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Username: SyMbOlIc
Character Name: Willowwing
Desired Clan: PitchCLan
Desired Position: Warrior
Age: 20 Moons


Willowwing is level headed, quiet, and keeps to herself, something that others often mistake for lack of personality until they get to know her. She simply prefers observing to talking. She enjoys patrolling the borders in the early mornings because its more peaceful. She has always disliked the openness of the moors, preferring the protection that forests offer, but has learned to adapt as she's grown.



Willowwing crouched low to the ground, resisting the urge to flick her tail. The rabbit just a few tail lengths away was eating at a small patch of grass, completely unaware that it was in danger. It was small. Very small. It was better than nothing though. Suddenly the rabbit sat up straight and Willowwing knew it had sensed her. She bounded forward as it took off in a panic. It was a short chase, the rabbit was just a hungry and weak as she was. She managed to reached her paw forward and knock the rabbit off it's feet. She killed it quickly than stood still for a moment, catching her breath. At least she wouldn't be going back to camp with nothing.

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Name: Kylah
Gender: Female
Desired rank: Gamma
Wolf desc: Light brown with with white markings.

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No It's probebly something with my computer.

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I don't know if you sent it or not. But I still havent got the PM with the download link.

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I still don't. It might be my computer acting up. I dont know.

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I havent gotten the link yet.

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Name ||Kylah
Gender || Female
Age || Young Adult
Rank || Warrior
Parents ||Deceased
Mate ||None
Pups || None
User || SyMbOlIc
Role Play Sample || Kylah awoke feeling the warmth of the sun against her fur. She stood up, shook off the leaves that had stuck to her, then stretched. She sat down again and perked her ears, listening for any sign that anyone was around. She saw none of the familiar faces she was used to seeing. "Must still be a asleep." She muttered to herself.

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Pheasantwing stood silently, making no sound. The vole she had her sights on earlier got away when her paw got caught up in a vine and she tripped. She needed to catch something to bring back or the others would think she was slacking. She scented the odor that could only be a mouse and seconds later the brown ball of fur came scuttering out of his hole. She crept forward, not making a sound. The mouse didn't notice her until she was in the air. It gave a squeak as she landed on it, and she finished it off.

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