Imma put a lot of effort into improving my writing for the next few months...

considering I've already been doing so, It shouldn't be very challenging.

-DTG

YESSS. A PREQUEL TO DODO TALES ABOUT EDEN. YESSSSS!!!!! I liked Eden, Aidans name is meant to be like his.

-Apex

Great, i was gonna take this place. Oh well, I’m moving to mud dye since I like mud.

-Apex

Hello natives of this land! I hope you don't mind, but I gonna conquer you and make this my new home! Lol

-DTG

Tip: Dyes can be used to paint things, and are made in a cooking pot...

omg, i didnt know that. Guys, isnt it crazy how like, we dont need any tips for dyes? Hmm, thats pretty neat, i bet we could have conversations and tell our stories here without any trouble!

Wait, what? You cant and people will get mad even though they dont need tips on dyes? Oh no... What will we ever do...

Mocking these buffoons aside, really? Can we have some decency and NOT be terrible human beings for like, a few minutes? Just leave storytellers alone, no one needs tips on dyes.

InterARK - Ep 1 - Pt 2

Mia looked around the beach she was on, the seering heat piercing her skin.

Soon, she would try to find out where she was, and how she could get off of this place.

What she didn't know, however, was that she...

Was on...

The Island.

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That is the end folks! Or is it..? Tune in at the dilo section (sometime) to find out what happens next!

[cue the 1970s cartoon outro]

-De

Shadow, just go to your first fanfiction-related post and check the date.

~CL1

I’ve been here since December 2020, so I think me, CL1 and lamprey are the oldest fanfictioners apart from the og’s when they occasionally drop in.

Thats not how it worls berrie

-WhiteWinterTiger

Okay manticore, im going to go back to my dye now

-WhiteWinterTiger

Manticore, you don’t have to rub in the fact that you’ve been here longer, does it really matter as long as we’re all having fun?

-WhiteWinterTiger

Uhhhh, WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?! We can role play, Dan says so, I am sick of this.

-Planarian

STOP ROLEPLAYING it’s annoying and your blowing up the tips for people who actually want tips

*slams table*

I would like to speak to the WEAKLING lolbit in tangerine dye. Unless they're to scaaaared. Im going to post this in most dyes so she sees it.

-an angry shadow

Yes crow, you have gone crazy, and if you want to tell me that you’re not crazy and I am, that would be a lie. I am WEIRD not crazy, you’re just crazy, also I might be insane, MAYBE, but even if I was I would be crazy I’d be INSANE there’s a diff-er-ence.

ME-OW,

-WhiteWinterTiger

AND YOU SAY IVE GONE CRAZY WWT?!?!?!

I AM-

WHAT THE FU- FUEL CAN.. that didnt make sense DID I SAY ABOUT THESE OUTBURSTS!

-Crow/HJK

Yay! It’s great to know someone will be reading.

And thank you! I hope it goes well as well.

- President Loki

I’m going to be putting A Lone Howl on pause to focus on me and CL1’s collaboration! It’s taking place after the end of A Lone Howl, and we’re posting it in Green Dye.

- President Loki

A Lone Howl

Part one: Howl in the Night

Chapter seven

Journey led them off of Lightning Ledge, leading them in a sweep around the herd until they were behind a wide boulder. “Poplar, Barley, you go left,” she said, flicking her ears in the direction she wanted them to go. “Drive them in the direction of Lightning Ledge. Ash,” she continued, turning her head towards the dark wolf, “you take the pups and go right. Steer the wolves towards Poplar and Barley. Me and Daybreak will head up the attack from here.”

All of the wolves nodded and fanned out around the meadow, headed for their positions. The three pups followed Ash with wide eyes, tails wagging wildly in excitement. Hopefully they won’t give us away, Journey thought, watching the three young wolves scamper along the edge of the meadow. But it wasn’t time to worry. She gave herself a shake, focusing on where Poplar and Barley were crouching beside an oak tree. Their dark pelts blended in with the shadows of the oak’s bowing old branches, turning them almost invisible. It was times like these that Journey wished she had a dark pelt like them.

Ash led the pups behind a jutting boulder, keeping them underneath her so that they wouldn’t go scampering around and get noticed by the deer.

“Ready?” she murmured to Daybreak. When her friend nodded, Journey lunged out of hiding with a furious bark. She burst into a sprint with Daybreak right behind her, charging at the deer.

Immediately their prey let out brays and honks of fear, turning and galloping away from Lightning Ledge. Poplar and Barley shot out from beside the oak tree, intercepting the deer and forcing them to turn around. They continued chasing, and suddenly the deer veered to the right, fleeing for the safety of the trees. Ash leapt out of hiding with a snarl, and all three pups followed, yapping in excitement and running at the deer pointlessly. The deer in the front of the herd doubled back, slamming into the ones behind them in a desperate scramble for escape.

The moment they began scrambling and their steps faltered, Journey shot forward and slammed into one of them. The force of her leap drove the deer to the ground, and the rest of the pack immediately bounded over, helping keep the deer pinned so that one of them could make the killing bite. The rest of the herd ran into the trees, letting out honks of fear and distress.

Before any of them could do more then close in around the deer, a shrill howl of grief and pain sounded from the camp. Every set of ears left in the clearing shot up, and they turned their heads in the direction of their meadow. The howl sounded again, echoing around the mountains and ringing into their ears.

A Lone Howl

Part one: Howl in the Night

Chapter six

BETA AND ALPHA’S NEW pups grew quickly, and every day they became more adventurous and rambunctious. Every day they would discover a new sort of game to play, and then argue over the rules. Every day they would wander around the meadow, sticking their noses in places that they shouldn’t be in. And every day, they were scolded for trampling a piece of prey or squashing a perfectly good bed of moss.

Journey grew fond of one of them in particular very quickly; Sniff, the runt of the litter. Always the pin cushion for his sister and brother, Yap and Nibble. Always the last one to make it to greet the pack when they returned from hunting, and always trampled beneath his bigger siblings’ wild paws. Journey always made sure to stand up for the little pup, snapping at the others when they played too roughly and nudging him out of the way of being trampled.

It felt as though the days had flown by in a blur ever since the pups had been born, and before Journey knew it, they were already a full moon old.

Journey woke on a warm late summer morning from the cold, wet nose of Poplar nudging her awake. She opened her eyes and sat up, opening her jaws in a wide yawn. “Hunting,” Poplar said. Daybreak, Barley, and Ash stood behind her, and the pups wrestled between her paws. “Alpha wants you to lead a hunting party, with the pups.”

She sat up, shaking herself, sending her thick white fur rippling. With a commanding woof, she summoned the wolves around her. The pups scampered over, Sniff in the back, as always.

Journey bounded into the trees, keeping her stride slower so the pups would be able to keep up. The cool breeze of late summer whistled cheerily through the trees, sending the grass swaying and rippling the wolves’ fur. She relished in the feel of total freedom as she ran, pads skimming over the familiar ground of her home.

She slowed to a brisk trot as they neared Lightning Ledge, a low cliff where they could look over the forest and a few meadows to search for prey. She stepped onto the rough gray stone, sighing contentedly as the chill from the rock swept through her legs all the way to the back of her ears. The strange black zigzag that extended from the edge of the ledge, from which this particular cliff got its name, was beginning to warm as it absorbed sunlight.

“There’s our target,” Journey said, nodding towards a herd of white-tail deer. They were grazing lazily in a wide open meadow, made drowsy by the sun. One of the deer, a large buck with dangerous-looking antlers, was standing watch, with his dark brown back to them. Multiple deer pups were chasing each other through the meadow around their parents, flecked backs making them all the more easy to spot.