Kɪᴄʜᴇ
Last Details | |
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Death Age | 8 years 0 months (Elder) |
Sex | Female |
Personality | Charming |
Breeding Records | |
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Death Age in Rollovers | 192 |
Pups Bred | 7 pups bred |
Looks | |
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Base | Pewter (0.52%) |
Base Genetics | Monochrome Dark II |
Eyes | Yellow |
Skin | Bistre |
Nose | Bistre |
Claws | White |
Mutation | None |
Secondary Mutation | None |
Carrier Status | Unknown |
Variant | Default |
Markings | |
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Slot 1 | Honey Underfur (100%) |
Slot 2 | Black Blanket Ticking (70%) |
Slot 3 | Black Tail Tip (70%) |
Slot 4 | White Underbelly (100%) |
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
Name Information: "Kiche" means "Sky Spirit"
Volcano Information: BG doesn't feature specific volcanos, but I did find some fireballs! ☆ Requires some imagination 😅😂 ☆
History:
In Jack London's White Fang (1906), Kiche is described as a grey she-wolf with a cinnamon-red undercoat, making her appear reddish in certain movements. Raised by a Native American Tribe, she is half dog, half wolf. One particularly harsh season during a famine, she ran away from the humans and lived amongst wild wolves.
The famine, so widespread, drove the huge wolf pack Kiche had joined to pursue two men and their sled dog team of six male dogs, as they trekked across the Canadian Wildreness with a fallen comrade taking him back to civilization. The journey for the men was long, and cold in the unforgiving wilderness.
Kiche, who was accustomed to both men and dogs, began to sneak in at night for a share of fish, which the dogs got every night before they slept. Confused, the men assumed they had miscounted when one dog didn't get his fish; for they didn't yet realize Kiche had taken it. It wasn't long before one of the men realized the imposter and clubbed Kiche over the head, sending her fleeing with a yelp into the treeline.
The men then knew of her presence, and Kiche and the pack of over 25 wolves with her were still desperately hungry. So, Kiche changed her tactic. The next morning, the men were short one dog. Then the next night, another dog was gone.
The men knew something was wrong, and they assumed the dogs were just running off, so they fastened them. And another dog was gone, the leather they had used to tie the dog and all. That's when they saw Kiche -who they called the red she-wolf- luring away one of the dogs. The men desperately called to the dog, but the dog was too interested in how playful and coy Kiche was behaving, letting the dog come close, before she bounded a few more paces towards the tree line. Until it was too late.
The dog realized his mistake. Kiche's expression had changed from sweet and charming to a vicious snarl, and suddenly, she and the pack was upon the dog. The men watched in vain, as their fourth dog was devoured before their eyes. Outraged, and terribly low on ammunition, one of the two men rushed with his firearm towards the pack and fired his only two shots. The last man was out of sight of his companion when Kiche and the wolf pack overtook and ate him.
The final man, with his final two dogs, would not give up. The fallen man that they had been carrying back to civilization, he could not carry alone. He strung him up high into a tree where no wolf might devour him. The man took up a rope and pulled the shed with his last two dogs. He was low on food, with no ammunition, and only two dogs, while been closely followed by Kiche and the rest of the pack, he could not go far.
He decided his only means to survive was to build a fire, and he did, but the wolves came closer and closer, and his dogs pressed close to his side and the fire, so close their fur sizzled, rightfully terrified of what lurked at the edge of the fire's light. In the morning, his last two dogs were gone, and he chopped down a tree to build a fire all around himself.
Exhausted, he huddled inside the ring of fire, throwing burning brands of fire at the wolves, as they crept up to the fire line. At one point, he doses off and wakes to find Kiche with her teeth sunk into his leg. He shoves fire into her face, just barely saving himself, he cursed wildly at her, and she glared back at him. In the morning, when the fire had died, and he is ready to give in to the wolves, he heard shouting in the distance. Another two sled teams had seen the smoke of his fire and came to rescue the exhausted and dying man. Kiche, beaten in her game, moves on with her pack.
