Moonstar ⭐
| Last Details | |
|---|---|
| Death Age | 8 years 0 months (Elder) |
| Sex | Male |
| Personality | Amiable |
| Breeding Records | |
|---|---|
| Death Age in Rollovers | 192 |
| Pups Bred | 73 pups bred |
| Looks | |
|---|---|
| Base | Howlite (1.43%) |
| Base Genetics | Monochrome Medium I |
| Eyes | Blue |
| Skin | Bistre |
| Nose | Oxblood |
| Claws | Bistre |
| Mutation | None |
| Secondary Mutation | None |
| Carrier Status | View Report |
| Variant | Default |
| Markings | |
|---|---|
| Slot 1 | Beige Underbelly (90%) |
| Slot 2 | Black Saddle (90%) |
| Slot 3 | White Blaze (100%) |
| Slot 4 | Beige Heavy Husky (86%) |
| Slot 5 | Black Cheek Fluff (38%) |
| Slot 6 | Beige Trim (71%) |
| Slot 7 | Beige Medium Husky (83%) |
| Slot 8 | White Snout (73%) |
| Slot 9 | Black Stained Limbs (43%) |
| Slot 10 | Black Back Patch (35%) |
| Birth Stats | ||
|---|---|---|
| Strength | Speed | Agility |
| Unknown | Unknown | Unknown |
| Wisdom | Smarts | Total |
| Unknown | Unknown | Unknown |
| Birth Information | |
|---|---|
| Moon | Unknown |
| Season | Unknown |
| Biome | Unknown |
Biography
Pack Name: Moonstar
"Everything that glitters, is not gold" -Moonstar's quote.
Moon Song got up from his spot beneath the bush. He missed his pack and the safety and protection they offered, but, as it got too big, he'd been chased. His former pack didn't have much use for males, unless they were for breeding, and he'd never be a breeding male; his markings and base were pretty common.
Moon Song stretched his legs back and let out a low growl. He raised his muzzle and scented the air. "She-wolf?" he asked himself as he picked up the strong odor.
"Yup, that's me," he heard a pleasantly sweet voice form behind him say.
Moon Song turned and lowered his tail and head respectfully. "Hello," he said, tilting his gray and white howlite color face. "Who are you? I'm Moon Song."
"I'm Mask Nose," the snowy looking female said.
Moon Song nudged the she-wolf. "It's a nice name."
She raised her head, silently accepting the compliment.
"Well whatever you say, Mask Nose," he said as he walked towards the mountains.
"Where are you headed?" Mask Nose asked as she stepped into stride behind him.
"I'm going to find a new place to live. I was chased from my old pack."
"Me, too!" Mask Nose burst out. "Well, I was told to leave." She crinkled her nose. "I wasn't skilled enough."
It was never spoken; Moon Song and Mask Nose just made a pack and became mates. They never debated about it-they just did it.
~
Moonstar sighed, flopped down and looked around camp. The way their system went, the beta would take over after he died, and that was Windprairie. He honestly wasn't sure how she would work out, or if she was ready at all. All he knew was she had to do it. The whole pack support, honored, respected, and would forever remember her. She would go down in fame. Her being her charming, friendly, enthusiastic self, and made friends easily. Would that be a problem? Possibly? Probably? He feared she would trust too easily and let dangerous wolves in the pack. Sure, he was nice, but he did not trust easily.
He watched sadly as Masknose walked stiffly towards him. It was time for her to retire, but his determined mate would work till her day of death. He was getting tired of all this thinking. He felt Masknose curl up beside him and drifted into sleep...
~
Moonstar woke to butterflies sitting on his nose. The same two arctic whites have stood with him since he had visited the Tundra for the first time. He had even named them: Whitetail and Snowwillow. Masknose thought he was nuts, but he liked them.
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