw)
Group and Rank: Paws Mother/Huntress
History (optional): Doesn't like to speak of it...
Other: Is a Rough Collie, so is loyal, protective of her pups, used to be a sheep dog, so is fast; Was born and raised, living with twolegs; Hates to speak of her dead mates...

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Name: Snake
Gender: He-Dog
Age: 24 dog years
Description/Pic:

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Littermates: Unknown
Mates: None
Pups: None
Group and Rank: Claws Fighter
History (optional): Doesn't like to speak of it...
Other: He's a Dalmatian, so he is loyal, will help his friends, but isn't as nice as most Dalmatians are. He has a sharp temper, but listens to what he is told to do; Was born and raised, living with twolegs.

Johnny walked over to Star and Dylan. He grinned at them. "Congrats on the pups you two!" he barked, excitedly. He loved pups. They were so cute and young. "This group needs more young 'uns. Now. About that hunting patrol...," he trailed off. "Anyone wanna go?!" he barked louder.

~May I Join?~

Name: Elmo
Gender: he-dog
Age: 3 Yrs.
Description/Pic: Mostly black beagle with brown back legs, brown spots and brown eyes.
Littermates: Anyone
Mate: ~
Pups: ~
Group and Rank: Paws Trainee
History (optional): NO!
Other: My old dog

Name: Torrie
Gender: She-Dog
Age: 4 Yrs.
Description/Pic: Small gray Whimeriner (Don't know how to spell that.) With green eyes.
Littermates: Anyone
Mate: ~
Pups: ~
Group and Rank: Claws Huntress
History (optional): NO!
Other: N/A

After the meeting, Star walked over to Dylan. "Is there any herbs I should take because I'm having pups? How big should the nest be?" She started asking a lot more questions about her whelping . She wanted everything to be perfect for when she had her pups.

ACCEPTED
"I'll get you ready, don't worry." Dylan laughed, "Everything WILL be perfect. I promise."

Torrie walked into the clearing and looked around she wasn't sure if she should go hunting, but all her muscles were tense, ready to catch a deer.

Elmo stalked around, he missed his humans much, but Packlife suited him. Madison was not the gentlest girl, but he loved her. He shook the thoughts out of his head like ticks and began to bite at his paws, they were bugging him.

Scar watched Torrie from the shadows. He wasn't sure who she was, but it looked like he could beat her in a fight. Looks could be deceiving, though.

Val was walking around, and stopped in front of Scar. "You realize she's not a threat, right? She's just a huntress. If you want to fight, look for house dogs." she rolled her eyes and padded on.

Umbre turned as he heard Val's words. His upper lip curled into a snarl, and he stalked up to Scar, icy gray eyes as cold as the stars. "You," he growled, enunciating each word carefully as if the other dog was stupid, "will not harm any member of the Claws. You will be exiled immediately if such a thing happened."

"Exiled? Executed!" Val growled, "We need all the members we can get. The more, the better. That'd mean more food. Now, I'm going to get a drink." She stalked off, and found a little stream under a bridge. She got a drink, then saw a big house dog carrying a t-bone steak. "Hey." Val smiled, "Give me the steak." "No! Why would I do that?" the dog barked. His collar said, 'Monty'. "Because, Monty." She stared at him with her blue silver eyes. He looked back, then his eyes softened. "May I please have the steak?" she asked sweetly, then he dropped it. She wanted him to give her his food. "Meet me here evey day with food, ok?" Monty nodded. Since he looked in her eyes, he fell in love with her. She left, the steak hanging from her jaws, Monty still watching her. She disappeared, then padded into the alley. "I got a steak!" she barked loudly, "Umbre, who will have it?"

Torrie rolled her eyes "Really?" she walked over to Val "Hey, how'd 'ya get it? I saw you with that house dog." she mewed dangerously. (Can they be like, best friends, or even sisters?)

~Wait, what' going on? D:~

~Best friends. :3~
"You know how." Val barked to Torrie and winked. Only few knew about Val's eyes. There was an EXTREMLY thin pink ring around her pupil that is almost invisible. But when one male dog looks into her eyes and she looks back, the dog instantly falls in love with her. The only dogs that don't are dogs she's friends with or likes.

Torrie laughed "Of course! that's a special talent 'ya have there Val." she barked softly "But you have to be careful, you don't want to start a battle over yourself." she barked jokingly.

"I know, I know." Val laughed, "Anyways, we're gonna meet up there every day and he's going to give me food."

"Nice work my friend." she barked "Hey! Come back here!" she yelped when a dog rushed by and nipped her leg "That was strange. Beagle-Like right?"

Elmo was breathing heavy, "Oops." he barked when he was out of earshot of the to Claws dogs, They stole food and he may have just got them all worked up. He was a little dog, a Trainee, he wasn't a threat.

"Hey." Val growled, sniffing Elmo, "Paws pup, scram before I hurt you. This is no place for you to be. I will take you back to your alleyway." She started leading Elmo to the alley, then when they got there, Joe instantly growled. "Claws! What do you want?" he spat. "Your little pup here was in our camp!" she spat back. Dylan turned to see what was happening. He was shocked when he saw what he saw. "Valentine?!" Dylan asked, horrified. "Dylan..." Val sneered, "I thought you were too scared to leave mother!" "She died. I ran away and found this place. You're in the Claws?" Dylan barked, his eyes wide with fear. "I'm the Claws SL." Val replied, "You?" "Paws Healer." he replied, "Now leave...!" "Thank you. Leave please." Joe barked darkly. Val padded back to camp and barked, "Done. I just found my wimpy brother there." She rolled her eyes.

Torrie rolled her eyes "Dylan? Not surprised. A soft group. Easy to Stael from." She said. "Anyway, who was that pup?" She asked "Did you recognize his scent?"

Elmo looked up at Joe "H-hello." He barked nervously "Nice weather we're having." He said trying to avoid the fact that he had been in the Claws' alleyway alleyway.

Joe narrowed his eyes, "You know we're forbidden to go in each others territories! Did you hurt one of them, speak rudely to one of them?"

"All I recongnized on that pup was the Paw's scent." Val growled.

Scar watched the whole episode from the shadows. He then moved off towards a house dog's house. (Lol that sounds weird.) When he got there he saw a small house dog with a bone. "Hey, there." Hesaid casually, walking up to the dog. The house dog looked up and growled," What do you want?"
"The bone, of course."
The house dog began backing away, leaving the bone in front of Scar. Then he turned and ran.

Val could see Scar from a distance. She smiled approvingly, then barked, "Anyone want to walk around the town today? I mean, not the busy part with all the cars and humans. The one with all the house dogs (the park)."

"I-i'm sorry Sir, I didn't mean to hurt her, I didn't say a thing. But at least I wasn't hunting in their woods. They're the ones that steal from us anyway." Elmo pointed out.

Torrie looked at Val "Well, if there's no hunting to be done, I'll come." she barked and stood by her friend's side.