Rebirth of the Pack
by twolf
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It was the best of times for the Crimson Collar pack. Thanks to a series of unlikely events, a band of three wolven had expanded to that of fifty...at last count, anyway. Several more in the area had appealed for a spot in what had become an elite group, and thanks to the discovery of an ideal den behind a waterfall, there was more than enough room. Several young males had begun to take charge of others, while still being able to easily work together with others.

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Quarter-Final: Cats vs. Dragons



“...Aside from that, anything you do will be allowed…including eating each other. Just try not to pop the ball, alright?” From the beginning of the speech, Draco was just so very sure that he would be paired up with Christine. He'd questioned Leon about it earlier, and was reassured that the process was completely random. This was probably just some freak occurrence... not like it was fate, or destiny, or anything.


And

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In a very dark room, seven or so furs were seated around a long, polished black table. Nearly all of them were shrouded in darkness, only distinguishable to any onlookers by their build. Most notably, a grey wolf was sitting at the head of the table, holding his head up with one paw. He looked rather bored with the whole meeting they had going...on one side of the table, his left, a jackal, a chameleon and a fox were conversing quietly amongst themselves, every so often looki

Archfiend of Nevermore
by TurboWolf
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Quite commonly known, is the tale of the Archfiend of Nevermore; though, as most stories are, the exact details of it are varied; and, the entirety of them are wrong. In the area that the Archfiend is said to have inhabited, the eastern parts tell of a demonic creature, surely spawned from the depths of the underworld; with sharp teeth, wicked claws and a taste for the blood of the innocent. Now, how this story came about, or the knowledge of the Archfiend'

Furry Arm of the Law

By Sly Cooper


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It was nighttime. A raccoon moved silently through hallowed halls, stopping only to take quick glances at the numbers on the doors before moving on. He almost passed his mark, a green door with a wreath on it. His friends had warned him that this one wasn't worth it. Sly didn't need this item for anything in particular...more of a pride thing. He raised a furry paw to the engraved name on the door, in the center of the wreath.


"Carmelita F

Katt Scratch Fever

By Sly Cooper


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She was getting quite good at what she did.


She thought so, anyway. The Katt stood a good thirty feet above the rest of her clan on her usual cliff, the majority of them sporting bloated midsections, enough extra weight to immobilize them. Those that remained were contented in prodding at and petting them. Katt let out a bit of a chuckle, and stretched a bit before lying down.


Although not close to the largest of her clan, she was most und