Feral Heart

Perception lay on the dry mud, which was recently slushy and wet from a downpour of rain. Everything was so quiet...so peaceful. Piecing morning ray's is the reason the German Shephard awoke from a long, good night's slumber. The location of Perception's resting place was outside of a very old, decaying building. The brickwork was falling off and the light yellow paint was all gone, except for the odd spot. This place had no windows, but instead, had chicken wire covering the places where glass should be. It was not stable or safe, but Perceptions current job was to warn off any approaching people, for example, Nazi's.

The six year old brute raised his head, which he had rested on his paws for his sleeping position. He stuck his nose in the air and inhaled the crisp morning breeze. Scent's of flowers, grass blades and coffee filled his senses, but no unnatural activity registered. Perception yawned loudly, arose from his sleeping place and stretched out his limbs slowly, quickly shaking himself from the floors debris afterwards.

In the decaying house was muttering and the familiar voice of Harold, his master that he ached dearly to see, but his instructions where strict to stay outside at all costs. Perceptions instructions, of course, were difficult to understand for a dog, but the male Shephard was accustom to watching his master's body language and listening to his tone of voice. Perception was quick to respond and sat outside, watching, waiting into the night until he was let off his guard by Harold and was told to go to sleep.

After a couple of minuets of Perception pacing, Harold exit the house, along with three other men, all of which were carrying snipers on their backs. "Good lad, Perce" Harold whispered into Perception's ear. The dog was overjoyed to see his master, but was determined to stay professional, so snorted and licked his masters hand. "Get on the radio. Tell the General no seen threat's, position four of four cleared." Harold instructed to one of the men, whom nodded whilst he took a large bag off one of the other man's shoulder and unpacked it to reveal a large black box with an aerial, undoubtedly the radio. He laid it on the bone dry ground and began to talk into a hand held device attached to the box. A static voice replied after him. "General understood," The man operating the box said, placing it back into the bag. "Okay. Now, moving back to camp, men. Let's go." Instructed Harold to the other men and Perception. The dog had estimated, on his way here, that it was a one hour trek trough a forest to reach their destination. As Perception walked on at his masters side, breakfast came to mind, and his stomach grumbled rapidly as they began the long walk home.

(Confusing? Let me just run you through it, because I could not find a suitable place to insert this into the post. Perception, Harold and many other people where instructed by The General (The highest possible rank who serves at another base,) to camp at four post's surrounding a village to protect it from a tip off about a threat. You may join in this mission if you wish at another post around the village. I thought it was a good starter point for those who are not sure what to do with their character's in the force. Sometimes waking up and sitting back down again is not the most interesting start to post's.)

(Maybe we should all just be in the same class? x3 BTW: I will be posting tonight.)

Chippy's large, bulging face of acorns looked in all directions, especially at the sky where the owl had swooped down. There was no longer the loud, slow beat of the owls wings, just the rustling of the tree leaves. Chippy sighed in relief and looked back at the hollowed out log. It seemed quite a safe place, unlike his tree where he was a clear target for an attack by flying creature. And it was also not big enough for a bear or wolf to scamper inside. "Dis is now mai home" Chippy squeaked as he walked towards it on all fours. There was a lot of growing moss on the insides and outside of the trunk which was perfect for soft bedding, but not so much for making a small blanket out of. That was a job for some animal fur.

Chippy scampered up his old tree that he stupidly had called home. He scurried along the branch which lead to a fork, where he had nested, but as soon as he had reached it, the rabbit fur that he used to keep him warm had blown away in the wind. Chippy sat and looked down at the scenery below. It looked so peaceful, so gentle, a perfect place to nest, but this was soon swept away by a wolf in the territory. "N-n-no wonder Chipmunks nest in twees." Chippy mumbled and he strained his eyes to see what the wolf was doing, or more importantly, where he was going. Just as Chippy was about to fall of the branch as he leaned over to get a better look, Chippy spotted a rabbit right near where he wolf. "I-I-I G-Gotta help!" The Chipmunk squeaked, and he scurried along the tree branch and all the way to the bottom of the large Pine. Chippy bolted across the forest floor to his new tree trunk home and emptied his cheek pouches of four whole acorn nuts. "There there, lil' buddies. You be safe here." Chippy said, patting his treasured hoard. The young Chipmunk shot out of his den and then about a stood feet away from the pretty dark wolf. "Leave wabbit's  alone!" Chippy yelled, lunging on the wolf as he lay on the grass and then onto the wolfs ear which he held onto and bit into.

(The wolf and the Rabbit was of course Riana and Scotch. Sorry Chippy was a bit violent. He did not want to see another 'Wabbit' killed. x3 And those spelling mistakes when Chippy talked where not actually spelling mistakes. It just gives you a better idea of how Chippy pronounced words.)

Character Name: Chippy
Species?: Chipmunk

Description: Chippy is a very lively little character. Being only two months old, he loves to be out and about, exploring the vast world one little step at a time. Being cheeky, he has known to be a pest to some of the other animals, since he has been seen hitching rides on deer and tugging and playing with rabbit ears. He has also bravely rolled around in the soft fur of a wolf whilst it was sleeping. He also hoards a vast amount of food in his cheek pouches, making his cheeks look extremely fat and full, since he never trust's his nest, which is only a few patches of rabbit fur on a forked branch.

Background/History: Chippy was one of three siblings. His life was rather dull in the nest; his parents gave the three siblings food and they would get into large rows and fights on whoever got to keep it. Chippy was the hoarder of the food and he was the one that grabbed the food and scoffed it into his cheek pouch, his two brothers knocking him about for him to spit it out. When they where three weeks, the three brothers left the nest in a very informal fashion; Chippy kicked both of his brothers down from the hole in the trunk for them to fall flat on their backs on the soft, leaf-coated ground. They both squeaked and shook their tiny little fists and him whilst he giggled. That was the last Chippy ever saw of his brothers.

Chippy then started to build his own nest. He could not find any abandoned woodpecker holes, like his parents had, so he decided to make do by pulling tuffs of fur out of a rabbit tail whilst it was sleeping and placing it in a little nook at the top of a tree.