Roleplaying

Comet looked down at the distressed mother. Her bellowing was ripping out his eardrums! He lowered himself down. Trying to grab the mothers attention, only to be rammed by another pachyrhinosaurus. He fell back into the water, desperatly flapping his wings to get out. No, no! Must escape cold water. Danger can swim! He grabbed hold onto the ice, using  his talons to push himself up. All he was now was a trembling mass of wings and scales. Herbivores pushed themself onto dry land. The mother pachyrhinosaurus emerged from the freezing lake, continuing her bellowing again. Comet was on a chunk of ice, trembling from the dip into the icy water. He beat his wings and lifted off into the sky, looking downwards. He once again spotted the mother's young. The young pachyrhinosaurus was now crying out for its mother.

Flask too, leaped on top of the massive carnivore, digging his sickle claw into it's leg, as well as biting it. this top predator was no match for a group of troodons! Flask jumped from it's leg to it's neck, biting it. unlike the ankylosaur, he couldn't fit his whole mouth over the gorgosaur's neck. but a raptor's claws were to be feared. some younger troodons joined in with the pack, biting at it's legs from the ground. this predator was strong however, and most troodons on the ground ended up getting stepped on or flung elsewhere, wary of the consequences if this happened, flask dug his large claw into it's neck to hang on.

zephyr couldn't find a way into the center of the herd, but at least she could see her young pachyrhinosaurus...she desperately tried to shove some other pachyrhinosaurus out of the way, but they were aggressive creatures, as well, and shoved her backwards. she roared in frustration, and charged forward, and barely, just barely stepped over a queztalcoatlus's head..she didn't care what she stepped on, she pushed whatever was in her way out of her way forcefully, and managed to get headlocked by an elder female. great. the two wrestled around with their neck frills, but zephyr found the strength to shove the elder out of her way. she turned her head around, and saw her young one nudging her side once more. 

Fern sunk her foreclaws as deep as she could to hold on. With her back claws, she raked them back and forth. The gorogsaurus roared and began thrashing back and forth. This carnivore was not going down easily. The gorgosaurus thrashed its tail knocking out two or three troodons. Fern lost her grasp and fell into the deep snow. She regained her strength and leapt up again, this time she focused on its neck. Before she could fully climb up to its neck, the gorgosaurus roared once again, and was now running, knocking off some troodons. The troodons stood up and clambered up the carnivores back. The large carnivore collied its side into a tree, fatally crushing a unlucky troodon.

Comet watched as the angered pachyrhinosaurus met its baby again. Finally, all the loud crying had stopped. The small pterosaur hadn't eaten in such a long time. Maybe there were fish in the lake? He couldn't go back to the lake, he would be eaten by creatures lurking under the ice. 

I shall stay hungry. He collected his strength and flew up again, keeping a close eye on the herd, especially the young. He raised his gaze, up ahead was a few clumps of small trees here and there, too far for the herbivores to see. Once they ever got there, Comet could possibly snatch up one of the young. He just needed to wait.

Flask managed to scramble off of the carnivore before it toppled over onto it's side, unlike the unlucky troodon that once accompanied him. He himself refused to snack on the gorgosaurus, since a much more nutritious ankylosaur was still pretty meaty...so, he hopped over to the herbivore carcass, and called to his mate. He felt safer and less lonely(if dinosaurs can feel) with her by his side. he gorged himself again, he'd rather be fat than skinny, as it was surely going to get colder. he lifted his head to the sky and saw nothing but gray skies...again....oh boy. Flask grabbed a piece of meat and walked over to his mate's and his own's nest before sitting down with the meat. He's had a rough day.

Fern lifted her head as she heard her mate's call. She looked back at the gorogosaurus, only small growls coming out of its mouth before it went silent. She did the same as his mate, she stripped as peice of meat off the ankylosaurus and walked over to the nest. She never felt so exhausted before. The wind didn't bother them too much, since the nest was sheltered by the dead trees. As she finished the slice of meat, there was an unpleasant squeaking. She peeked out the nest, a small opposum-like creature hissed and squeaked with another fluffy creature over a little scrap of meat of the ankylosaurus. They kept quarreling for a while now, Fern was annoyed. She needed to rest! She emereged from the nest, when she came back, she carried a limp rodent in her jaws.

Flask was still feeding, or, busy keeping away the older and younger males...especially now that he had a higher level up in the dominance way of things. He found one male particularly annoying, as he would quickly grab a piece of meat and run off, and then repeat the whole cycle over again. Flask jumped on top of the ankylosaur carcass, and hissed at the male, who eventually got the message and walked away back to his nest, which was empty...perhaps it's mate was killed, or didn't have one? Flask didn't care about others except for right now, he would have a family soon. He hopped over to his nest, and sat down next to his mate, at least the skies were clear....

for now.

