[F0XFANG]

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What is a Rainbow Paint Wolf? Well it’s easy, it’s a canine that both resembles a wolf and a dog, but prefers to be called wolf. It’s tail acts like a paint brush, paint and all! Paint strangely grows from it’s fur and in order for the Paint Wolf to get rid of it, it needs to paint! They range around the size of your average Labrador, and come in many different colours, but not just of the Rainbow! They can be bright in colour, dark in colour, and even black, white and grey. They also come in Albino colours, but that is extremely rare. Sometimes they even have powers with their paints, but it depends on how rare they are. Paint Wolf’s eat anything they feel like really, meat, fruit, fish, it’s all up to them! During mating season, the males will show off their paintings to attract a female to them. Their mateship is painting a picture together to show their love for each other is eternal and will mark each other their paint. The average litter size for a Paint wolf is 1-2 Pups. Also between the Paint Wolves there isn’t much of a gender difference.

Type 1 Fur - Custom Ears - Custom Tail - Common Blue Paint - Hair

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Ends on the 22nd of August!

[Snowseph]

Marking this. |"D

[Firedancer77]

username; Firedancer77
name; Samson
gender; Male
describe their first kill; To say that Samson's first kill was scarring would be an understatement. There were invaders, and Samson had been fighting alongside everyone else, although he didn't feel like he was making much of a difference. He hadn't done anything specific to eliminate any threats, and he felt that he had to, seeing as he had just barely been made a warrior. That's when he spotted an invader trying to slip away like a coward. It was probably not the bravest attack to make, as they were probably trying to flee back to where they came from, but at the time Samson thought it was being quite heroic to take them out before they could slink off to invade from somewhere else. He tackled them to the ground, and soon it became a bloody tussle on the ground, and there were a few times Samson wondered if he was biting the enemy or himself. Finally, he landed a blow to their neck that sent them sliding backwards. The look in their eyes as they died made Samson stop cold in his tracks. It was a look of desperation and fear, a look that begged to live. In that moment, Samson realized that this enemy was a wolf too. Not a part of the tribe, but still alive none the less. It shook him to the core, and so he boxed the feelings up and hid them away. He had looked into his victim's eyes and seen what he had done, and because he didn't like what he saw, he locked it away. He trained harder and harder after that moment to become apathetic to it. To not care about those he killed to protect his tribe. To stop seeing the wolf inside those he had to fight. He was determined to not realize that underneath the fur of the one he was fighting, they were exactly the same. Never again would he look into the eyes of the dead and regret what he had done. Yet, despite all of his work, there are times when that first messy, bloody kill where he probably injured himself almost as much as the invader haunts his head.

[F0XFANG]

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[F0XFANG]

username; Firedancer77
name; Samson
gender; Male
describe their first kill; To say that Samson's first kill was scarring would be an understatement. There were invaders, and Samson had been fighting alongside everyone else, although he didn't feel like he was making much of a difference. He hadn't done anything specific to eliminate any threats, and he felt that he had to, seeing as he had just barely been made a warrior. That's when he spotted an invader trying to slip away like a coward. It was probably not the bravest attack to make, as they were probably trying to flee back to where they came from, but at the time Samson thought it was being quite heroic to take them out before they could slink off to invade from somewhere else. He tackled them to the ground, and soon it became a bloody tussle on the ground, and there were a few times Samson wondered if he was biting the enemy or himself. Finally, he landed a blow to their neck that sent them sliding backwards. The look in their eyes as they died made Samson stop cold in his tracks. It was a look of desperation and fear, a look that begged to live. In that moment, Samson realized that this enemy was a wolf too. Not a part of the tribe, but still alive none the less. It shook him to the core, and so he boxed the feelings up and hid them away. He had looked into his victim's eyes and seen what he had done, and because he didn't like what he saw, he locked it away. He trained harder and harder after that moment to become apathetic to it. To not care about those he killed to protect his tribe. To stop seeing the wolf inside those he had to fight. He was determined to not realize that underneath the fur of the one he was fighting, they were exactly the same. Never again would he look into the eyes of the dead and regret what he had done. Yet, despite all of his work, there are times when that first messy, bloody kill where he probably injured himself almost as much as the invader haunts his head.

winner??? i got told to judge this even though it's been three years so lmao i guess

[Firedancer77]

oh thank you! ^-^