Runt
Last Details | |
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Death Age | 7 years 6 months (Elder) |
Sex | Female Runt |
Personality | Charming |
Breeding Records | |
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Death Age in Rollovers | 180 |
Pups Bred | 0 pups bred |
Looks | |
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Base | Dravite (0.43%) |
Base Genetics | Warm Dark II |
Eyes | Olive |
Skin | Black |
Nose | Pink |
Claws | Bistre |
Mutation | None |
Secondary Mutation | None |
Carrier Status | Unknown |
Variant | Default |
Markings | |
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Slot 1 | Brown Inuit Unders (8%) |
Slot 2 | None |
Slot 3 | Brown Agouti (45%) |
Slot 4 | None |
Slot 5 | None |
Slot 6 | White Underfur (16%) |
Slot 7 | Cream Spectacles (21%) |
Slot 8 | Black Half Mask (28%) |
Slot 9 | None |
Slot 10 | None |
Birth Stats | ||
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Strength | Speed | Agility |
61 | 54 | 58 |
Wisdom | Smarts | Total |
101 | 98 | 372 |
Birth Information | |
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Moon | New Moon |
Season | Spring |
Biome | Grasslands |
Biography
Little Miracle: Runt the Outcast
Runt is a runt puppy with a disheartening secret. She is inbred. Her mother, Cave Crawler, doesn't acknowledge her existence. Neither does she care for her brother, Dung. Their names are insults because they were never meant to be born, and the pack didn't care whether they survived or not. Their grand uncles, Setting Suns and Marsh Cattail care more about Runt and Dung then their own mother, and she is a herbalist who is supposed to care for all.
The Cycle Repeats
The reddish brown puppy yawned, laying in a moss bed beside her blonde brother with a ticked back. Her olive green eyes gazed at the brown and black she wolf in front of her. "Mama, what was papa like?" Her head tilted. Her innocence shielding her from the dark truth. "He was a real deceiver." There was anger in Cave Crawler's voice. "He was brown and white, with a black ticked back like your brother." Cave Crawler was practically hissing. "You don't like papa..?" Runt had a whimper in her voice as she looked at her mother. "Of course not! I never did and I never will!" She snapped, bearing her teeth at the pup. Runt whined, averting her gaze. "And don't you DARE call me 'Mama' AGAIN!" The brown pelted timberwolf snarled, getting up to leave the den they were in. It was a cold spring night, so Runt had to huddle with Dung for warmth since the den was more of a small cave. Cool air easily swept inside as the pups shivered and quietly whimpered.
A Dear Friend
https://www.wolvden.com/wolf/6370016
Runt is a runt puppy with a disheartening secret. She is inbred. Her mother, Cave Crawler, doesn't acknowledge her existence. Neither does she care for her brother, Dung. Their names are insults because they were never meant to be born, and the pack didn't care whether they survived or not. Their grand uncles, Setting Suns and Marsh Cattail care more about Runt and Dung then their own mother, and she is a herbalist who is supposed to care for all.
The Cycle Repeats
The reddish brown puppy yawned, laying in a moss bed beside her blonde brother with a ticked back. Her olive green eyes gazed at the brown and black she wolf in front of her. "Mama, what was papa like?" Her head tilted. Her innocence shielding her from the dark truth. "He was a real deceiver." There was anger in Cave Crawler's voice. "He was brown and white, with a black ticked back like your brother." Cave Crawler was practically hissing. "You don't like papa..?" Runt had a whimper in her voice as she looked at her mother. "Of course not! I never did and I never will!" She snapped, bearing her teeth at the pup. Runt whined, averting her gaze. "And don't you DARE call me 'Mama' AGAIN!" The brown pelted timberwolf snarled, getting up to leave the den they were in. It was a cold spring night, so Runt had to huddle with Dung for warmth since the den was more of a small cave. Cool air easily swept inside as the pups shivered and quietly whimpered.
A Dear Friend
https://www.wolvden.com/wolf/6370016