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[Checkers]

Tan coloured paws gently touched the borders of the clan's area. This one seemed like the only one he wanted a place in, the other had a leader called Checkers, who was male, and the other two had okay leaders, but the territory wasn't the one he liked. And the other clans, he hadn't gone near, for the simple fact that he didn't want to be clan leader. He would only mess it up like everything else he believed was his fault. But in truth, everything he blamed himself for, wasn't his fault at all.

His stunning blue orbs looked around, as he stopped to lower his head to a small puddle. He was aware that soon he'd be trespassing, he just hoped that the leader would find him before he actually made his way into the land. He wasn't going to howl for the leader, no. Not because he was lazy and arrogant, trying to be boss, but because he was too timid, and afraid he might accidently make the wrong tone and make it seem like a threat. Dynasto didn't think much of himself at all, and probably never would. He wasn't vain in any way.

His strong body stood lower than usual as he crouched down to take a drink, to show that he wasn't trying to be dominant if the leader saw him. His pink tongue lapped up some of the cold water out of the puddle, as his eyes continued to nervously around for any sign of dogs.

[Kinju]

Rosetta Stone was analyzing her newest investment, her own clan. She was attempting to be the lead female of the Everglade Clan, and so far she had been liking it, not counting the fact that she had no canines in her clan to look after, but she hoped that would change soon. Little did she know, it would.

A scent changed in the atmosphere. It wasn't her scent anymore, there was another canines scent drifting about in the Everglade Clan Lands. Rosetta's slow walk turned to a brisk trot. She was not furious, but thought about the invading scent as an opportunity to gain a member.

Before long she noticed a canine crouched near a puddle. She smiled and trotted up to what seemed to be a canine. She flanked in front of the canine.

"Hello, Sir. May I ask your dubbance and your business in the Everglade Clan?"

Rosetta's sweet melodic vocals rang like windchimes. The Alaskan Husky was proud of her rank, and held her crania high with authority. She would soon enough have her first member if she was lucky.