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painted skies. a peaceful, hopeful name, yes? must be a tranquil place. this pack as not always been at peace. there was a time when this mighty pack was almost ripped up at the roots, doomed to be just a memory, a thought carried in the wind. years ago there was a young brute by the name of jason. not a scar on him, sporting blue eyes, inky black pelt, will and passion so strong he could win over even the most stubborn wolf. he took the position of alpha not long after his father passed away, the young brute being only three years old at the time. he led his pack with honor, grace, and kept them alive even when it seemed all hope was gone. jason even charmed himself a mate, a fiery, rebellious young fae by the name of war, who once upon a time would not even spare this hopeful brute a second glance. the pair led happily together for two peaceful years, the pack thriving under their watchful eyes. but one winter, tragedy befell their beloved pack. famine, blizzards, death, disease. food had always been scarce during the snowy months, but it seemed to disappear altogether this fateful year. storm brought hypothermia, pneumonia, at least half of the pack dying of starvation or cold or illness within the first month of winter. no wolves were strong enough to hunt, no wolves were strong enough to produce young, a new generation that would be the dying packs hope, and no wolves wanted to. none of them wanted to be together, they just wanted to slink away to their own dens and wait out this awful winter, or die in the process. jason and war watched their pack slowly deteriorate around them, and in the end only four fortunate wolves came out of that winter alive. jason and war, and elder by the name of takuro, and wars' own father, storm. slowly these four rebuilt the pack of painted skies, taking in loners and rouges, anyone in need of a home, but all four knew that this could not happen again. painted skies could be destroyed, lost forever if this happened again. they needed new generations, they needed strong pups to carry on the packs' legacy, and so, takuro, jason, and war came up with a policy. one highly respected wolf, a wise elder, calm and experienced, ranked even above the alphas, would watch the pack and its' wolves closely from spring to summer. this elder would study the wolves, their personalities, who worked with who, who was best and hunting, who best at fighting, and would later assign these wolves together. yes, it did no matter if these wolves were in love, they would be paired together by the elder and become a mated pair. some wolves were outraged, however what the alpha says goes, and the pack was held under a firm paw from then on. takuro became the first elder, and the pack thrived, growing in population, growing stronger, claiming more territory. jason and war raised their own litters under the eye of takuro, and even after the death of these determined leaders, the pack remained. new alphas were chosen, new elders, new mates, seasons passed, years passed. the pups of jason and war passed away, but not without leaving pups of their own, the legacy of their mighty parents passed down to them. still, these names are praised in the pack, carried by descendants of the alphas who saved their pack in the most unlikely way.

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• name// bane
• age// eleven years
• gender// male
• rank// the elder
• personality traits// devoted, reserved, gentle, confident, stern, intelligent, kind, caring, witty, humorous, gentle, chivalrous, sarcastic, patient.
• history// wip
• appearance// ninety-eight pounds & thirty-one inches at the shoulder[average size], black and gray, amber eyes, lean, tall, lanky, skinny.
• crush// none
• mate// deceased
• pups// none
• other// none

