Mirish Rose
Last Details | |
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Death Age | 7 years 9 months (Elder) |
Sex | Female |
Personality | Unknown |
Breeding Records | |
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Death Age in Rollovers | 186 |
Pups Bred | 11 pups bred |
Looks | |
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Base | Calcite (0.2%) |
Base Genetics | Warm Light II |
Eyes | Gray |
Skin | Light |
Nose | Dark |
Claws | Root |
Mutation | None |
Secondary Mutation | None |
Carrier Status | Unknown |
Variant | Default |
Markings | |
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Slot 1 | White Underbelly (1%) |
Slot 2 | Dark Brown Mask (82%) |
Slot 3 | Black Neck Band (51%) |
Slot 4 | None |
Slot 5 | None |
Slot 6 | None |
Slot 7 | None |
Slot 8 | None |
Slot 9 | None |
Slot 10 | None |
Birth Stats | ||
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Strength | Speed | Agility |
Unknown | Unknown | Unknown |
Wisdom | Smarts | Total |
Unknown | Unknown | Unknown |
Birth Information | |
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Moon | Unknown |
Season | Unknown |
Biome | Unknown |
Biography
A shiver rippled through the light yellow female. Her breathing was rapid and uneven, and she curled up in pain. She could tell the end was near. The other elderly wolves lay protectively around her and whispered encouraging words to her, but she could feel their grief drifting off their pelts already.
It had been a nice life. She had had strong puppies that grew up into fine wolves, and some of them had ventured out in the unknown to found their own pack. She had made friends and family that she cherished, and she was ready to move on.
With a last breath, her lips curled into a subtle, peaceful smile, she closed her eyes and let the breeze take her soul.
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Goodbye, Mirish Rose, the first scout and first of the original wolves to die.
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