Prisma

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Irregular took them when she was pressed into it by their mother, a wolf who hadnt even passed her Ceremony of Departure before she'd taken a mate. Strange times, the wolves were gathering; it seemed. But Prisma would no longer be one of them.
In later years, they would be grateful to their adoptive mother for this much, the latter claimed they were Iced Sunrise's littermate, though they looked far to many moons behind in development for that to be true. Besides their alleged parents; they stuck out like a full moon; glimmering bright with an iridescent-like pelt compared to their mother's cobalts and Snowing Gentle's cyan greys. They looked remote.
As a pup they spent a lot of time alone; not many knew who they were. They were quiet and almost hostile seeming, incredibly good at hiding, a mystery contrasting their rainbow pelt for which the young Irregular's Prisma was named. Irregular herself had fallen into the naming scheme that had resulted from the wives' spat; an odd choice, but many were used to her being unpredictable by now.
Similar to April, they never seemed to conform, nor seem comfortable as their natal alignment. Being shy and almost hostile, Prisma seemed to keep this up, as no one in the clan could figure if Prisma were male or female.
Their furs grew long and sleek, an oily rainbow pelt. They grew snarky and bolder, though eventually failing the second wending trial; not due to cowardice but rather near murder by a bull elk they'd been stupid to charge for a trophy. Lavender Helmi, the daughter of two celebrated hunters; took to them, also failing in the same year, and the two became unlikely friends as Prisma hunted the undergrowth and Lavender Helmi coddled young. Prisma loves decorating her hair and the two have a sharp knack for gossip.

For all their worth, Prisma knew literacy from before their days in the clan, and taught it to their friend. The two would write notes on hidden corners of the clan that when time passed became scrawls of love letters to one another. Prisma's nature did not change when they and Lavender Helmi bonded, but they did feel they'd finally earned such place in the clan. Their one regret was inability to give their love the same pups that she'd looked after for so long. It was a surprise; and a joy that they came, many rituals and praying later.
Prisma knows that New Day's eyes, Drowning Night's introversion, Kaleidoscope's snark, and Spectrum's bravery all come from them. They're unspeakably proud to call such femes their family.



...I imagine they act like Vi