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• name// sebastian
• age// six years
• gender// male
• rank// alpha
• personality traits// devoted, reserved, gentle, confident, quiet, calm, observant, intelligent, alert, demanding, expectant, loyal, energetic, fearless, stubborn, determined, ruthless, aggressive, protective, quick, strong.
Sebastian is a great wolf- although he doesn't always come off as such. Unless you are very close with him, he is quiet and distance and stand-offish, aggressive even. He makes it very hard for anyone to grow attached to him with this behavior- which is what he wants. In his mind, so long as nobody cares about him, he can leave when necessary, do what it is necessary, for he can brunt the pain of loss should he need to, but he wouldn't impose that on another wolf. When it comes to his duty to the pack, he is very serious and observant, fiercely protective and loyal. He would do anything to protect his pack, after not being able to protect his family before he feels he must, no matter what he must do to help them. In privacy, behind closed doors with those he really cares about, he is devoted and gentle and affectionate, a wonderful father and a wonderful mate.
• history// Sebastian was not born in this pack; in fact, he was born in a forest far to the south to a pair of loners, his mother and father; Valentine and Romance. They were desperately in love, they would have done anything for each other or their pups, and going up, Sebastian always hoped he would find a similar bond with a fae one day, when he was grown and ready. Sebastian lived a very normal, boring young life, staying with his parents and siblings for a good four years. When he was two, they traveling family stumbled over a pup; snow white, small, scared, just a year old. She had lost her pack, lost everything, so naturally, Valentine and Romance took her in. Sebastian and the fae, Shae, form an incredibly close bond. When he was three, they became mates. Sebastian would have done anything for her- anything and everything. A few short months later, their pups were born. Three beautiful little baby girls, two snow white and one gray, all fluffy and tiny, with beautiful gold eyes like their mother. He adored them, he would have given his life for any of them- and he almost did. He had just turned four when a brush fire started in the middle of one particularly hot summer. It engulfed their home, and with each breath smoke filled his lungs, with each second that passed searing flames lapped at his coat. In the end, Sebastian was able to save only one member of his beloved family; his smallest daughter. For months he grieved over his mate and his lost pups, his parents and siblings. At the age of five, Sebastian and his daughter stumbled over a new, growing pack, and were welcomed in. They made themselves at home with this pack, and eventually, after the old alpha Bane retired to become the elder, Sebastian was even elected to become the next alpha male instead of the betas, for the pack rallied around him.
• appearance// one hundred and thirty pounds & forty-five inches at the shoulder[very large; a good foot taller than most wolves], white, brown eyes, tall, muscular, broad, bulky, large, fluffy.
• crush// none
• mate// none
• pups// Alice
• other// none

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• name// whisky
• age// four years
• gender// male
• rank// warrior
• personality traits// up beat, friendly, sweet, humorous, flirty, cunning, witty, alert, observant, intelligent, good-natured, bit of a pessimist[bit not annoyingly so], charming, charismatic, easy to love, laid back, loyal, honest to a fault, considerate, focused, determined, 'happy-go-lucky' attitude, postured, curious, cautious, protective.
Whisky is a wolf you can always count on to be there with a joke and a warm smile when you're feeling down- he tends to pick up on glum emotions and strives to raise them. He is very up-beat and humorous, having proven useful at calming frayed nerves when things get tense between pack mates. He is neutral ground; never taking sides, but showing complete loyalty to the pack as a whole. While sometimes he acts completely oblivious, and other times he can be laid-back and slow going and sarcastic, he is a very intelligent, observant brute who picks up on little hints and hidden looks right away. He is considerate of everyone and everything around him- but that doesn't stop him from being very, very honest. To the point where it gets him in trouble. Whisky is the type of friend that would sit up all night at your side and just listen to you sleep after a bad day, in case you woke up and needed him, and still go on the next morning to do his job without ever complaining or hinting at exhaustion. He is overall a great wolf- a great companion, who would never let on to his own issues, instead going out of his way to fix pack mates' problems.
• history// Whisky was born into a small pack that used to reside northeast from his new home; it was a strange pack. There were two alphas; two males, joint rulers. One was cruel, vicious, and unforgiving, while the other was kind and reliable and calm. The pack was always bickering, fighting over who they should obey, who was better, who deserved the obedience. And Whisky had friends on both sides, so be became an expert at staying calm and neutral, at calming down his companions when they started bickering and fighting as they always did. When he was just about two years old, however, an acquaintance who shoved devout loyalty to the cruel king attacked his closest and most trusted friend, grievously injuring him. The next morning his best friend passed away from the wounds, and Whisky emerged from his den exhausted and bloody after sitting up all night, helping the single medic do everything that could be done. And the very same wolf that had killed his friend snicked as he walked by- all emotion or friendship was lost in that moment, and Whisky launched himself at the brute in a pure white rage. Even as exhausted as he was, when the rest of the warriors in his pack finally pulled the two apart, he left the brute in a sorry state, bloody and whimpering with his tail between his legs. Both males were exiled from the pack, and not long after, Whisky found himself here. This new pack took him in happily, and Whisky promised to make himself useful in turn.
Skills ;; Whisky is a very skilled warrior, but that doesn't stop him from thinking he can hunt with the best of them as well[He really can't. At all.]. Whisky is also known for his patience and ability to defuse tense situations with his light-hearted attitude and neutral stance on everything.
• appearance// one hundred and ten pounds & thirty-three inches at the shoulder[average/large], red/cream/black, brown eyes, fluffy, muscular, broad.
• crush// none
• mate// none
• pups// none
• other// none

