Biography
Cookie Dough was a lucky wolf.
She had a lovely life. Her mom and her dad adored her.
They gave her what she wanted, they gave her undivided attention.
She was adored and doted upon and many aunts, uncles and grandparents came
to see her lickle baby toes, her tiny little paws,
her sweet breath, her sweet little muzzle filled with teeny tiny sharp teeth
and soft luscious speckled coat. Wolves for miles around marvelled
at her daring dalmation coat speckled brown and black and white.
They cooed and cradled the puppy as she yawned, her mouth small and pink.
She cried out piercingly as her tummy rumbled. She whimpered and cried.
Suddenly the screams were quelled as her eyes fell on an elder bringing her a tiny shrew
stone dead, yet rigor mortis had not yet set in. "Tuck in, puppy. This is the tastiest and highest valued
meat we can catch for youngins'. You are a lucky pup as ancients tales say a pup who's
first meal is shrew will be the strongest pup in the pack." He grinned at her kindly
as she took the shrew, pounced on it and ate its tail first as her elders always told her.
The elder looked on approvingly and went to lick Cookie Dough "You young pup will be rewarded
as you listen to your elders, the tail of Luck will save you from major doom" He mustered the strength
to walk over to the stream. "Come young pup for you are to learn to swim"
Cookie Dough wandered with Celeste the elder to go to the river, the river of youth, Cookie Dough watched in surprise
as the limping elder bathed in it and came out as a pup Cookie Dough's age.
"Wow" She exclaimed as Celeste came out as a pup again.
Celeste looked at Cookie Dough and whispered "This is a secret pool pup, this is known only to those with the wisdom
who eat the lucky shrew tail side up, those other pups were idiots, they ate the brains first, discarding
the ropy disgusting tail as they took a nibble spat it out, peed on it and discarded it. I am 100 years old
and nobody else knows at all except you, pup"
"You are a wise old wolf" She says as she walks to inspect Celeste. She looks at Celeste and is amazed as the old wolf, has no more bruises, no more limp and his scars are forever gone.
"The secret" Celeste whispers to Cookie Dough "Is to not do this until you are about to die as if you do this before they may get suspicious"
Suddenly a wolf that looked like Celeste the elder came out.
Celeste sent Cookie Dough home and told her to cry and to bring her parents right here. "As if you don't die people get suspicious"
Cookie Dough ran home, tears streaming out of her eyes "Mama, papa, we got attacked by wild animals. Celeste is dying come on, we gotta go see him before he dies"
Cookie Dough ran to where the "death" of Celeste happened. "Celeste" Cookie Dough cried out despairingly pushing the old wolf. Cookie Dough ran to where her parents were and started wailing miserably.
Suddenly a young puppy ran to Cookie Dough and waggled his tail at her. His floofy butt in the air and ran around.
"Mama,papa can we take in this puppy? I saw him before Celeste died so it must be a sign mama" Cookie Dough was pouncing on the pup. "Yes, we may as well take this pup for he must have been abandoned"
"Yay"Cookie Dough shrilled at the top of her voice. "He says he doesn't havea name, can we call him Clarity? I like that name as its super duper with sprinkles on top pretty"
Breeding Info
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| Personality
Revised Bio(made by Victoria Winters 81685, she's amazing.):
Bathing in the center of attention, Cookie Dough smiled sweetly as wolves crowded around her to gaze upon her white-speckled creamy-black pelt. They let out soft murmurs of affection and approval as the small she-pup let out a squeak of greeting, fluffing out her chest fur proudly as her emerald eyes drifted around her pack.
This couldn't be more perfect: a life were everyone adored her, constantly cooing about how adorable she was and seeing visitors most of the time. What could possibly go wrong?
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Cookie Dough wailed for food. It wasn't normal that she was hungry, but this time, her stomach growled angrily for some type of prey. Her green orbs lit at the sight of an old wolf nearing; he walked stiffly as if in pain from his aching bones, but a grin grew on his muzzle as he dropped a shrew beside the youngster's paws.
"What's that?" Cookie Dough asked curiously, sniffing it.
"A shrew - something every wolf values, and especially pups. If you eat the tail first, it will bring you eternal luck. Understand, young'in?"
"Yes!" Cookie Dough said cheerfully, chewing on the tail before finishing it. She licked her chops happily, her tiny tail thrashing. "That was tasty!"
Preferences
The elder gave a small nod; then he turned his cranium in the direction of the stream. "I think it's time you learned how to swim." He slowly rose to his paws, only swaying slightly before regaining his balance. He looked delicate, and indeed he was as he stumbled over out of camp. Ears pushed forward, Cookie Dough followed, occasionally pausing to paw at a butterfly on the way.
Celeste, the old wolf, stopped and explained to her what this was. She didn't quite believe him until he, ancient and frail, stepped fully into the water.
"Careful - you could dr..." Cookie Dough stopped in her sentence, watching with disbelief as the elder raised his body out of the river. "No. Flipping. Way."
He had... transformed. Now young and well-muscled, his eyes gleaming with unfamiliar energy, Celeste grinned at her and stepped out. "Pup, this is the secret pool of youth. You have this gift as I do because you've eaten the lucky shrew tail first; the rest of them young'ins were idiots and ate the brains first. Can you just believe--" He didn't finish, instead starting again. "I am over one hundred years old, and it is only you who know."
Cookie Dough was amazed. "Woah," she said in a low voice before she wriggled her hindquarters. "That's awesome! You're like so old and--"
Celeste was looking in the distance. "Go home. Keep this a secret."
"But--"
"NOW." Celeste snapped, eyes fixed on the forest ahead. His eyes shone as if he knew what was going to happen to him within just moments ahead...
Cookie Dough scrambled clumsily off, returning home. "Mama, dada, Celeste told me to get you!" She brought her parents there, and she saw the lifeless body of the elder. Tears streamed down her face. How could he have died?
Suddenly, the bushes rustled. A yo
Special Skills
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Winter 
Day Weather: 
Brimstone
