tumble 🌸
| Last Details | |
|---|---|
| Death Age | 8 years 0 months (Elder) |
| Sex | Male |
| Personality | Precise |
| Breeding Records | |
|---|---|
| Death Age in Rollovers | 192 |
| Pups Bred | 8 pups bred |
| Looks | |
|---|---|
| Base | Tumbleweed (0.44%) |
| Base Genetics | Warm Light I |
| Eyes | Azure |
| Skin | Black |
| Nose | Black |
| Claws | Root |
| Mutation | None |
| Secondary Mutation | None |
| Carrier Status | View Report |
| Variant | Default |
| Markings | |
|---|---|
| Slot 1 | Dark Brown Neck Stripe (60%) |
| Slot 2 | Black Agouti (51%) |
| Slot 3 | Black Dorsal (55%) |
| Slot 4 | Black Stained Limbs (13%) |
| Slot 5 | None |
| Slot 6 | None |
| Slot 7 | Black Merle Patches (39%) |
| Slot 8 | White Tuxedo (72%) |
| Slot 9 | Black Limbs (78%) |
| Slot 10 | None |
| Birth Stats | ||
|---|---|---|
| Strength | Speed | Agility |
| Unknown | Unknown | Unknown |
| Wisdom | Smarts | Total |
| Unknown | Unknown | Unknown |
| Birth Information | |
|---|---|
| Moon | Unknown |
| Season | Unknown |
| Biome | Unknown |
Biography
Starting level/stats: 1 / 237
Lore
Tumbleweed hung his head low close to Cocoa's still, cold body. The air around them was silent but was chock-full of sorrow and grief. A slight morning breeze was the only thing that dared ruffle her fur. Except for also, of course, Arden, who was crying as silently as she could into her friend's pelt. She was the only one left in the camp that knew her the longest.Â
Suddenly a chill ran up Tumbleweed's body despite the mostly warm morning. His nose and paw pads tingled slightly, and he grew slightly larger.. right in front of everyone. He felt his adolescent years being sapped away from him and saw them flashing right before his eyes. Everyone stared at him in shock at his yelps of pain, confused and maybe angry at him for breaking the vigil. Suddenly Weasel gasped.
"She chose him.. Cocoa chose Tumbleweed as the new leader!"Â
- - -
Tumbleweed collapsed in his nest after a long day of sorting out things in his pack and learning the responsibilities of being a leader from Weasel. His nose and paw pads were no longer tingling but straight up aching. He had gained a scar on his right hind foot in a battle with a mountain cat while out exploring his territory for the first time. It was a lot for the young new leader, and he couldn't wait to rest ...
"Tumbleweed?" whispered a voice. The tan flecked wolf raised his head wearily, glancing around with his icy eyes.
"Yes? Hello?" Tumbleweed called out, waiting for a response. Except there wasn't one.
He felt a weight being added to his head and around his neck. He rose in a panic and raced outside to a puddle to see his reflection. He had been adorned in blue jewels, signifying his position as leader. They glowed faintly in the dark and smelled very foreign and were overall strange.Â
Tumbleweed sighed and headed back to his den in silence. He wasn't prepared for this responsibility and never wanted it in the first place anyway. He didn't know how to guide his pack. He didn't know what to do. But he was stuck with the position, so he'd have to deal with it for the rest of his life.
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