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I can do two types of journal entries. Or at least, I can do the two I know of. The first is pack journal entries. Perhaps you have a human biologist tracking your pack. I can create a journal upon your pics and logs for people to view on your website. 

I can also do a more personal journal for your character, a mental one of sorts, that categorizes things with your characters life. This is time consuming- and as of right now- I'm not going to offer doing this at this particular moment in time. However, expect it in the very near feature. 

Here's an example of a pack journal entry, starting with Journal entry 2, with the first being the work of the website owner. The pack is Black Feather, located within the dream Yellowstone in Furcadia. Black Feather

I was born two summers ago... a result of a terrible tragedy. My mother, forced my father, Miren, to have sex with her with the aid of her bloodthirsty pack. Her pack killed my father's pack, his mate, and his only surviving daughter of that litter. For some odd reason, they left my father alive. Left him to his own torment and remorse...

There were only two pups in my mother's litter from that unfortunate incident. Both of us bastards at birth. Myself, and my insane brother, Ihsatik. Ihsatik fit right into the pack as we got older. I, however, inherited my father's temperment, being of a somewhat calm and driven sort, and was urged elsewhere at a young age. Once I had learned the essentials to living as a loner,  I left the pack, in search of the father I never really had.

When I found him, it was apparent he had settled. This was good news, but I was not a fan of his mate, Miyka. It wasn't my duty to say much otherwise, so for the longest time, I merely watched him from a distance...

Miyka died giving birth to two pups. My father, in his desperation and sadness and to my dismay and horror, left the pups unnamed and ready to die. It took some work, but I had managed to provide the pups with some semblance of care, enlisting the aid of some unnamed friends. I went after Miren, unaware that the pups would be in a world of trouble with the affects of those blasted humans. Before I left, however, I named the pups myself. One, I named Miyka, in honor of Miren's belated mate. The other, I named Skyr. 

I was ashamed to see that Miren wished to commit suicide. It took some time, my father's mental health state quite questionable. I spent quite a few moons with him, trying to get him to try and live... his mind and body were weak, and I had to hunt and care for him like a pup. It was during this time that word reached my ears that I had another sibling from my insane mother, whom she named Miren, after my father. This is odd, and I would spend time bouncing between my father and brother, whom ended up being caught by humans and experimented upon. 

When I felt it was safe to leave my father and check on my siblings, I would venture forth. It would seem that Miren's adopted daughter had taken over the pack Resurgence he once led. This was good. It was during my visit that I would see my siblings, Miyka, and Skyr. Both are slightly older than my brother Miren, who seemed to have fallen enamored with the charming Miyka.

I came to discover that my father Miren had came into the area, and I made to track him as able as he interacted with his daughter, Miyka, and then adoptive daugter, Tarria. My attention was soon diverted to my brother Miren, however, as he was being hunted by humans...

My brother Miren was shot; I witnessed the blood splatter in all directions as the pup ran off blindly into the wounds, driven by pain and shock. I killed the human, and out of sheer anger and desperation, was driven out of the woods I had once called home...

I traveled blindly for many days, scarcely eating or drinking. I came across a pack, the Blackfeather pack, weary from my travels. I would seek to rest there on the alpha's permission. I would become more involved, learning from the alpha Talon and other packmates. I would soon learn how naive and foolish I really was. Later, as time passed, I would hear of my father's death... this would affect me most considerably.

Three times, I had a run in with death. Three times, I would be saved from this pack. The bison hunt gave me an injury to my side from a horn and a sprained back from being violently tossed into a log. The second time, I was attacked by a senseless and insane rogue. I obtained injuries to my throat and neck. After this second assault, I was inducted into the pack with 3 others: Celakii, Journey, and Eddie. I was the made the lowest rank- omega- which I have discovered is from my stupidity and pup-like personality. Third time, I foolishly befriended a squirrel- she was so cute and brave- but I let myself foolishly overcome my own wolven instincts. When the squirrel was attacked by the betas' daughter, Epsilon, I would grab Epsilon's tail. Big mistake.

I obtained injuries to my chest and face, and once again, nearly died. Had Epsilon would have applied more pressure, she would have crushed my maw and left me to drown in my own blood. This time, I was worse off than before. I was sent to the den, bleeding and near death, and chastised and punished by Talon. Epsilon tried to make things worse, pitying her tail that would heal quite normally, unlike my wounds, which are bound to scar. I obtained more injuries there out of disrespect- claws were inserted into my snout and a paw pressed deep into a wound. The pain was terrible, but finally, something clicked within my head. I would flip- presumably to Talon's surprise, it's hard to gauge what he's thinking sometimes- and fall into complete and utter submission. Eddie was order to clean me up and keep me warm that night. 

I was allowed out of the den briefly the next day, to get water. In my sleeping in there of later, I would note conversation between Kajto and Talon concerning Icis. Anzali, who wanted to enter the den, came to visit me. It was through her that I managed to breakdown and release pent up feelings that I harbored inside. Now, I could start anew... Later that evening, I was allowed out of the den for food- although I foolishly didn't eat. I would clean myself in the spring, finally freeing my fur of encrusted blood. I had seen my mangled appearance. This will serve as a constant reminder. However, things developed that night that I noticed...

