Biography
A white female limped with pain, cracking branches and leaves as she stumbled. Theses pups were to be damned, just as she was as a pup. She couldn't let them be white, she couldn't let them end up like her. A cave loomed atop a small hill. The perfect place. She hobbled inside, the wet floor gleaming in the moonlight. The pain struck her again, sending her tumbling to the floor, hitting her head on a rock. She gave birth to three pups, unconscious and cold. Two were normal. One was white with cold red eyes, a startling image of her mother.
The she wolf woke up to two bundles of fur snuggled next to her. She was awestruck at them. But then she looked behind her. A small white pup with red eyes. "No..." She whimpered. There was nothing to do now. She couldn't go back to her pack. He told her to run and never turn back, that he would find her and their pups. But would he come back or had he been killed by the pack. The thoughts rumbled through her head like lightning, until a crack brought her back to reality. A male stood in the door way, bleeding from wounds on his back. The she wolf ran to him, they kissed and he looked into the cave. The two pups full of color, and the one in the corner. Ghastly and pale. They took the two colorful pups, for that was all they could carry. "I'm sorry my darling, you are damned, we mustn't take you." And they left her, all alone.
Her belly grew hungry and her body was weak from the weeks of malnutrition. She had studied her self closely in puddles seeing herself different from the rest. She had found bugs and worms to eat, but she needed more. Then one day a white wolf with the face of a panda found her. He picked her up by the scruff and ran into the forest. When she awoke she found herself in a warm den. There was a white and grey wolf talking to somebody outside the den, and a white wolf staring at her from across the den. He was also damned, she could tell because of his red eyes and white coat. His stare was chilling. She shivered as she looked away. "Where am I?" she asked.
"Your in my den, and my parents pack. My name is Henderson, this is my mate Frost. We will be taking care of you." A loud voice came from across the room, it was Henderson's.
"Your a fighter and very lucky. You were almost dead when Charcoal found you." Frost said as she brought a piece of deer to the pup.
"What's your name? Or do you not have one?"
The pup frowned. "No I do not have a name, my mother left me to die. She didn't care enough the give me a name."
"Well that's to bad. Hmm... How about Alli?" Frost yelped.
Her little red eyes gleamed. "Yes that sounds wonderful."
Henderson stood from his bed and walked toward the door of the den. "Well are you coming to meet the pack Alli?"
She jumped up full of excitement, hi-tailing it out of the door.
Breeding Info
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| Personality
Once you hunt man, you will always feel the thirst.
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Special Skills
Leads The Warriors with Rebain, lead trainer, and founder of The Warriors. She is the best warrior the pack has seen.
Her two companions are a rat named Ratsby, and a chipmunk named Gus. Ratsby was found almost drowned in a river, and Gus just appeared one day in Alli's den. The two fight a lot, but they are great friends most of the time.
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