Oakstar

Oakleaf | Chaser

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Puphood
Entered pack in Newleaf of Season #2 at the age of 7 moons.
684 Stats | Female | Sepia TII

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Lore

Fernstar's Welcome
Fernstar inspected the young wolf who had pleaded for sanctuary after the death of her mother. She was small but had long legs that implied that she would make a good chaser. She sniffed along the unnatural blue stripes.

"Otterstream," she said, beckoning the old herbalist over to her side. After Hiddenstar had passed her leadership to her, she relied on the wise wolf's guidance. "What do you think?" she asked as the dark brown wolf approached.

"Those blue stripes," he murmured. "I believe she has The Pack of Endless Hunting's approval. She has the marks of another world."

Fernstar nodded. "Then so it shall be. What are you called?"

"Oak," the young she-wolf answered, raising her head. "I won't let you down, I swear."

"I hope not," Fernstar said. She called for the pack to gather. As the other wolves seated themselves in a semi-circle around them, Fernstar leaped onto the fallen log. "Oak, is it your wish to learn our ways and join this pack?"

The young she-wolf nodded. "Then with the approval of our ancestors, your name from this day forth until you have earned your warrior name will be Oakpaw. Harespring."

The cream she-wolf looked up in surprise.

"You have proved yourself time and time again as a warrior, mentor, deputy, and friend. I can think of no one better to pass on the traits of a warrior to our newest member."

"I will do my best," Harespring vowed as she walked over to Oakpaw. "Touch noses with me," she instructed.

Oakpaw reached forward eagerly and stepped into her new life.

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Apprenticeship
Lessons: Speed 1-3, Agility 1-3
Apprenticed to Harespring - Beta/Chaser
Stats 745 | 460

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Lore

Oakpaw's Warrior Ceremony
"Let all wolves old enough to catch their own prey, join me here by the fallen birch for a pack meeting!" Fernstar called.

The dawn patrol halted as they entered the camp, their eyes wide with surprise. They wagged their tails excitedly and raced to sit in the forming semi-circle.

Harespring leaped forward and nuzzled the top of Oakpaw's head. "Harespring!" Oakpaw protested. "Stop it!"

Harespring laughed quietly. "It's time for your warrior ceremony!" the cream she-wolf announced.

"Now?" Oakpaw quickly drew a paw over her ear. Do I look okay? What if the pack rejects me?

"Oakpaw," Fernstar said. "Step forward."

Oakpaw felt the eyes of every wolf in the camp turn to stare at her, and she swallowed the lump forming in her throat. I've earned my place here, she told herself. I've worked twice as hard as any other apprentice to prove my devotion to my adopted pack. With a deep breath, she stepped forward and into the center of the semi-circle.

Fernstar turned and looked at Harespring. "Harespring, has your apprentice learned the skills of a warrior?"

Harespring nodded immediately. Her tail thumped quietly against the ground. "She has," she answered.

Fernstar leaped down from the log. "Then I, Fernstar, leader of The Pack of the Shadowed River, call upon our ancestors to look down on this apprentice. She has worked hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend her to you as a warrior in her turn. Oakpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend this pack with your life?"

Oakpaw quivered. She had never been more certain of anything in her life. "I do," she said firmly.

"Then by the power of our ancestors, I give you your warrior name. Oakpaw, from this moment on you will be known as Oakleaf. We honor your dedication and energy, and we welcome you as a full warrior of Shadowed River," Fernstar finished. The leader stepped forward and rested her muzzle on Oakleaf's head and Oakleaf licked Fernstar's shoulder in turn.

"Thank you," she whispered to Fernstar.

"No, Oakleaf," Fernstar said, stepping back and looking at Oakleaf with delighted olive-green eyes. "Thank you."

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Adult Life
Became a chaser in Leaf-Fall of Season #3
Mentor to: Hawkthorn
Mate: None
Pups: Thistletail
Adopted Pups: None

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Elder
Resigned from [Role] in [Season] of Year [#] at [Age #] years old.
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Lore

Litters
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Appearance Changes
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Mates
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