Owlfeather
| Last Details | |
|---|---|
| Death Age | 7 years 7 months (Elder) |
| Sex | Male |
| Personality | Imaginative |
| Breeding Records | |
|---|---|
| Death Age in Rollovers | 182 |
| Pups Bred | 5 pups bred |
| Looks | |
|---|---|
| Base | Dark Fawn (0.3%) |
| Base Genetics | Muted Dark I |
| Eyes | Gray |
| Skin | Black |
| Nose | Black |
| Claws | Black |
| Mutation | None |
| Secondary Mutation | None |
| Carrier Status | View Report |
| Variant | Default |
| Markings | |
|---|---|
| Slot 1 | None |
| Slot 2 | None |
| Slot 3 | None |
| Slot 4 | None |
| Slot 5 | None |
| Slot 6 | Cream Tamaskan Unders (41%) |
| Slot 7 | None |
| Slot 8 | White Urajiro (36%) |
| Slot 9 | Black Wings (28%) |
| Slot 10 | White Light Husky (23%) |
| Birth Stats | ||
|---|---|---|
| Strength | Speed | Agility |
| 74 | 70 | 76 |
| Wisdom | Smarts | Total |
| 220 | 219 | 659 |
| Birth Information | |
|---|---|
| Moon |  New Moon |
| Season |  Summer |
| Biome | Taiga |
Biography
Birth Certificate
Birthdate: Feb 10 (Summer)
Mother: Grousewing
Father: Brownleaf
Birth Stats: 71STR 73SPD 76AGI 227WIS 219SMR = 666
Pupsitter: Ghostshadow
Owlfeather was an imaginative little boy who loved to wonder what was around every corner. He might tell his nurserymates that a cryptid was hiding just behind the Clinic cave or a giant bear was swimming in the creek. Maybe he saw the ghost of a past Alpha walk by the opening of the Nursery den while everyone else was asleep. Or the big rock on the other side of the meadow was really a human machine in disguise. None of these tales were true of course, but that didn't stop Owl from amusing everyone with them day after day. His father Brownleaf was especially charmed by his little storyteller's claims and would make time to listen to him whenever he was home from hunting.
At the Academy, Owl was assigned to study wisdom and smarts to build on his strengths. He was an average student, not excelling in any particular subject. But after class was when he came alive. He made up stories and songs constantly with never a dull moment. His teachers wished that he brought that much energy to his lessons, but everyone appreciated his creativity. His father was still his biggest fan though, and when the pupsitters recommended Owl for a hunter role, Brown was quick to claim him as his apprentice. Owl didn't seem to mind the decision being made for him. He was too busy making up stories about a nearby rabbit warren.
During his apprenticeship, Owl went with his father on hunting trips and found that making up stories wasn't always appropriate. His fibs and fables sometimes distracted team members or caused a stir afterwards and Brown had to scold him more than once to keep these things to himself. The Alpha did not want to hear exaggerated stories about a hunt that never happened and Owl was sent back to the Apprentices' Den once while his parents apologized for his nonsense. Later, Brown explained to Owl that while making up stories was fun and amusing at home, it had no place in hunting. Hunting was about feeding the pack, the most important job of all. He would have to find a healthy outlet for his creativity. To that end, Brown pushed Owl towards Milkfroth, curator of the pack's written story archive. A storyteller should also be a story lover, Milk said, and Owl certainly was. It wasn't long before Owl was an apprentice librarian as well as a hunter.
On his first birthday, Owl was almost late to the party because he was reading over his favorite Nursery tales and lost track of time. Those days of cuddling with his siblings listening to stories seemed so far away now and he was sad to leave them behind. But he must move on, life never stops.
Now as an adult, Owl still loves stories and never fails to record the best ones for the library. Under his management, the library has expanded to include stories from even the most faraway packs as well, much to the delight of pups who come to the Academy from all over the lands. Owl's love of stories has helped him convey the events of each day's hunting to the Alpha, not with over-the-top fancies, but with colorful language that makes the reports more engaging. And he always has a great story picked out for the pups every day, and another racier one to tell the adults over a fermented barley.
Birthdate: Feb 10 (Summer)
Mother: Grousewing
Father: Brownleaf
Birth Stats: 71STR 73SPD 76AGI 227WIS 219SMR = 666
Pupsitter: Ghostshadow
Owlfeather was an imaginative little boy who loved to wonder what was around every corner. He might tell his nurserymates that a cryptid was hiding just behind the Clinic cave or a giant bear was swimming in the creek. Maybe he saw the ghost of a past Alpha walk by the opening of the Nursery den while everyone else was asleep. Or the big rock on the other side of the meadow was really a human machine in disguise. None of these tales were true of course, but that didn't stop Owl from amusing everyone with them day after day. His father Brownleaf was especially charmed by his little storyteller's claims and would make time to listen to him whenever he was home from hunting.
At the Academy, Owl was assigned to study wisdom and smarts to build on his strengths. He was an average student, not excelling in any particular subject. But after class was when he came alive. He made up stories and songs constantly with never a dull moment. His teachers wished that he brought that much energy to his lessons, but everyone appreciated his creativity. His father was still his biggest fan though, and when the pupsitters recommended Owl for a hunter role, Brown was quick to claim him as his apprentice. Owl didn't seem to mind the decision being made for him. He was too busy making up stories about a nearby rabbit warren.
During his apprenticeship, Owl went with his father on hunting trips and found that making up stories wasn't always appropriate. His fibs and fables sometimes distracted team members or caused a stir afterwards and Brown had to scold him more than once to keep these things to himself. The Alpha did not want to hear exaggerated stories about a hunt that never happened and Owl was sent back to the Apprentices' Den once while his parents apologized for his nonsense. Later, Brown explained to Owl that while making up stories was fun and amusing at home, it had no place in hunting. Hunting was about feeding the pack, the most important job of all. He would have to find a healthy outlet for his creativity. To that end, Brown pushed Owl towards Milkfroth, curator of the pack's written story archive. A storyteller should also be a story lover, Milk said, and Owl certainly was. It wasn't long before Owl was an apprentice librarian as well as a hunter.
On his first birthday, Owl was almost late to the party because he was reading over his favorite Nursery tales and lost track of time. Those days of cuddling with his siblings listening to stories seemed so far away now and he was sad to leave them behind. But he must move on, life never stops.
Now as an adult, Owl still loves stories and never fails to record the best ones for the library. Under his management, the library has expanded to include stories from even the most faraway packs as well, much to the delight of pups who come to the Academy from all over the lands. Owl's love of stories has helped him convey the events of each day's hunting to the Alpha, not with over-the-top fancies, but with colorful language that makes the reports more engaging. And he always has a great story picked out for the pups every day, and another racier one to tell the adults over a fermented barley.