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• name// garrett
• age// three years
• gender// male
• rank// hunter
• personality traits// outgoing, alert, friendly, intelligent, protective, good-natured, active, affectionate, flirty, quirky, humorous, pessimist, cynical, slightly egotistical, charming, quick, honest, sarcastic, sly, cunning, stealthy, easy to love, charismatic, witty.
• history// wip
• appearance// ninety pounds & twenty-six inches at the shoulder[average/small for a male], black and brown, golden eyes, lean, lanky, agile, smallish.
• crush// none
• mate// none
• pups// none
• other// none

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• name// vegas
• age// five years
• gender// female
• rank// warrior
• personality traits// aggressive, observant, intelligent, witty, cunning, dominant, short temper, loyal, protective, friendly[only sometimes], ruthless, relentless, stubborn, confident, opinionated, quiet, volatile, devoted, loving, stable, reliable.
• history// wip
• appearance// one hundred and ten pounds and thirty inches at the shoulder[avergae], black and gray, golden eyes, muscular, broad, threatening.
• crush// none
• mate// none
• pups// none
• other// none

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• name// poet
• age// three years
• gender// female
• rank// hunter
• personality traits// alert, responsive, active, intelligent, sociable, quiet, calm, observant, kind, loving, loyal, trustworthy, selfless, cheerful, bashful, accepting.
• history// wip
• appearance// one hundred pounds and twenty-seven inches at the shoulder[average], average timber wolf[black/red/cream/white], pale hazel/brown eyes, lean, fit, agile, fluffy.
• crush// none
• mate// none
• pups// none
• other// none

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• name// alice
• age// three years
• gender// female
• rank// healer
• personality traits// alert, tenacious, responsive, intelligent, shy, friendly, calm, quiet, sweet, loving, patient, accepting, determined, trusting, reliable, upbeat, optimist, lovable, stubborn, takes work seriously, adoring lovable, gentle, parental.
Alice, as expected by just taking a glance at her, is a rather shy, reserved young wolf. She is sweet and upbeat and loving, becoming very attached to everyone she meets very quickly. She is very much an optimist, so when she loses a patient, it hits her very hard, and she always blames herself for the loss. She is determined, stubborn, even, when it comes to her work- refusing to give up on any wolf no matter the sickness or injury until she's either succeeded or the wolf had passed. Alice is patient, and gentle however, willing to go to great lengths for anyone she meets, no matter what they need from her. Alice is very much a tenacious wolf, mainly because when she was a pup everything she cared for and held dear was ripped from her so quickly, so now she holds tight to anything[her father, primarily] she cares greatly about. She would be a great mother one day- and she very much hopes to be.
• history// Alice hasn't had much of a history yet, seeing as she has only just turned two years old, but in her short lifetime she's had her fair share of excitements. She was born to a small 'pack', of sorts. In truth, it was her grandparents, her parents, her fathers' three siblings, and of course her two sisters. She was only, what, five months old when disaster struck, however. Alice and her two sisters, both already much larger than herself, had run out into the forest to play one hot summer afternoon, looking for a pond or creek to splash around in. Well, what they found was very much the opposite. Not far from where their family had made their newest temporary home, a large brush fire had started raging, quickly devouring the forest. Terrified, the siblings called out for their family. All seven wolves came racing to the rescue, but her sisters had already been claimed by the flames. Alice herself had collapsed from fear and smoke inhalation, her memory of the event foggy. She remembers hearing her family call out to one another, searching for her and her sisters, and remembered hearing their voices die down one by one, claimed by the smoke and heat. She was surrounded on all sides by dry, burning grass and brush, but that didn't stop her father. As soon as he finally located her from her weak cries, the big white wolf burst through the flames, scooping her up and tucking her close to his chest as he raced for their lives. He was burning, she could tell, but he didn't cry out or stop to address it, not until they were safe, and at that point all the fur on his chest and right shoulder/leg had been burned off, the skin hot and black and bleeding. But he didn't hint at the pain- he would have taken on anything to save his family, especially his daughters. Eventually, with careful treatment on Alice's behalf, his wounds healed, but the skin was scarred; black and smooth to the touch, like plastic, but bumped. No fur would grow on his right shoulder or leg again, his chest grew back out for the most part, minus a few inches to the far right that had been burned just as badly as his shoulder. Within a few months, father and daughter found themselves at a new pack who took them in happily, and Alice made herself at home as their lead healer- after having to help her father she'd taken an interest in such things, and had become quite a skilled herbalist.
• appearance// eighty pounds and twenty-one inches at the shoulder[small], average timber wolf[black/brown/cream/white], pale hazel/brown eyes, lean, fit, agile, fluffy, small.
• crush// none
• mate// none
• pups// none
• other// daughter of sebastian

