Cocoa

Cocoa –

Sexuality – Fluid (Doesn't like titles)

Mate – Casi 

Nickname – Sweet/Mentor

Gender – Male

Favorite Color – Gray/Green

Role – Aboc (Lead Scout)

Personality - Cocoa was a very calm and gentle wolf. He loved watching the pups grow up and loved, even more, to help guide and teach them. He acted very stern around the apprentices, but don't be fooled: he's was still a softie on the inside. 

Cause of Death - Old age

    "Nature is always talking, if we are there to listen." 

Backstory - Cocoa grew up in the Lunaris Night Pack. It had always been his home, and always would be. Cocoa actually did have siblings, but two had left and the other 3 had died in the winters or at battle. Yes, the pack had not always been so kind to the cold. Lunaris Night Pack had been much different when Cocoa had grown up. His Mother, Davella, had been a simple Pupsitter. Back then, Pupsitters hadn't been respected as much as they are today. His father...Cocoa hadn't known his father. His dad died just before his birth, so he had never had a father. Cocoa always wondered what life would be like to be a Scout, but as he said, Lunaris Night Pack had different laws back then. The way things worked, was that since his mother was a Pupsitter, and his dad was a deceased Hunter, he had no choice but to be a Pupsitter. Yes. A Pupsitter, rather than a Hunter. This wasn't bad news for Cocoa. He loved pups. He loved to watch them play and jump. Cocoa often did help the Pupsitters any way he could, but to be one? He wasn't so sure.

Cocoa brought his interests to the Alpha - Alpha Manger. Manger went mad at the thought. He told Cocoa that he had no lineage of Scouts, and that if no one in his family could teach him, he wouldn't be one. The Alpha growled the young Pup out of his den and snorted back into the dark. A young Adolescent male was sitting close by. His ears were pricked and at Cocoa's arrival, he came bounding near, careful to stay out of Manger's sight. The young male, with a cream base and brown and honey markings, had startling white eyes. He came up to Cocoa, peeking in the Alpha's den to make sure that no one was listening within the dark. He huffed. Then looked at Cocoa, "I heard your conversation with the Alpha. I'm sorry he won't let you be a Scout." The males' voice was very light. Cocoa walked over to a ledge farther out from the den - the male followed. "I'm Denver, by the way." His tongue came out slightly and he sat down next to Cocoa. "Are you a Hunter to be?" Cocoa asked, staring intently at the males' eyes. "Yes. I am. I wish to be the Second, like my father. Maybe even the Alpha someday." He puffed out his chest and looked far out like he was looking into his future. Denver's chest came back down, and he looked at the ground. "I doubt that will happen. I have lots of competition. But," He looked up, smiling at Cocoa. "If I do become the Alpha, you'll be a Scout for sure." Cocoa smiled, his tongue lolling out. "Thanks. I'll look forward to that." 

The two males went out to play - Hunter and Pupsitter paw in paw. They played and fought, talked and argued. Together, they learned. Soon, Denver was a full Hunter, serving his shifts in the Death Patrol, while Cocoa was training. Denver still talked about how when he was Alpha, Cocoa would be a Scout. Cocoa just sat and laughed at his loyal friend. Denver became busier and busier, his Patrol getting most of the work. But he made many achievements, including being the Stalker and leading his own Hunting Party, like his dad and mom. And still, every night, when Cocoa was long done with his training, Denver would come and join him at the bonfire and the two would talk and play. Denver always made time for his favorite wolf. Denver also made time for his dreams. The day finally came for Alpha Manger to pass on, and he howled Denver's name in succession. Denver became Alpha, and with him, the laws changed. Many of the Pack left, even Denver's own father, but he didn't mind. He stayed strong with his belief. Cocoa became a Scout, and many other wolves joined and were born.

Cocoa loved his role. He loved to scout and run. He taught many wolves. But, not all could be good. The paradise had to end. Denver was still young when he became ill, but he had accomplished much with his young age. Cocoa had sat next to his friend, licking his ears and whimpering his goodbyes. Denver had already howled his successor's name.He laid down next to his friend, resting his head on the other wolf's shoulder. He had closed his eyes and felt Denver slowly fall away.

Cocoa serves as the Aboc now. He is a reminder that for good to come, bad must fall. 

He had a Moth. The moth is Motty. No one can convince me otherwise. SHE WILL NOT LEAVE HIM. 

Stats - 

End - 638

"May he rest, where he loved it most." - Snowflake, his Apprentice and Friend 

"Love was always in his heart, help was always in his mind, and hope was always his path." - Casi, his Mate

Cocoa has joined Selene and walks amongst the stars, where he sits with Denver. Watching over the pack he loves most...