The pack successfully takes down a moose to sustain themselves shortly before the breeding season begins, and the wolves started to pair off. Three males in particular had an interest in Kiche and followed her relentlessly. One was quite old with only one eye, one quite young and foolish, and another strong male. No matter the snapping and snarling she did, they pursued her.
One day, the youngest male got in-between the other two, and both other males turned on him, killing him together. As the strong male turned his head to lick his shoulder, the old wise male saw his chance and quickly killed his competitor. After that, One-Eye took his place at Kiche's side and they became a breeding pair.
They ran off together, hunting and thriving togethet, until Kiche began to search for a den. Once she chose one that she was satisfied with, she laid down and didn't move. One-Eye eyed her suspiciously, and waited for her to come out, but she did not. So, he hunted for her.
It wasn't before long that Kiche gave birth to 5 puppies; one male, and four females. They struggled in the winter famine, even resorting to eating lynx kittens, until one day One-Eye did not return. Kiche assumed thay the local mother lynx had gotten the better of her mate after he had killed her kittens, and so, she had no choice but to hunt for herself and the pups. The four daughters did not survive, one by one succumbing to starvation, but her one male, grey pup did survive.
She raised her pup, teaching him how to hunt and survive in the wild, until one day while exploring, he came across the same Native American Tribe that had raised Kiche. When they picked him up, he cried out, and Kiche came at a run, snarling, rushing to his aid. The men recognized their lost wolfdog immediately and said "Kiche!" commandingly, and she sat.
The pup snarled in protest of being held, confused as to why his mother did not defend him, and the men laughed at his tiny white fangs. The named him "White Fang", and took both him and Kiche back to their Tribe.
Seasons later, Kiche is put onto a boat and taken far away. She had been sold to another man, and White Fang would never see her again.
- Book History Ends -
My continued history for the sake of this pack lore:
Kiche, once off the boat, runs off along the river, desperate to get back to her pup. Completely disoriented, she goes the wrong way, ending up nowhere near White Fang. Kiche, desperate to get her son back, began recruiting wolves into her own pack, creating a force large enough to find and retrieve White Fang. They launch their attack during a solar eclipse. This works, and White Fang is taken back from the humans and into the wolf pack. He is dubbed the Heir of Eclipse Keepers, and given to the strongest pupsitter, Fox Trot.
Volcano Information: BG doesn't feature specific volcanos, but I did find some fireballs! ☆ Requires some imagination 😅😂 ☆
History:
In Jack London's White Fang (1906), Kiche is described as a grey she-wolf with a cinnamon-red undercoat, making her appear reddish in certain movements. Raised by a Native American Tribe, she is half dog, half wolf. One particularly harsh season during a famine, she ran away from the humans and lived amongst wild wolves.
The famine, so widespread, drove the huge wolf pack Kiche had joined to pursue two men and their sled dog team of six male dogs, as they trekked across the Canadian Wildreness with a fallen comrade taking him back to civilization. The journey for the men was long, and cold in the unforgiving wilderness.
Kiche, who was accustomed to both men and dogs, began to sneak in at night for a share of fish, which the dogs got every night before they slept. Confused, the men assumed they had miscounted when one dog didn't get his fish; for they didn't yet realize Kiche had taken it. It wasn't long before one of the men realized the imposter and clubbed Kiche over the head, sending her fleeing with a yelp into the treeline.
The men then knew of her presence, and Kiche and the pack of over 25 wolves with her were still desperately hungry. So, Kiche changed her tactic. The next morning, the men were short one dog. Then the next night, another dog was gone.
The men knew something was wrong, and they assumed the dogs were just running off, so they fastened them. And another dog was gone, the leather they had used to tie the dog and all. That's when they saw Kiche -who they called the red she-wolf- luring away one of the dogs. The men desperately called to the dog, but the dog was too interested in how playful and coy Kiche was behaving, letting the dog come close, before she bounded a few more paces towards the tree line. Until it was too late.