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[color=#FF0000]Ꭺ ᒍ Ꭺ Ӽ[/color]➵ Male➵ 6 yo➵Commander➵Crush: Open➵ Tagged;


[color=#00BF00]ᏞᎽᎪᏞᏞ[/color]➵ Female➵ 4 yo➵Hunter➵Crush: Open➵ Tagged;[/size]

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Name➵ Storm
Nick Names➵ Stormy, anything you want really, but Storm is fine
Gender➵ Female
Age➵ 4
Rank➵ Beta Female
Appearance➵ Storm is a gorgeous white wolf with stunning, crystal blue eyes. Her pelt is as white as snow and very fluffly/well taken care of compared to other wolves. Her height is about average for a female wolf and she weighs slightly under the average weight, but she is not starving or under nourished. She has long, slender legs and an agile, skinny body. Her body is very slender, but that makes her perfect for speed, hunting, and she can easily move faster in fights. Compared to over wolves, she has an unusually long, fluffy tail. Even though she has a very distinctive, unique look, it makes her very attractive and gorgeous.

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Personality➵ Outgoing, cheerful, stubborn, confident, courageous, trustworthy, hopeful, resilient, caring, lovable, focused on job, good at taking charge when needed, friendly, persistent, skillful, intelligent, perseverance, nurturing, kind, can become very protective over loved ones
Likes➵Running, hunting, fighting, socializing, swimming
Dislikes➵Confined spaces, rats, fire, humans
Strengths➵Speed, fighting, taking charge when needed, very agile, hunting in a group
Crush➵Sebastian. She won't admit it, but she has a secret crush on Sebastian that tugs her heart deep down inside of her. Even though they are assigned mates, she will try to spend every moment of him and becomes very jealous when other females begin to talk to him. Storm would love to confess her love, but is terrified of what he will say, but also struggles with the thought of another female confessing her love for him or Storm not being assigned to be his mate. To other males, she doesn't actually care and can't even imagine being assigned one of those weak mutts.
Mate➵ None
Pups➵ None

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Name➵ Ajax
Nick Names➵ Ace, Jax, Aj
Gender➵ Male
Age➵ 6
Rank➵ Commander
Appearance➵ Very muscular yet skinny and agile male, his body build is slightly larger then the average male height. He has amber/ginger coat with white markings on his underbelly, paws, tail, and neck as well as striking golden eyes.

