All right, for this one start your first post with a short description.
Name:
Fursona:
Coloring:
Clothing:
Markings:
What you're traveling with:
For me, that would be:
Name: Jared
Fursona: Wolf
Coloring: White
Clothing: T-shirt, shorts
Markings: Left hand is all black from above the wrist down, several black lines trace up from the point with solid color towards bicep
What you're traveling with: Backpack has kindling, matches, food of various kinds, compass, pocket knife, canteen, and other such supplies. (Not enough room for a sleeping bag unfortunately.)
Well, let me get this thing started.
The rain had been falling on the white wolf for over an hour and a glance at the sky showed that it wasn't going to be letting up. Lightning split the sky and thunder soon followed. Shelter was the only thing on his mind and he searched all over for it. He knew he couldn't check his map in this downpour or it'd be ruined. His fur was thoroughly soaked and he cursed himself under his breath for not packing anything to keep the rain off. A cave's black entrance loomed off the side of the path about 30 yards away from his spot on the road. He ran as fast as he could towards the entrance of it. Despite it being dark, he could see that the cave wasn't expansive but was the size of a large room. He took off his shirt and wrung it out and shook off his fur. After he had wrung out his pants as well, he dressed again and attempted to find wood for a fire to dry himself off with. It was when he was finding his 4th decently sized piece that he heard something out in the rain...