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sexe: male
age: 26 moons (2 years)
physic:
Crowed is tipicall wolf 4.5-6.5 feet from nose to tail-tip he is thin.
He got blue eyes accompaigned with a scare on the left a black nose,
the most of his fur is white just the top of his back that black from begin of the head to the end of the tail
the tail is entirely black.
He got brown hairs and he got the bot of his mouth a brown spot.
The point of his ears are black.
caracter: This wolf like the most is scared by human's but he's a bit over suspicious so crowed is litteraly scared of everithings.
He's loyal if can be he's friend he will never betrayed but don't take for a idiot he can see underlines and you never gonna have his trust again.
Vindictive he never forget what you have done to him if it's bad, he gonna hide when he see you but it's hearts it will be the total opposite.
A dreamer ?
Yes, crowed is dreamer in his dead time when he feel secure he will never stop to dream of a safe world with the powers to change cerain things.
Crowed it not the fighting guy only if he is force to.
story: Everythings begin on the mountains call by the elders "The white trees".
Why this name? Truly I don't know it my mother that tell me that. Maybe it's because on the snowfall times their so much snow tha the trees are white? Whatever come back to me. I'm born the second moon of snowfall. I don't remember but my mother said it was one of beautiful day's of his life just because their was no wind this day. Ye my mother don't need much to be happy. I'm born with my brother and sister's: Rick, Claw, Stormring, Buck, and Whitefangs. The only's who matter really are my brother Buck and my sisters Stormring. Why? Euh.. you doesn't want to know.okey.surr? Than no problem Rick die the first day it's was to cold and he get outside when mother try to make a ball of snow to lock the cold of entering in the den. Claw this idiot die one moon later by trying to hunt a mountain lion. Get reckt! What it's not funny ? Than be Whitefangs turn it was my best play partner when I was pup he was suddendly caugthing he slept and never wake up. So at my six moons their was only me, Stormring, Buck, mother and father. What I don't tell them their name sorry I forget. Mother is call Whitedeath because she was coming of great clan of fighters she don't like it and leave it. Father, Blackfeather because only his tail was black he was a loner like parents that die shooted by man kind. What could I say more about us let me think nah let's begin !
It was night I was 11 moons old I can could finally participated to hunt with my parents. With was huntings a deer tracked for more day's ago. The air was cold it was silent the I could feel the snow under my stomach melt of the endless waiting. The wind make light blow bringing with the smell of the dear it was tired, I begin to hear his long and deep breathing. I could feel a tension growing in my parents but they was still patient. The prey was in my vision, mom begin to move sneakily behind him Stormring was with Buck covering the other side if eventually the deer flee. Mom was ready, enough close to attack. She give the signal. Mom jump and bite the the back leg. Surprised and screaming from pain he made might jump forward kicking out mother to the ground. It was on our range. Father jump firts grabbing the jugular and to push him down. I help him and biting the front leg. In a quick time the animal was down to a long sleep. Dam I was exhausted and hungry but I prefer to check at mom if everything was alright. Mother was trying to walk correctly but his pawn was wounded. Dad took a look at hit and made a quick and soft lick on it. "It's nothing serious we can eat before it's begin to froze." I help with my sister to cary a bit mom. We all eat to satisfaction and be back to the den for a sleep. Few day's later I could not stop worry about mother she was still unable to walk correctly and the wound don't stop to taking strange colours. She could not hunt with us, sleep, and was having terrible coughing. I was asking to father: "Their nothing we could do for mom ?" he look at me sadly " I don't know.." he answered, their was tremor in his voice. He go back to the den with mother.
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