Rules

1. Pg 13 at all times!
2. Limit the fighting, there cant always be a fantatic battle.
3. Theres a limit of 4 puppies, others may be born into the pack later.
4. NO wolf breeds, dogs only no other canid hybrid.
5. You may use a picture in your description but at least write something about them in it too.
6. No bullying other users, if i think someones out of line I'll deal with it myself. If you read the rules please post your fav dog breed in your first post. 7.Try and keep the male/female numbers even.
7. Only two characters per person.

Have fun!

Dogs . . . . . . . Females . . . . . . Puppies 1. 2. 3. 4.

Pet's name: Bear

Ragged breathing, heavy footsteps, the alley echos with the remaining sounds of a fight. Black,Tan and also some white fur mingle in the air, fluttering from fence posts like flags. Blood lingers in the air, coppery and tangy to the nostrils of our victor.

Huge even by Alsatian standards, Bear looked very much like his namesake. His paws were the size of dinner plates, his fur though now torn and matted in some places was long and thick. His chocolate gaze blinked down the alley at the bright light on the sidewalk.

Nothing changed. Pedestrians walked by just as ignorantly as ever, completely unaware of the war just been won in the backstreets of Michigan. Nor did they have a clue about the secret society of not humans but abandoned dogs and cats that preyed upon the unwary in the backstreets of this same city.

Bear shook his head slowly, humans would never understand, they'd never accept the idea of a dog city within their very of back gardens in some cases. Shaking the loose fur from his coat he stepped over the dead tom cat, a big ugly beast covered in scars. Glancing once at its one eyed face, Bear spat in disgust and left the alley way.

A few hours later Bear found himself sitting once more in the summer house that lay in the 10 acre grounds of the abandoned mansion. Once a lively place full of humans now it was a place known only by those who had lived here. The summer house was barely visible behind its new skin of ivy and brambles.

It was a place of loneliness...

The dog wasn't old but he wasn't young either, his eyes have seen a thousand horrible things, his ears heard a thousand blessings. Bear was a loyal hound, true to his old 'war' buddies until the day they died. You see the old mansion had once been a old folks home for old war survivors. He had been brought as a guard dog for the place was to big for a security guard to patrol. Growing up around the old army generals and army officials meant Bears head filled with war stories, he lived his days in his imagination.

Naturally as he grew he learned to suppress his playful mind but to this day he still waits for the battle of his life where he can earn his purple heart. Some dogs said he was touched in the head, but he knew he had a path to walk and one day he'd find it.