I fear the beta, Betty. And I even fear the alpha, Liger. This fear, currently, is concerning Icis. The fact that she is pregnant via Kajto- accidents do happen- seems to be causing tension and distrust. Talon seems to be accepting of the fact, however he may dislike it, but the others... I need to warn Kajto to take Icis and leave. Perhaps he could find shelter within another pack, but I fear for Icis' life and the lives of her pups if she stays.

My fear with Betty goes deeper. She acts as if she owns Talon, like he's wrapped around her paw. I can say nothing about this matter- it certainly is not my place. But if Talon doesn't start making sure Betty learns her place, I fear for the pack. The pack structure is failing, betas acting like alphas. Talon is letting himself be walked over by Betty, and I believe even Alf has noticed this, from what I can perceive in his actions and responses. The betas and alphas went off to discuss things, and I fear for the outcome of that encounter. I retreated to the den as I was supposed to. I have to obey Talon's orders to regain the pack's trust in me.....

For some reason, I must be missing something. I may have a pup like personality, but I act just like a pup in adult's fur. Disrespectful once again, I took it upon myself to disobey orders and look for Epsilon. Had I simply waited, things would have turned out fine. Instead, I showed I was untrustworthy.

I was beat- torn into by fellow packmates, stripped of my feather... I had thought I had a run in with death before, but it was nothing like this. Somehow, I made it away from the den in shock. My front right leg is broken, to what severity, I am not aware. I ran into Kubo while I was in shock, managing some semblance of a conversation. I learned I was like a catepillar, afraid to enter the cocoon for fear if I become a butterfly or moth. 

Death's clutches slowly slipped over me. My body had taken too much. I was unable to care for myself, no longer able to travel farther to perhaps find my nephew, Janiyo. The last thing I remember of that night, were two really bright lights.... two forms took me. I was too far gone to comprehend what was happening.

The upcoming weeks were a frequent, waking nightmare. I had been picked up by humans. From what I understand, I was frequently sedated, subject to many tests of various sorts. Fur around all of my wounds was shaved clean off, leaving me basically coatless, and unable to keep warm.  Wounds were reopened, cleaned out, disinfected.  My broken leg was also shaved clean of fur and I even cut into. Whatever damage Beej had done, it was severe. 

Scarred, lacking in fur, a metal brace attached to my broken leg, and a white collar to boot, I would be released, having been sedated one last time. I was released close to a pack in the late hours of the evening, apparently the humans were hoping I'd be taken in.

With this ordeal, I would finally enter the cocoon stage. It had taken much longer than it should have, but the encounter with humans would leave me somewhat traumatized and unsure. What if they had done something else...? 

Talon had said that perhaps I could undo my banishment. I had pushed away my family, and now, I needed them more than ever. I needed to talk to Talon and Alf. They had encountered humans, and I was still scared...

I am unable to truly fend for myself. The collar is an ever-present reminder and fear. My many scars showed I payed a price, the missing fur an added humility to my current state. The metal brace? A sign that I was permanently crippled, a sign that if I did not seek to repair the damage done through actions and speak with Talon, I could and would still die perhaps earlier than I would wish.

I am finally understanding what it means to be a wolf; what it means to be a dog. I understand now  the concept of sacrifice for a pack, the concept of sacrificing pride to obey pack orders.

Now that I am released, things are on my mind. I have several missions, things as a test for myself. Perhaps in these self tests I might complete what Talon wanted me to do. The first, is to kill Janiyo. He has endangered bfp by constantly interacting. I know Remnant Song. So long as Janiyo lives, Remnant Song may very well seek out bfp and cause mayhem. I can not allow harm to befall my family if I can help it. If I see my brother Ihsatik, he too will die.

I need to get a black feather, and some bison hairs. I will store these away; one never knows if they may be of use...  I will watch bfp, learn of their allies and enemies. With this information, I will seek re-admittance into the pack. In the dead of night, I will provide bfp with food. Probably fish- I can't catch anything else on this bum leg.

TALON- I understand your angers towards me and the lack of trust now seen in me. However, how will I learn of this challenge of which lies in your mind? If you can not witness the changes I have made, how will you know I am not worthy of your trust to join back with the family of which I hold so dear? These trials have only made my love for bfp stronger.

BEEJ- To you, my respect grows deepest. With this injury you have bestowed on me, that which has made me crippled, I can truly learn to appreciate what I have.

To BLACKFEATHER- How to regain trust which is lost? If you understood more about me, perhaps you would understand my foolish actions. Is this an excuse? It is not a justification, but rather a reason to further grow in knowledge. I can only hope you will see my sincerity now, and if I am allowed into the pack once again, allow me to care for you within my power and your guidance.

GAEDE- My son... I don't even know your name. But what would you think of me, were you to see me now? You would be ashamed, I can feel it. Somehow, I will do something of which you can be proud of for when we actually meet.