This wolf has not rolled over today and will not be able to be traded or gifted until its next rollover.
Currents | |
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Age | 2 years 10½ months (Adult) |
Sex | Female |
Energy |
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Mood |
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Hunger |
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HP |
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Personality | Amiable |
Breeding Information | |
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Age in Rollovers | 69 |
Pups Bred | 4 pups bred |
Last Bred | 2020-10-31 16:24:37 |
Fertility | Very Good |
Heat Cycle | On Cooldown |
Items Applied | None! |
Looks | |
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Base | Dark Brown (2.24%) |
Base Genetics | Muted Dark I |
Eyes | Gray |
Skin | Dark Brown |
Nose | Light |
Claws | Brown |
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 | None |
Slot 5 | None |
Slot 6 | Dark Brown Back Edge Patch (31% : T0) |
Slot 7 | None |
Slot 8 | None |
Slot 9 | White Shoulder Patch (59% : T0) |
Slot 10 | Black Dorsal (27% : T0) |
Biography
Cocoa was making a meager attempt at hunting when she accidentally ran into the stranger. It was her fault really. She was so focused on catching the rabbit, she didn’t even smell the other wolf when he was a few feet away. In a desperate attempt to catch the runaway rabbit, she turned on the jets and launched herself at it, sailing forward several feet. It was a graceful jump... but a not so graceful landing. She collapsed in a pathetic heap... right in front of an unfamiliar wolf. Cocoa sat there for a second, stunned and disappointed that she let her meal get away. Suddenly, she realized the big grey paws that were right in front of her face, and she leapt to her feet. Standing in front of her was a grey male wolf, with a rabbit- her rabbit- in his jaws. He dropped it at her feet and grinned. “Sorry bout that.” He said. He nudged the prey over to her lightly. “I believe this is yours?”
Cocoa stuttered. Hunting and socializing- the two things she was terrible at. When she finally worked up the confidence to form real words she said “No that’s alright, you killed it, you keep it”
The male wolf chuckled “you sure?” He asked doubtfully “It looks like you could use it”
Cocoa looked down at herself. She had gotten much thinner thanks to her pathetic hunting skills. Her stomach chose that inconvenient moment to growl.
“I- I’m not a great hunter” she admitted, embarrassed.
The male wolf smiled and said “Tell you what, I’ve got a good pack on the other side of the river. I’m sure my hunters would be able to bring back enough prey to keep you fed, if you’d like to join us.”
Cocoa was shocked by this kind offer. “Im no good at hunting.” she said sheepishly. “What use will I be in your pack?”
“You don’t have to be a hunter” “We need scouts, pup sitters, and herbalists too” He said simply.
Herbalist!! Cocoa thought with excitement. She was an expert on plants, she could cure almost any illness. She had saved herself from ticks, pox, and even tapeworm before.
Cocoa smiled at the wolf. “I’d be honored to join your pack” she said
Today, Cocoa is the respected herbalist of the Yosemite pack. She is close friends with Herbert and spends much of her time studying. She is kind, friendly, and very passionate about her job, making it her mission to heal any wolf that needs her help.
6th to join
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 |
Decorations and Background |
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Background
None equippedDecorations
Above
None equipped!
Below
None equipped!
Currently
Herbalist
Proficiency | |
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Hunting: Stalking | |
Hunting: Chasing | |
Hunting: Finishing | |
Scouting | |
Herbalism | |
Pupsitting |
Statistic | Count |
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Total Number of Scouts | 5 |
Total Number of Hunts | 0 |
Successful Hunts | 0 |
Total Number of Lessons Taught | 0 |