Watcher
| Last Details | |
|---|---|
| Death Age | 7 years 10½ months (Elder) |
| Sex | Female |
| Personality | Observant |
| Breeding Records | |
|---|---|
| Death Age in Rollovers | 189 |
| Pups Bred | 15 pups bred |
| Looks | |
|---|---|
| Base | Black (6%) |
| Base Genetics | Monochrome Dark I |
| Eyes | Gray |
| Skin | Gray |
| Nose | Black |
| Claws | Bone |
| Mutation | None |
| Secondary Mutation | None |
| Carrier Status | View Report |
| Variant | Default |
| Markings | |
|---|---|
| Slot 1 | None |
| Slot 2 | None |
| Slot 3 | None |
| Slot 4 | None |
| Slot 5 | None |
| Slot 6 | None |
| Slot 7 | None |
| Slot 8 | None |
| Slot 9 | None |
| 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
Watcher, first Harpy of Kenopsia.
Third wolf to join Kenopsia.
Sister of Seeker.
June 26th, year 5.
Watcher sat next to the apothecary's hideaway, guarding the newcomers from prying eyes while Cinder left to forage. The cold wind whistling around only served to remind her of how much time had passed, anouncing the soreness in her bones and revealing the grey hairs that hid beneath the darker fur of her pelt.
She was getting old. She could feel herself getting weaker with each passing day. She wasn't the strong wolf she used to be, but she that didn't mean she was any less sharp.
Zephyr might've hoped she hadn't noticed, but it hadn't slipped past her when she fumbled on her words and spoke the wrong name. She could see the alarm in her leader's eyes as she quickly tried to cover her mistake with a stutter of her name and a quick change of the subject.
Watcher let out a sigh, trying to shake the memory from her mind as she laid down and rested her head on her paws. Orith. Why had Zephyr called her that? And why did that seem to scare her so much?
Third wolf to join Kenopsia.
Sister of Seeker.
June 26th, year 5.
Watcher sat next to the apothecary's hideaway, guarding the newcomers from prying eyes while Cinder left to forage. The cold wind whistling around only served to remind her of how much time had passed, anouncing the soreness in her bones and revealing the grey hairs that hid beneath the darker fur of her pelt.
She was getting old. She could feel herself getting weaker with each passing day. She wasn't the strong wolf she used to be, but she that didn't mean she was any less sharp.
Zephyr might've hoped she hadn't noticed, but it hadn't slipped past her when she fumbled on her words and spoke the wrong name. She could see the alarm in her leader's eyes as she quickly tried to cover her mistake with a stutter of her name and a quick change of the subject.
Watcher let out a sigh, trying to shake the memory from her mind as she laid down and rested her head on her paws. Orith. Why had Zephyr called her that? And why did that seem to scare her so much?
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