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[Form]
Name: Sapphire.
Nicknames (If any):
Gender:Female.
Age: 3 years.
Looks (picture):
Personality (not an option): Smart and cunning. Best senses for hunting and detecting intruders. Protective , smart, quiet and balanced. Yet.. insecure about herself. Low self confidence around others.
History: Loner for more than half her life, she finally found the solitude engulfing her after mate was killed. She doesn't remember much about her past family or pack, as she was young when she was forced to abandon it forever.
Crush: None.
Rank: Hunter.
Would he/ she be willing to train a trainee?: Yes.
Other:Nope.

[hexa]

(Accepted.)

[gizmo,]

(( Thanks! ))

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Name: "Catriona."

Nicknames (If any): "Nicknames? What's the point in that? Just call me Catriona."

Gender: "Are you telling me that you seriously don't know? Female, duh. Grow some eyes."

Age: "One year. Oh, don't laugh at me and same I'm such a youngster or whatever. At least I'm not a rotting old elder."

Looks (picture): I'll find one later.

Personality (not an option): Catriona has quite the fiery temperament. Her words are sharp and could even be considering cruel sometimes, and often, she has nothing optimistic to add into a conversation. She is certainly not someone you would want to cross when she is in one of her moods, since she doesn't always have the best control over her mind when angered and is prone to attack. She does realize that she is disliked by others due to those stormy features of hers, but that just makes her even more fiery.

It's all a bad cycle. She fears looking weak by changing suddenly and caring about what others think of her, so she remains the way she is - her sharp mouthed, cutting self.

You probablyare thinking the worst of Catriona right now. After all, how good can a wolf like that be? But deep inside, even though she isn't even aware of it and refuses to believe it, she wants company and wants to be loved. She cares about others teasing her, and she remembers. But she's learned to harden herself against those verbal attacks and learned to counter them. If one tries to get close to her, she will push them away and refuse it. But if you really persist on getting to know her better, there will come the day where she will open up and begin to trust.

History: "And why do you care?"

Crush: "Never in my life will that ever happen."

Rank: "Omega. But whatever. Before anyone even thinks of laying a claw on me, they'll already be shredded to pieces."

Would he/she be willing to train a trainee?: "Um, no. Why would I do that? But if I absolutely had to, it had better be an obedient little trainee willing to follow directions perfectly."

Other: None

[Helium.]

None of the following images belong to me in any way shape or form.
Name: "My name, last time checked, is Barrein, pronounced Bar-re-ain, if it is too hard for you to look at."
Nicknames: "There is many to choose from, I suppose, but I believe Barr or Bar will do splendid, and if it isn't much to ask for, the whole name of 'Barrein' should be simplified enough."
Gender: "A wolf, or known more commonly as brute or male, I, last time on the list, ain't a she-wolf."
Age: "Erm, I believe three or four, not in counting so perhaps not accurate, maybe three?"
Looks:

