Name: Lunar
Forum/ingame username: Moonheart01
Gender: Female
Picture/screenshot:
http://i43BannedImageSite/51ednb.png changes can be made
Age: 15
Rank: Medicine Wolf
Element: Earth
Mate?: N/A
Pups?: N/A
History: Originally part of the Shadow Tribe, she had been abandoned when they closed. Lost, she started a search for a new Tribe. She then joined Heart Tribe. It survived for a short period of time, then they all died out. Next, she went to Crimson, a joy they were. Their leader, Soot, had died, so she was then forced from them.
Personally: Shadowmoon is a talkative wolf, energetic, and never knows when to shut up. Sometimes she can be shy. When a friend, close family, or a pup is threatened, she's often the first to be there.
Others?: Nope.
Rp sample:
Lunar prances around, not sure what her adventure would be today. Perhaps, maybe, just sleeping for once. She pauses, her ears perked. She sensed something, but she wasn't sure what. There was another rustle. Out of a shrub came a tiny hare, perhaps one that was just aloud to come out of the burrow. Lunar crouched, her body wobbling which way and that. The hare looked at her, struck in panic. She ran, trying to catch up to the hare. It ran faster, leaving Lunar out of breath. She pressed on, this time, her crouch more balanced. This time, the hare gently grazed. With one large jump, she landed just on the little rabbit's hind leg. She turned it over, using her claws to dig into the skin, keeping it pinned to the ground. She smirked, proud of her success. Just maybe, MAYBE, when she was old enough, she would be a hunter. But she then though again. Since she was able to understand the ways of the pack, she wanted to be a warrior. Her throughts broke, as the hare began to squirm. She lifted her left paw, keeping her right paw on the hare's stomache. Her paw aimed for the tiny ridges of the throat, she dug her claws in. It was unusual, killing something in that manner. She thought if she were the hare. "Ouch," she whispered to herself. She picked up the hare, her somewhat adult-like body swiftly wavering through the grass. She lay next to a bush, the prey laying against her stomach. To her, this was a joy. A pup that almost entered her training caught a hare. This wasn't joy, this was extremely amazing.*