Fern watched her mate leap atop the ankylosaurus and hiss angrily at another male. Her mate returned to the nest. Fern lowered herself down,and began eating the oppusum. She ate at least half of it and left the the other half for her mate of for later. She looked up, it was now much darker than earlier. 24 hour darkness, great. Harsh, cold winds still blew, carrying snow and sometimes a little hail. She rested her head on the floor. Other troodons walked off returning to their mates and nest, or if they were still loners, disapearred into the trees. The gorgosaurus's caracass still lay on a tree, underneath it, a crushed troodon.

Comet looked downwards, watching whats left of the herd steadily move towards the clumps of green food. He looked back, as far as the eye can see, was only a frozen lake, and mountains. He could go back, but that would take far too long. He would starve to death by the time he arrived. His gaze returned to the herd. He flew behind the herd, not eanting to be noticed. His hunger was driving the poor pterosaur insane. He only had to wait a while longer. Wait for a herbivore to die, or wait to snatch up a baby.

Flask had been asleep for a few hours by now, but the cold wind had woken him up, cautiously, he raised himself onto the ground and shook off the snow, and looked around. due to their great sense of sight, it was easy to get a look of the tundra...mostly snow, anyways. Flask quickly ate up the other half of the rodent his mate left for him, and went over to the remains of the ankylosaur, which only it's bones and a bit of it's spiky armor remained. Quickly, flask ate the rest of the meat, as even though the troodons be rid of one gorgosaurus, their were surely more than just one.

Fern was still alseep, but there was still the scent of a rotting ankylosaur. Fern raised her, she slightly shook her head shaking off the snow. She turned her gaze to her mate, stripping off a few peaces of meat. The sky was still dark, snow still falling. She looked over at the gorgosaurus carcass. Could she eat it? They killed it after all, and it is meat. She stood up and walked over to the gorogosaurus's corpse. She sniffed it here and there, then took a small peice of flesh from its leg. It's skin and feathers were pretty tough to get through though. 

 Flask licked his lips. for the first time in a long time, he felt...full? usually he was left with hunger pangs for most of his life but...even in the winter, he was full. he trotted back over to his mate, to the gorgosaurus carcass...it barely had any cuts into it, besides a bit of meat taken from it's stomach, most likely from a desperate troodon. Flask walked all over it's body, the warmth from it long gone, especially due to the cold. knowing that a lot of the nutrients carnivores and herbivores stored was in their stomachs, he nosed through the protofeathers of the gorgosaurus and took a bit of meat off of it...in the distance, flask could hear a distant roar...

Fern lifted her head from the carcass, she lifted her snout, taking in some scents. A roar broke the silence. Fern immeadiately knew what this meant. Someone was hungry, it was near. Fern began eating quicker, doing her best do get what she could from the cold gorgosaurus carcass. She whipped around and ran towards the nest. Other troodons tasted the air. Most of them stayed idle or in their nests. There was nothing but the sound of a roar, and some troodons feasting. Fern backed up into the best ad much as she could, huddling herself up for warmth. No one was ready for another fight. Fern was exhausted. She lay her head on a skull,keeping her eyes, ears and nose open.

Flask was walking around, looking for the source for that loud, silence piercing roar. Which was rather stupid, but his instinct pushed him onwards. He saw nothing, even with his keen eye, that could harm him. Flask let out an annoyed chirp, glancing around at other nests, and a few troodon pairs, who already had eggs in tow, hissed at him, and he hissed right back, Flask didn't really care. Something else caught his attention yet again...a small rodent scurrying across the snow, looking for leftover plants or rotting meat...Flask screeched at it, and took off after the rodent. After a few minuted of chasing the mammal, he gave up, as the thing had scurried up a tree. With an exhausted chirp, he walked back to his nest, laying next to his mate, this frustration would be over...soon.

Canada during the cretaceous, though herbivores and some carnivores will migrate to present-day U.S. and even down further to find more food.
You're a dinosaur of the late/early cretaceous of Canada, but the seasons seem to be harsher there, the winters are colder, and for some dinosaurs, this is their first time seeing snow. Would you be able to live in this harsh, unstable environment? or will you perish trying?
History will be made up as you go on.

1. general EX rules

2. No too flashy colors. Males during the breeding season may have some  brightly colored feathers to attract the ladies. but still no rainbow feathers o3o

3. use body language! Dinosaurs cannot speak with words, but they can sure use their body.

 4. Troodons grow to full grown at a year old(age 1), as well as edmontosaurus, but the other herbivores/carnivores grow up at age 2/2 years old