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βαƨιcƨ--
ʋƨɛяиαмɛ :: Mischief Managed (~мιѕcнιєғ мαиαgє∂~)
иαмɛ :: StelMaria
иιcκиαмɛ :: Nope, just StelMaria. (Stel-M-are-ee-ah, are as in we are going outside.) ^_^
ɢɛи∂ɛя :: Female
αɢɛ :: Almost 4.
Ƥнʏƨιcαℓ Ғɛαтʋяɛƨ --
нɛιɢнт :: about 34 in. to top of head.
ωɛιɢнт :: ... I have no idea, i guess i'll fill this in later?
ɛʏɛ cσℓσя :: Icy Blue.
ρɛℓт :: She's a Pale grey color, with shaggy, but shiney fur. On her face, there are strange markings around her eyes, and on her hindquarters, three jagged stripes. The tribe she came from all had markings alike- from crescent moons on their flanks, to stars on their foreheads. StelMaria's just happen to be more subtle then others were. The tip of the stub she has for a tail is also the same pale grey as all her other markings.
вʋιℓ∂ :: She is muscular, and sleek pelted, yet tiny enough to show feminism.
∂ιƨтιиcтιʌɛ ғɛαтʋяɛƨ :: She was Born Without a Tail!
Яɛℓαтισиƨнιρƨ --
cяʋƨн ::~
мαтɛ :: ~
ғαмιℓʏ :: 3 Brothers, and her mother- Left behind in her old pack.
Ƭнιƨ ιƨ Ѧɛ --
ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ :: StelMaria likes to be in charge. She will take orders- but not always willingly. She enjoys Having attention on her, and is talkative. She's wise- for her age, and is always up for listening to problems and giving her advice. She keeps personal problems to herself.
нιƨтσяʏ :: StelMaria ditched her old Pack. It was being torn apart anyways.
They were a mountain Clan, living in caves and hunting eagles. It was fine- until a small pride of mountain lions made their home on the Pack's side of the mountain. Everything went downhill from there. They'd pick off the weakest members first- While they were hunting alone or sleeping. Then it was the young and foolish that were targeted, and a couple weeks from there, there were only a handful of Wolves left, including her family, but StelMaria left to see that she wouldn't have to come back from a hunting trip to hear that a Wolf in her family was either missing or mauled. Sometimes she regrets it deeply, but inside she knows its better to leave her past behind her.
ℓικɛƨ :: Running. Running fast and non stop. She doesn't care where she's going, she just loves the feeling of a breeze on her pelt.
∂ιƨℓικɛƨ :: ~
ғɛαяƨ :: Definitely Mountain Lions, but that shouldn't be a problem anymore.
Δиʏтнιиɢ Єℓƨɛ --
яαиκ :: May she be a Healer Please?
σтнɛя :: ~

βαƨιcƨ--
ʋƨɛяиαмɛ :: Mischief Managed (~мιѕcнιєғ мαиαgє∂~)
иαмɛ :: Raven
иιcκиαмɛ :: Her brother Calls her Hawk-Bait, since she wandered hear a nest of one when they were pups and was almost Clawed to death.
ɢɛи∂ɛя :: Female
αɢɛ :: 3.
Ƥнʏƨιcαℓ Ғɛαтʋяɛƨ --
нɛιɢнт :: about 29 in. to top of head- About the size of a border collie.
ωɛιɢнт :: ~
ɛʏɛ cσℓσя :: One Bright Orange, the other Glazed over and Blue.
ρɛℓт :: She's got shiny, pretty Blue-ish Black fur, Giving her the name Raven. Like her brother, her back right foot is white. She looks like her Mother, Trinket. Along her sides, she bares a few scars, from claws which have been raked down her sides, and on her back leg, a small patch of missing fur, where her pink skin shows through. The tooth marks of an angry bobcat protecting her cubs dot the right side of her neck. The fur on her back is Darkest, and grows lighter as her fur thins out and is shortest around her paws.
вʋιℓ∂ :: She was a Runt- and still sort of is. Raven is tiny and a bit scrawny. Sometimes you'd think she was only half wolf.
∂ιƨтιиcтιʌɛ ғɛαтʋяɛƨ :: She is Blind in her left eye. She was born that way, never knowing how it felt to have perfect vision.
Яɛℓαтισиƨнιρƨ --
cяʋƨн :: ~
мαтɛ :: ~
ғαмιℓʏ :: 1 Brother- Rowan.
Ƭнιƨ ιƨ Ѧɛ --
ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ :: Sometimes rude, but usually just loud and a bit hyper. Shes quite Feisty, and loves a good fight. Needs rest, or she'll be grumpy all day. Interrupt her sleep, and she'll interrupt your breathing.
Raven often keeps to herself, scared that if she opens up to anyone, her secrets won't be safe. Trust is a major issue with her, so is respect. To get gain them from her, you need to earn them, and earn them well.
нιƨтσяʏ :: Her and her Brother were exiles. Falsely accused exiles, might I add. The healer was mysteriously killed, and Raven and Rowan were the ones who knew most about herbs aside from him. He wanted the both of them to be next in line for Healers, and they spent most of their days in his den with him. So everyone assumed that he was poisoned with Nightlock by the two siblings, in order for them to gain the status they were yet to posses until he died.
ℓικɛƨ :: Hunting. She's as silent as night, and always seems to bring back good game.
∂ιƨℓικɛƨ :: ~
ғɛαяƨ :: ~
Δиʏтнιиɢ Єℓƨɛ --
яαиκ :: Head Female Fighter, if that's okay.
σтнɛя :: Raven wants to compete in Black Dawn. She also hates it when people misjudge her abilities because of her blind eye.
βαƨιcƨ--
иαмɛ :: Rowan
иιcκиαмɛ :: ~
ɢɛи∂ɛя :: Male
αɢɛ :: 3.
Ƥнʏƨιcαℓ Ғɛαтʋяɛƨ --
нɛιɢнт :: 36 inches.
ωɛιɢнт :: ~
ɛʏɛ cσℓσя :: Bright Orange
ρɛℓт :: He's a reddish Brown color, and looks exactly like his father, while Raven looks like her Mother. His tummy and back right foot are White. Some patches of his fur are darker than others, or more of a russet color. His fur allows him to hunt best in the fall, blending in with the dried leaves and dead bracken.
вʋιℓ∂ :: Muscular and Strong. Broad Shouldered.
∂ιƨтιиcтιʌɛ ғɛαтʋяɛƨ :: ~
Яɛℓαтισиƨнιρƨ --
cяʋƨн :: ~
мαтɛ :: ~
ғαмιℓʏ :: Raven, His Sister.
Ƭнιƨ ιƨ Ѧɛ --
ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ :: Playful, quiet, and friendly. He's funny, but takes his role in the Pack seriously. Rowan is loyal,
and very protective of his sister and friends.
нιƨтσяʏ :: Same as Raven.
ℓικɛƨ :: ~
∂ιƨℓικɛƨ :: ~
ғɛαяƨ :: Nothing in Particular.
Δиʏтнιиɢ Єℓƨɛ --
яαиκ :: Hunter please.
σтнɛя :: ~