The dog realized his mistake. Kiche's expression had changed from sweet and charming to a vicious snarl, and suddenly, she and the pack was upon the dog. The men watched in vain, as their fourth dog was devoured before their eyes. Outraged, and terribly low on ammunition, one of the two men rushed with his firearm towards the pack and fired his only two shots. The last man was out of sight of his companion when Kiche and the wolf pack overtook and ate him.
The final man, with his final two dogs, would not give up. The fallen man that they had been carrying back to civilization, he could not carry alone. He strung him up high into a tree where no wolf might devour him. The man took up a rope and pulled the shed with his last two dogs. He was low on food, with no ammunition, and only two dogs, while been closely followed by Kiche and the rest of the pack, he could not go far.
He decided his only means to survive was to build a fire, and he did, but the wolves came closer and closer, and his dogs pressed close to his side and the fire, so close their fur sizzled, rightfully terrified of what lurked at the edge of the fire's light. In the morning, his last two dogs were gone, and he chopped down a tree to build a fire all around himself.
Exhausted, he huddled inside the ring of fire, throwing burning brands of fire at the wolves, as they crept up to the fire line. At one point, he doses off and wakes to find Kiche with her teeth sunk into his leg. He shoves fire into her face, just barely saving himself, he cursed wildly at her, and she glared back at him. In the morning, when the fire had died, and he is ready to give in to the wolves, he heard shouting in the distance. Another two sled teams had seen the smoke of his fire and came to rescue the exhausted and dying man. Kiche, beaten in her game, moves on with her pack.
The pack successfully takes down a moose to sustain themselves shortly before the breeding season begins, and the wolves started to pair off. Three males in particular had an interest in Kiche and followed her relentlessly. One was quite old with only one eye, one quite young and foolish, and another strong male. No matter the snapping and snarling she did, they pursued her.
One day, the youngest male got in-between the other two, and both other males turned on him, killing him together. As the strong male turned his head to lick his shoulder, the old wise male saw his chance and quickly killed his competitor. After that, One-Eye took his place at Kiche's side and they became a breeding pair.
They ran off together, hunting and thriving togethet, until Kiche began to search for a den. Once she chose one that she was satisfied with, she laid down and didn't move. One-Eye eyed her suspiciously, and waited for her to come out, but she did not. So, he hunted for her.
It wasn't before long that Kiche gave birth to 5 puppies; one male, and four females. They struggled in the winter famine, even resorting to eating lynx kittens, until one day One-Eye did not return. Kiche assumed thay the local mother lynx had gotten the better of her mate after he had killed her kittens, and so, she had no choice but to hunt for herself and the pups. The four daughters did not survive, one by one succumbing to starvation, but her one male, grey pup did survive.
She raised her pup, teaching him how to hunt and survive in the wild, until one day while exploring, he came across the same Native American Tribe that had raised Kiche. When they picked him up, he cried out, and Kiche came at a run, snarling, rushing to his aid. The men recognized their lost wolfdog immediately and said "Kiche!" commandingly, and she sat.
The pup snarled in protest of being held, confused as to why his mother did not defend him, and the men laughed at his tiny white fangs. The named him "White Fang", and took both him and Kiche back to their Tribe.
Seasons later, Kiche is put onto a boat and taken far away. She had been sold to another man, and White Fang would never see her again.
- Book History Ends -
My continued history for the sake of this pack lore:
Kiche, once off the boat, runs off along the river, desperate to get back to her pup. Completely disoriented, she goes the wrong way, ending up nowhere near White Fang. Kiche, desperate to get her son back, began recruiting wolves into her own pack, creating a force large enough to find and retrieve White Fang. They launch their attack during a solar eclipse. This works, and White Fang is taken back from the humans and into the wolf pack. He is dubbed the Heir of Eclipse Keepers, and given to the strongest pupsitter, Fox Trot.