A simple brown colour mixed with tainted blacks, he has cream soft fur which thickens at the break of winter, and thins at summer time. His eyes are a shaded brownish gold, with darker tints around the edges, making an illusion like gaze, though only normally coloured. Darker at legs, and lighter at shoulders, he makes a sort of 'light-dark' shade, and completes with large canines along his mouth, and a small enough build for strength and stamina.
Personality: Quick and agile, with words and with shape, he thinks before speaking, though rather shouts out his lonesome days. Not rather moody, he's mostly kind with a bit of shyness in his eyes, though break it through and he's a real fierce fighter, but never with team mates. He is the type of wolf to trust with your life, and will give his own instead of let a pack member die. His happiness will always be traded for loyalty to the others, and he will promise not to break it, though it's not all perfect in his life, his looks are a little deceiving. Cold at heart with bitter words at times, Barrein tends to break rules without notice, and still, in it's height, continues in all in one loyalty. At some occasions he can snap, but only as a warning to be left alone, life in his eyes is a challenge, as his past reflects it, and through years it would take to get to know him, he'd still show you the side of 'only a pack member', and there is no such thing as friendship, but who knows, deep in side his solidness he could be a smart, wise and loving animal, with a gentle touch, in which he scarcely shows now, he's no rag-doll or toy to mess with, his mind and thoughts are kept to himself, and not to be shared. Though he'd never give way to his past, not to his mate (if ever) even, and maybe not to his pups, as it scars him to the day he'll die, but perhaps it really isn't that bad.
History: Well, as a pup I'd say it was normal, until the age of one year, when it went downhill. He was kicked out like any ordinary wolf, forced to live alone in a horrid winter, until he found one pack on the lower islands, who he'd lived with for a few months, at least four or five, and was forced to fight against his own family, in which they were ruined, he had killed his brother whom knew nothing of him, and though nothing good of him. Barrein wasn't the type to fight against friends, and it ripped him apart to do such a bad thing, but it wasn't a choice, he showed loyalty to his pack and only his pack, and now, it is still the same. It was days later when he was banished, and through months of journeying he found a small den to rest for himself, but after a while it was too lonely, and he found himself a mate, who he'd love and care for, until the day he died...but perhaps it was the day she'd die. After pregnancy she fell ill, the pups still unborn, and it was not cure-able, she couldn't fight it, and so they were lost on a tragic night. He blamed himself, and never forgave it, a hole torn between him, he continued his journey after burying his family. A chance of life was gone, and so he found a new home to call his own.
Crush: "No....n-never."
Rank: "May I be head of the medical?"
Would he/she be willing to train a trainee?: Yes.
Other: "Unless I've missed something, then no."

(May I make a she-wolf later? My brother wants on, and I got to go, hope that's alright.)

[hexa]

(Accepted, and sure, you can make a she-wolf later.)

[Helium.]

{Might add more to her form later.}

Name: "Salutations, my name is Mirror."
Nicknames: "Mirror will do, as you can see, it's short enough, and never call me Mirry, Mir, or Ror."
Gender: "She-wolf, last time checked."
Age: "Err....two years?"
Looks:

A creamy white wolf with taints of brown along her edges. She is quite small, but agile and quick, more of a hunter than fighter, with clear hazel and brown eyes tinted with yellow and red, spotted up with orange and turned over with speckles. Her nose is ordinary, brownish black, and her legs are lengthy enough for a slightly muscular build.
Personality: Mirror isn't perfect, but she is friendly and loves a nice chat, with a warm heart and quick skills of thought. You could barely judge her next move, though she never snaps in front of pack members, only to enemies or prey, will she threat or snarl, sneer or growl, though she may sometimes have temper. Her eyes always look clear of trouble, and she always just wants to be a mother of pups, alone or not, it's her number one dream. Worry doesn't include her much, as she is the one who calms wolves down with kind and soft words, opening up her beautiful personality. The pretty she-wolf may not be perfect at all, but she is herself, and doesn't share everything to everyone or certain people, only if she had family such as pups and mate, which will hopefully come true to the warm little wolf.
History: She grew up like an ordinary pup, but after a while turned to teenage days and had to leave, where she never could find packs to live in. it wasn't long before she found her place, and brightened up almost instantly, spending half of her life hunting and practising until the day she would be suited in pack life, and now came that day. She is a loyal member like the rest, and keeps up her work within the boundaries.
Crush: "Sorry, but no one has caught my eye."
Rank: "Would hunter be all right?"
Would he/she be willing to train a trainee?: "Yes."
Other: "No."

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Name:
Nicknames (If any):
Gender:
Age:
Looks (picture):
Personality (not an option):
History:
Crush:None
Rank:Alpha Female
Would he/she be willing to train a trainee?:Sure.
Other:None

Name:Grissom
Nicknames (If any):None.
Gender:Male
Age:Adult, around four years old.
Looks (picture):
Personality (not an option):
History:
Crush:
Rank:One of the Medical Wolves.
Would he/she be willing to train a trainee?:
Other:

I'll finish these later.

[Helium.]

{ Added my other wolfie. <3 Hope that's okay. :3 }

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-I am making a hunter: Gone With the Wind, A fighter: Shinning Knight, A trainee: Silent Night, And A trainee: Starless Night