Sterling
Last Details | |
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Death Age | 8 years 0 months (Elder) |
Sex | Female |
Personality | Combative |
Breeding Records | |
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Death Age in Rollovers | 192 |
Pups Bred | 19 pups bred |
Looks | |
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Base | White (3.14%) |
Base Genetics | Monochrome Light I |
Eyes | Gray |
Skin | Blue |
Nose | Bistre |
Claws | White |
Mutation | None |
Secondary Mutation | None |
Carrier Status | View Report |
Variant | Default |
Markings | |
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Slot 1 | None |
Slot 2 | Sterling Shaded (40%) |
Slot 3 | None |
Slot 4 | Black Smudge (26%) |
Slot 5 | Black Merle Patches (63%) |
Slot 6 | None |
Slot 7 | Silver Cross (50%) |
Slot 8 | None |
Slot 9 | None |
Slot 10 | None |
Birth Stats | ||
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Strength | Speed | Agility |
86 | 78 | 80 |
Wisdom | Smarts | Total |
75 | 73 | 392 |
Birth Information | |
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Moon | First Quarter Moon |
Season | Autumn |
Biome | Riparian Woodland |
Biography
Journey
Sterling, being the second leader of this pack, had a weight on her shoulders. Dagger had led the pack long before she had been born, and with her gone, how would Sterling compare?
She felt like a fraud, taking Dagger's mantle despite not being as wise or calm as Dagger had been. Sterling was rough around the edges, eager for a fight and quick to defend. That wasn't what Dagger had been.
Yet she knew, deep down, that she had been rightfully chosen. It scared her, the finality of her first day as leader. The first weeks, months, years.. they all seemed to pass by.
Sterling could never live up to Dagger's grand legacy, she knew that. But she could try and keep the pack together, she would fight for this pack.
Sterling oversaw their great migration to the cold wintery north, where there were no trees to block out the moon. The moon gave them this pack, gave them her mother and father. They would do right by her.
Sterling saw the expansion of the pack, the way it grew to hold dozens of pups and several wise elders. When she did pass, she felt content with what she had done, and knew Dagger and the moon would be proud.
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Sterling, being the second leader of this pack, had a weight on her shoulders. Dagger had led the pack long before she had been born, and with her gone, how would Sterling compare?
She felt like a fraud, taking Dagger's mantle despite not being as wise or calm as Dagger had been. Sterling was rough around the edges, eager for a fight and quick to defend. That wasn't what Dagger had been.
Yet she knew, deep down, that she had been rightfully chosen. It scared her, the finality of her first day as leader. The first weeks, months, years.. they all seemed to pass by.
Sterling could never live up to Dagger's grand legacy, she knew that. But she could try and keep the pack together, she would fight for this pack.
Sterling oversaw their great migration to the cold wintery north, where there were no trees to block out the moon. The moon gave them this pack, gave them her mother and father. They would do right by her.
Sterling saw the expansion of the pack, the way it grew to hold dozens of pups and several wise elders. When she did pass, she felt content with what she had done, and knew Dagger and the moon would be proud.
🧿
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