Crickette (a.k.a Warfeather, after her father, sometimes)
I decided to color in my lovely Isnaroh into this amazing lines. Done almost every accessories, excep the cloths that should be added to the horns.
Also tried to sketch a simple background of the land they live on, but eh, it was quick hehe ^^
Her rank is a trainee for now, mainly because this is how I made her in the competition and because I dont know if other ranks are allowed. But belive me, she will be big one day *evil face*
Nor sure what else to say, so Ill show you her form:
Name:(Preferably not plain) Warfeather Crickette (Warfeather is her father's name, and since everyone says she is exactly like her father - as personality and actions she does/choices she makes - some are using this name)
Age (at most 200 years):(50 is about an average pup/trainee age, 100 actually being adult, 150 nearing elder years. If your Isnaroh is 200 it is nearing death.) 60
Gender: (Self explanatory) Female
Antler type: (Name of the Antlers you used on the wolf) Addax.
Region: (North, South, East, West or Central)(Central is where the main pack/tribe is) She was born and currently living in the north region.
Rank:(Trainee, Defender, and Hunter are the only ranks available) Trainee. unsure about what she would like to become.
Parents:(can be deceased, If not deceased they MUST have an age. No general statements such as elderly or young etc.) Mother - decesed a few months after Crickette's litter been born, at 111 years old. Dad - living somewhere alone around the north region, trying to make himself a new life, thought he knows he is too old. currently 155 years old.
Personality:(things such as Courageous, shy, etc.) Crickette is a proud girl, yet never selfish. She is happy with her life, always positive, Sometimes over reacting a bit. She likes listening to people, thought she doesnt always wait for the details.
She is beautiful and when its needed, she knows how to proof it. She likes using sarcasm, however, she doesnt use it for closest friends, being always honest to them. She has a pure heart and she belives that gems are one of female's best friends. However, family is most important for her.
Mate?: None
Story:(MUST BE CREATIVE, Best if more then two paragraphs) Crickette started her life with the right foot. She was a small yet very energic pup. Thought her mother died soon after the pups were able to carry about themselfs and to go on with their life, this never affected her that much as she thought. She was the only girl from the litter so she was well known as "daddy's girl".
Crickette was and is proud of her life, with good and bads. She started her training late, because she wanted to stay a kid, thought she now enjoys her lessons.
One day she took her dearest brothers to a small walk near the river. While she was watching him playing around, she suddenly felt that some one else was there too. Staying calm, without moving, with her big eyes opened, holding her breath, she let him or her came closer. After a few seconds she started to feel the smell again, knowing its a male. She than smiled to herself and took a serious, yet flirting attitude. She walked next to another tree, passing in front of the male, than sitting down far away from him. He then came right next to her. they were both watching Crickette's brother. Thought all of them were young and at the same age, Crickette was feeling an adult next to him.
Now, instead telling you what happen with the 2 of them, I think they need privacy. Plus, this is not the main action of the story.
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On their way home, Crickette and her brother were silent. Way too silent. They werent looking at each other.
"Hey bro', i just took you to the longest walk I ever did, near to the river and i let you play all day long, and you arent thanking me at all?"
"Thank you."
But, what the...? That wasnt Crickette's brother's voice. She than looked at him. It looked normal, just like her brother. However, it wasnt him. She than sat in front of the new boy, and looked in his eyes.
"oh gosh, you are not my brother! I cant belive I lost him"
Than she turned around and screamed. A small, scarry voice answered to her.
"i cant belive you lost me again! First time was a mistake but 3rd time?! Really, you must hate me!"
"Brother, answered Crickette, taking a feminine voice. I cant hate you, youre my brother. However, you cant choose your family, she joked, with sarcasm in her voice."
"Oh, so you lost him before?"
That was a new voice. the same voice of the little male Crickette spent her time with.
"Crickette, thats my brother. And I think this is yours." He said, smiling. He was truly handsome.
"Yea, yea... he..is..." she tried to say, but she was blushing too much.
"Well, looks like we are going to run on each other frequently. Which, to be honest, isnt that bad"
Kafka looked at him smiling. She was having the mouth open because she was too surprised how amazing he was. He was remembering her about her mother. Always calm, seducing, honest.