Two
Last Details | |
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Death Age | 2 years 5 months (Adult) |
Sex | Male |
Personality | Aloof |
Breeding Records | |
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Death Age in Rollovers | 58 |
Pups Bred | 0 pups bred |
Looks | |
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Base | Brown (1.87%) |
Base Genetics | Warm Dark I |
Eyes | Blue |
Skin | Light |
Nose | Pallid |
Claws | Light |
Mutation | None |
Secondary Mutation | None |
Carrier Status | Unknown |
Variant | Default |
Markings | |
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Slot 1 | None |
Slot 2 | None |
Slot 3 | None |
Slot 4 | White Bottoms (70%) |
Slot 5 | None |
Slot 6 | None |
Slot 7 | Shell Whitetail Spots (70%) |
Slot 8 | Black Arapawa Coat (80%) |
Slot 9 | Shell Tuxedo (100%) |
Slot 10 | None |
Birth Stats | ||
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Strength | Speed | Agility |
43 | 44 | 44 |
Wisdom | Smarts | Total |
57 | 50 | 238 |
Birth Information | |
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Moon | Third Quarter Moon |
Season | Winter |
Biome | Riparian Woodland |
Biography
Two is a brown, mousy-faced wolf with blue eyes and whitetail spots. He is the adoptive son of Haven and Polar and littermate to One, Three, and Four. He is currently a chaser in Smoke Claws.
(He originally looked like this.)
Puphood
Two was originally named "Whitetail" by Chaise, which was forgotten after her death. His adoptive mothers referred to the pups by the number of stones on their necklace, and the names stuck.
Two is emotionally withdrawn - not uncaring, but pervasively neutral to everything that happens around him. He listens to what he's told and will do as he was taught by his mothers, such as care about physical injury and make sure everyone is fed. He does it for others more than himself, though, because inside he's a bit...empty feeling. The only times he seems riled up about anything is late at night, when he was scolded by his mothers for crying. Polar and Haven told him tears were a sign of weakness and to not bother others with it, as it is just a failure on him for not fixing whatever problem was bothering him. He didn't understand what he should do in situations of emotional distress, like when Four would have anxiety attacks or when One was bothering the others. He acted like nothing was happening at all, although he didn't know how to process it.
Once the pups became underpaws, they were supposed to study under their mothers. However, due to the arrival of the vile eyes' and Baked on Estrogen's litter, their parents were needed to pupsit. Dawn Flashfire - Lux, Grouse, Jay, and Ember - were their mentors.
Two couldn't care less about hunting. He found Grouse, Jay, and Lux foolish and put up with them, finding them frustrating. He preferred to sit and do his own thing next to his more relaxed siblings. Sadly, even Ember didn't give him this, trying to push him and his siblings to focus on studies and making them understudy for long hours.
One liked to poke fun at how ugly he looked now as an adolescent with "his shitass skinny face". He didn't say anything, but it did make him feel insecure about his looks, considering himself an uglier pup internally.
Raven—a paw from the vile litter who had creepy blood red eyes—ended up joining in on the fun with Two's sister. He fond both of them obnoxious but never bothered saying no to them, since it seemed pointless to rub their fur the wrong way and he ultimately had nothing better to do. They lumped him in with them whenever they needed another paw to play with or a test dummy before they did something stupid. That's how he ended up with his nose ring, since he had been tagging along with them during their piercing craze and they tested it on his nose before they did their ears.
It was pretty painful and he bled a lot, Two remembers. It was Twig who ended up patching it up and getting him a proper nose ring.
He was most comfortable around his more responsible siblings and Rowan, another Vile Litter paw who was much more mellow and seemed to understand the perks of just being alone.
Adulthood
In adulthood, Haven and Polar were itching to hunt again, having been on the side lines for a year now raising the pups and then not having a hunting party to return to. They founded Smoke Claws, homeage to Swift Claws but with their family's new Smoky Quartz, and began hunting with Two, Three, and Four.
(He originally looked like this.)
Puphood
Two was originally named "Whitetail" by Chaise, which was forgotten after her death. His adoptive mothers referred to the pups by the number of stones on their necklace, and the names stuck.
Two is emotionally withdrawn - not uncaring, but pervasively neutral to everything that happens around him. He listens to what he's told and will do as he was taught by his mothers, such as care about physical injury and make sure everyone is fed. He does it for others more than himself, though, because inside he's a bit...empty feeling. The only times he seems riled up about anything is late at night, when he was scolded by his mothers for crying. Polar and Haven told him tears were a sign of weakness and to not bother others with it, as it is just a failure on him for not fixing whatever problem was bothering him. He didn't understand what he should do in situations of emotional distress, like when Four would have anxiety attacks or when One was bothering the others. He acted like nothing was happening at all, although he didn't know how to process it.
Once the pups became underpaws, they were supposed to study under their mothers. However, due to the arrival of the vile eyes' and Baked on Estrogen's litter, their parents were needed to pupsit. Dawn Flashfire - Lux, Grouse, Jay, and Ember - were their mentors.
Two couldn't care less about hunting. He found Grouse, Jay, and Lux foolish and put up with them, finding them frustrating. He preferred to sit and do his own thing next to his more relaxed siblings. Sadly, even Ember didn't give him this, trying to push him and his siblings to focus on studies and making them understudy for long hours.
One liked to poke fun at how ugly he looked now as an adolescent with "his shitass skinny face". He didn't say anything, but it did make him feel insecure about his looks, considering himself an uglier pup internally.
Raven—a paw from the vile litter who had creepy blood red eyes—ended up joining in on the fun with Two's sister. He fond both of them obnoxious but never bothered saying no to them, since it seemed pointless to rub their fur the wrong way and he ultimately had nothing better to do. They lumped him in with them whenever they needed another paw to play with or a test dummy before they did something stupid. That's how he ended up with his nose ring, since he had been tagging along with them during their piercing craze and they tested it on his nose before they did their ears.
It was pretty painful and he bled a lot, Two remembers. It was Twig who ended up patching it up and getting him a proper nose ring.
He was most comfortable around his more responsible siblings and Rowan, another Vile Litter paw who was much more mellow and seemed to understand the perks of just being alone.
Adulthood
In adulthood, Haven and Polar were itching to hunt again, having been on the side lines for a year now raising the pups and then not having a hunting party to return to. They founded Smoke Claws, homeage to Swift Claws but with their family's new Smoky Quartz, and began hunting with Two, Three, and Four.