~ Stormcloud ~

Son of: Bati & Shatter Sky.
Marengo Pack's first Special (*) Base.

— Rules —
1) Keep him no longer than 4 rollovers. Will be recalled if you go inactive for 2RO.
2) Keep him well-fed and entertained enough to not run away. PM me if you need supplies.
3) You may to add décor, markings, or change mark opacity / personality. Do not change his base.
4) If you breed him and get pups you don't want, PM me. I might take them!
5) Return to JustPlainJen #57433 when he reaches 5yrs old.
6) Do not change his name or description.
7) Feel free to train him for any role.
8) Please use the template to record his story!

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Username & ID:
Incoming Date:
Departure Date:
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Username & ID: JustPlainJen #57433
Journey Departure Date: Jan 17th 2025
Departure Stats: 529
Décor Added: N/A
Lore: Stormcloud stood at the edge of the Marengo Pack's territory, mentally steeling himself for the journey ahead. He startled when he felt the nose of his mother, Shattersky, press against his ear.
"It's not too late to turn back." She said, softly, a hint of worry in her voice. "No one will think less of you."
"Sister…" Takedown warned, "…His mind is quite made up. He wants to go. Let him."
Stormcloud shook out his fur, raising his chin and flashing his mother and uncle a prideful look. "I'll be fine! I'm a good hunter, so I won't ever be at a loss for food. And I know how to find shelter, and–"
"–You're a good chaser." Takedown interrupted, unafraid to correct his overzealous nephew, "But you struggle with finishing blows. Keep that in mind when picking your prey."
"Any pack would be lucky to host me." Stormcloud went on, ignoring his uncle's unwelcome advice as he stared out beyond the border, "I'm an asset!"
"Perhaps." Shattersky sighed, after a long moment. "Just… behave yourself, would you? You represent the pack when you travel."
Growing impatient, Stormcloud hurriedly touched his nose to first his mother's, and then his uncle's, in a final farewell. "Marengo Pack will have a spotless reputation by the time I return. I promise."
And with that, he took his first hopeful steps out into the wild.
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Username & ID: Ribgoat #48807
Incoming Date: 01/17/2025
Departure Date: 01/19/2025
Décor Added: N/A
Lore: N/A

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Username & ID: Folkfrog#117105
Incoming Date: 20/01/2025
Departure Date: 29/01/2025
Décor Added: Scar & Background Tree
Lore:

When Stormcloud arrived on the edge of Lavender Howls territory, he was met with a slightly bored looking albino wolf on his way back from a scouting mission. The wolf looked over Stormcloud curiously, his eyes settling on the open wound on his side. "We have a healer back at the den. He's young, but he's good. Would you like to accompany me? I'm Dandelion." He nodded Stormcloud to follow him.

Once back at the den, Stormcloud was first met with the packs leader, Cirilla, a strong wolf with many scars of her own, however she nodded to him with kind eyes. "Cause no harm to us and we will welcome you." Despite the slightly unnerving look of her, she was rather gentle, 5 young pups following behind her as she lead him to their herbalist.

Tiger was new at this job, of course, he'd just taken over from their old herbalist, who had retired to become a mentor, teaching the next generation of pups. He was quick to heal Stormcloud. Although he warned him, this aggressive attitude would not fit well with their hunting packs. Their hunters were all soft and gentle, despite the nature of their jobs. Instead he reccomended him to be a pupsitter. Most of the pups could use a more tougher hand than the very gentle ones that seemed to flock to Lavender Howl.

He sent Stormcloud off to the meadow den once he'd recovered, where two blind wolves sat and spoke softly amongst themselves. They were welcoming, excited for more company. As well as being patient with Stormcloud when he tended to get frustrated about not being on hunts.

Despite not wanting to be a pupsitter, it was free food and board, something Stormcloud had found hard to find on his rough travels. As well as the fact one pup seemed to grow increasingly attached to him. Aurora, the daughter of the packs breeding male, Cyres, who looked like a carbon copy of her father. She found his attitude funny, often prancing around him in the meadow, annoying him and getting underfeet. But he grew to be sort of fond of the little menace during his time at Lavender Howl.

Despite his enjoyment of relaxing under the tree in the meadow, this quiet pack was not the right fit for to stay longer. He knew it was time to continue his journey.

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