<:NE- you know what? My fingers are tired… I claim for rebellion, GOODBYE ✌️

Thank you, WWT! I posted the rest at the same time as the first five… there should be eight… but I don’t know where they went. Anybody see them? Do I have to repost them?

Mobius, did you do this? Did they cause a Nexus event somehow?? Am I just really tired???????

Someone give me answers.

Please.

- RAGE ITSELF- I mean… BONE, COME GET YOUR DERANGED ALTER PERSONALITY!

- President Loki

Hey! I’m back. I haven’t been on as of late but I’m here now!

-President Loki.

For the love of everything, if you can't spell "write" correctly you have no right to be insulting people with the ability to spell -_-

~CL1

Hi Im Ghost. If u want more dyes get the new update. Btw Fuschia coloring is for us fan fictioners. Feel free to come and write your stories or chat there.

-Ghost.

President Loki,

I read your story about Cliff and his pack. I don’t understand the ending. Bone was always the nice brother. I think he should have forgave Cliff. You’re stories are usually very good but I’m gonna be honest. I didn’t really like this one. Cliff said himself that bone was the runt. Why would he try to overthrow Cliff? It doesn’t make sense to me.

-kittycat 7.

huh this is brown not bright orange???????

Okay, our brains are much more similar than I first thought... what you just described for Folds of Insanity sounds like what I was thinking.

Hehe... heh...

~CL1 may be a little freaked out.

(P.S.) I kindly request Canary gets a small cameo or something. She is DEFINENTLY in the Opposite lol.

Nothing Special

Three

They were three months old now, and growing faster than ever. Cliff sat just outside of their sleeping den, watching Fern and Vulture wrestle. Tree Frog was crouched nearby, watching them with narrowed eyes, her light gray pelt a silhouette in the shadows.

The longer that Cliff spent around his little siblings and the longer that their personalities swelled and grew and formed, the more of a leader he became. Not only a leader, but a peace-keeper and a rule enforcer.

Vulture was the closest to him. He was still slim, more like a cat than a wolf with his lengthy and wiry body. He loved to wrestle and assert his dominance over his sisters, but never dared challenge Cliff.

Fern was becoming muscular and wasn’t one to let Vulture win a fight. She respected all of her siblings, and ensured that all of them were included, even little Bone. She was probably the only one who interacted consistently with their littlest brother.

Tree Frog was quiet and calculative. That could be a dangerous issue with challenging him for the alpha role one day, but she wasn’t very strong and lost every wrestling match that she initiated with her siblings.

And then there was Bone… Cliff looked over at him, sitting beside their mother, listening to her stories of the ancestors AGAIN. Even after all five of them had started learning to hunt and gotten more food, Bone hadn’t filled out. He was still skinny, but not in a natural way like Vulture. His ribs showed occasionally through his fur, and if he arched his back enough, the ridges of his spine were visible. All that he cared about were the stories that their mother told; he never wanted to join their wrestling, or even their conversations. None of Cliff’s siblings liked him, but Fern made a point to be kind.

Cliff narrowed his eyes as he watched Bone, looking up at their mother with wide blue eyes, listening intently to every detail of her story. So what, he decided, if his little brother didn’t want to play fight? That gave him less of a chance being able to fight well in a challenge for the alpha role.

It was fine if Bone wanted to waste his life listening to stories of their dead relatives. He was nothing special, anyways.

- President Loki

Nothing Special

Two

Cliff’s mother had told him that soon they would get to leave the den and explore the rest of their little camp, and meet the rest of their family. Only mother entered the den, her dark brown and gray fur soft and full of familiar scents, as well as new ones.

Vulture pawed at her throat as she laid inside with them, pushing his snout against her windpipe until she opened her jaws and regurgitated the hunks of meat that made up their meal. Each of Cliff’s siblings tackled the food, writhing to reach the warm, saliva-coated flesh first and eat their fill. And there was Bone, shoved to the back and avoiding his siblings’ scuffles as they battled for their mouthfuls.

Fern shoved Vulture off of another piece of their meal, taking it in her own little jaws and maneuvering her way over to Bone, where she dropped it at his feet. Their little brother mustered a smile of thanks and dove into eating, swallowing quickly before sidling away, hiding between their mother’s strong front legs.

“Enough, Vulture,” she scolded, pushing him away with her nose. “You’ve had your fill. Give your brothers and sisters a chance to eat, too.”

“Can you tell us a story about the ancestors?” came Bone’s quiet voice from where he laid in his safe spot. Cliff had to keep himself from rolling his eyes: that was all Bone wanted to hear about were ancestors, ancestors, ancestors. He never wanted to hear about the outside world, or their family, or hunting. Always the ancestors.

Their mother smiled, nodding. “Of course, little Bone,” she said gently. “Of course.”

- President Loki