Francesca
Last Details | |
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Death Age | 7 years 6 months (Elder) |
Sex | Female |
Personality | Sociable |
Breeding Records | |
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Death Age in Rollovers | 180 |
Pups Bred | 11 pups bred |
Looks | |
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Base | Black (5.96%) |
Base Genetics | Monochrome Dark I |
Eyes | Brown |
Skin | Bistre |
Nose | Blue |
Claws | Gray |
Mutation | None |
Secondary Mutation | None |
Carrier Status | Unknown |
Variant | Default |
Markings | |
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Slot 1 | None |
Slot 2 | None |
Slot 3 | None |
Slot 4 | Black Half Mask (16%) |
Slot 5 | None |
Slot 6 | Black Back Edge Patch (21%) |
Slot 7 | None |
Slot 8 | None |
Slot 9 | White Irish (22%) |
Slot 10 | None |
Birth Stats | ||
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Strength | Speed | Agility |
42 | 44 | 46 |
Wisdom | Smarts | Total |
52 | 54 | 238 |
Birth Information | |
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Moon | Unknown |
Season | Unknown |
Biome | Unknown |
Biography
Francesca is a very talkative pup. But she often tries to persuade the other pups to do what she wants. Her pupsitters tried to keep her apart from some of the younger pups, hoping she would learn to change her habits. She's often found with Glacier.
Love can Change All -
Francesca never really thought she'd enjoy meeting another wolf. Isabel changed that. Isabel was a beautiful wolf with brown and white fur and beautiful blue eyes. The only problem? Francesca had a record to hold. No wolf could take that from her, especially a newcomer.
Sure, Isabel was pretty. Very pretty. But Francesca could ignore her. All Hunters had to ignore the birds and flowers in order to bring home the prey. Isabel was a flower. Francesca would ignore her to ensure she could be a Hunter.
Francesca had been on her first scope of her territory when they had heard the Shavaw call from the distance. The Hunting Party had bolted in his direction as fast as they could. Francesca had never felt more right. Running with the pack had been all she'd dreamed about. And now with Aster gone, she was the oldest.
Francesca had never liked her brother very much. He was weak and tiny, puny in all ways. Including skill. But he had managed to join the Hunting Party. And Francesca had felt a slight sense of Pride. Of course, it was only them because Death Pickle had decided to become a Scout. (Like no one saw that coming.) When Francesca found out Aster was leaving to join another Pack, she'd been surprised. Francesca had never really thought about losing a sibling. Even though she had convinced Death Pickle to jump off the cliff into the water, she had never imagined losing her sister. Pickle always made it out. And she always would.
Francesca had always wanted to impress her family. Her Pack most of all. But it had never occurred to her she could lose someone she loved. Or worse, love someone outside of her family. Francesca had indeed caught Isabel staring, who wouldn't stare. But she hadn't planned to stare back. Why was her life so hard? Of course, as she always did, she would find a way to not like the other wolf.
Stats -
1 - 238
2 - 243
3 - 253
4 - 264
5 - 279
6 - 295
7 - 313
8 - 339
9 - 367
10 - 403
Decorations and Background |
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Background
None equippedDecorations
Above
None equipped!
Below
None equipped!