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Personality➵ Ajax is the classic confident, popular, goofy, strong, and outgoing male. He is also resitilent, stubborn, agreesive at moments, but is secretly a big softy. When his is in battle, he becomes very serious and devoted to winning, almost the opposite of his normal self. He always puts the pack first and will fight to death for them. He can become very aggressive with people he doesn't trust, but he normally is very fun and loyal. Normally he won't admit it, but he's very protective.
Likes➵Socializing, fighting, having fun,
Dislikes➵Shy wolves, strict rules, having nothing to do, boredom
Strengths➵Fighting, planning strategies, interrogate, being loud/annoying, liked by many
Crush➵O P E N
Mate➵ None
Pups➵ None

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Name➵ Lyall
Nick Names➵ Lye, Ly, not really anything else
Gender➵ Female
Age➵ 4
Rank➵ Hunter
Appearance➵ he is a smaller then average by a few inches in height, but makes up for it in her caring personality. She is very fast and stealthy, which makes her great for hunting, but doesn't have as much strength. Her sleek pelt is mostly black with patches of brown/tan on her underside and muzzle and she has yellow/green eyes that are very unique and can be intimidating to other wolves.

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Personality➵ Shy, caring, skillful, intelligent, great senses, athletic, quiet, cheerful, hopeful, stubborn
Likes➵ Hunting, quiet, running, long walks, sun sets
Dislikes➵ Crowds, loud noises, thunder storms, large fights, is terrified to get a mate
Strengths➵ Hunting, speed, intelligent
Crush➵ O P E N
Mate➵ None
Pups➵ None

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accepted c:

[GallopingHowl]

accepted c:

I added another wolf to my form if that's okay ^^

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yep, that's perfectly fine. ^.^

[deku.]

(Not my picture, it comes from Don Komarechka on Flickr .)

A v a l o n
|| 3 years of age || female ||

the basics
name; Avalon
nickname; Ava, but Avalon is better
age; 3 years and three months
gender; Female
rank; Lead Hunter

on the outside
fur; Gray blacks, and whites with a touch of brown.
eyes; Blue
height; A bit taller than the average female
frame; Slim, yet fit.
breed; full wolf

on the inside
strengths; hunting, and stealth
weaknesses; swimming, climbing
crush; pm me
mate; to be chosen
pups; none
other; none
personality traits;
'good'
considerate
confident
ambitious
clever
careful
'bad'
impatient
stubborn
rowdy
somewhat shy
easygoing

Avalon had a fairly normal pup-hood. Her parents were put together by the last Pack Elder, and grew to love each other very much. Avalon was born with one other sibling, but they passed away with complications from the birth. Her family grief-stricken, they made sure to care for Avalon until she was upped to a Young Blood. Once that time came, Avalon's pampered, sweet personality changed. She became rowdy and stubborn, making messes and pulling pranks a lot. That was probably the most common stuff she did before she was upped to a Huntress. She spent her time working on techniques and often caught many prey. Which lead up to her being promoted to Lead Hunter, and her present day life. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

(Not my picture, it comes from Misc-Photography)

R e n
|| 4 years of age || male ||

the basics
name; Ren
nickname; Ren is short enough
age; 4 years
gender; Male
rank; Warrior

on the outside
fur; Browns, tans, and whites.
eyes; Pale amber
height; A couple inches taller than a regular male.
frame; Slim, yet fit.
breed; full wolf

on the inside
strengths; fighting, swimming
weaknesses; hunting, climbing
crush; pm me
mate; none
pups; none
other; none
personality traits;
'good'
calm
clever
cheerful
determined
fearless
'bad'
impatient
sly
stubborn
a bit uncontrolled.

Ren had a somewhat rough pup-hood. His mother passed away while giving birth to him, leaving him with his overly-strict father. His father often got angry at him, or sometimes taught him some of his tricks. Like being as sly as a fox, or how not to rush into things. After Young Blood, he decided to go into the Warriors rank, which pleased his father. Unfortunately, his father passed on in the upcoming week. As he was one of the older dogs. Ren, however, had mixed feelings about his passing.

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-- accepted; sorry for the delay. ^.^ when two more people join we can start. c:

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