(𝓈) Blood Splatter
Last Details | |
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Death Age | 7 years 6 months (Elder) |
Sex | Male |
Personality | Optimistic |
Breeding Records | |
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Death Age in Rollovers | 180 |
Pups Bred | 4 pups bred |
Looks | |
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Base | Henna (0.86%) |
Base Genetics | Warm Dark I |
Eyes | Red |
Skin | Black |
Nose | Black |
Claws | White |
Mutation | None |
Secondary Mutation | None |
Carrier Status | View Report |
Variant | Default |
Markings | |
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Slot 1 | None |
Slot 2 | Black Merle Patches (19%) |
Slot 3 | None |
Slot 4 | Black Throat Patch (1%) |
Slot 5 | None |
Slot 6 | None |
Slot 7 | None |
Slot 8 | None |
Slot 9 | White Merle (31%) |
Slot 10 | None |
Birth Stats | ||
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Strength | Speed | Agility |
73 | 58 | 58 |
Wisdom | Smarts | Total |
95 | 57 | 341 |
Birth Information | |
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Moon | Unknown |
Season | Unknown |
Biome | Unknown |
Biography
Bloodpaw trails behind the other pups as their mentors lead them to the training hollow. A gleam catches his eye and he looks up at Snowpaw, marveling as the light through the trees reflects off of her fur.
Such a beautiful she-wolf would never want to be with him. Not with someone who looked like they had just finished rolling around in a pile of death and disease.
Bloodpaw sits down suddenly to scratch an itch on his neck.
"Ew! That walking scab is scratching his disease onto the trail!" Said Snowpaw, her upper lip curling into a sneer.
Bloodpaw ceased his scratching and lowered his head, eyes pricking with tears that he forced himself to hold back.
"There just fleas Snowpaw. We've all got 'em" Lightningpaw said. "Even you," He added, swatting her shoulder with his tail in a playful manner. Snowpaw huffed at him and trotted further up the trail. Bloodpaw sniffed away his humiliation and smiled a silent thanks to his friend.
Bloodpaw was often mocked by his littermates for his strange appearance and gruesome name. They would say he was diseased and usually excluded him from their games. All except Lightningpaw, who was the only pup kind enough to look at him like he was a real friend.
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WN: Bloodsplatter
Parents: none
Siblings: none
Apprentice: none
Future Mate: Snowsong
Friends: Lightningstrike
Enemies: almost everyone
Such a beautiful she-wolf would never want to be with him. Not with someone who looked like they had just finished rolling around in a pile of death and disease.
Bloodpaw sits down suddenly to scratch an itch on his neck.
"Ew! That walking scab is scratching his disease onto the trail!" Said Snowpaw, her upper lip curling into a sneer.
Bloodpaw ceased his scratching and lowered his head, eyes pricking with tears that he forced himself to hold back.
"There just fleas Snowpaw. We've all got 'em" Lightningpaw said. "Even you," He added, swatting her shoulder with his tail in a playful manner. Snowpaw huffed at him and trotted further up the trail. Bloodpaw sniffed away his humiliation and smiled a silent thanks to his friend.
Bloodpaw was often mocked by his littermates for his strange appearance and gruesome name. They would say he was diseased and usually excluded him from their games. All except Lightningpaw, who was the only pup kind enough to look at him like he was a real friend.
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WN: Bloodsplatter
Parents: none
Siblings: none
Apprentice: none
Future Mate: Snowsong
Friends: Lightningstrike
Enemies: almost everyone
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