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Name: Night
Appearance: 
A beautiful all black she-wolf with brown eyes so dark that they almost match her fur. She looks younger than she is because of her small build.
Gender: Female
Personality: She is not understood by others, she is sharp-tounged, but sweet, vicious when she is needed to be, and is very energetic, hyper, and eager to learn. Night is strong-hearted, open-minded, and will be happy with anyone who accepts her for her and not her looks.
Bio: Night was born in the woods when her mother left her cruel, other pack. Her mother died only one month later, leaving Night as she wandered alone for awhile until she found Rev, for he accepted her into the pack. She is forever grateful to him.
Pack Position: apprentice warrior
Mate: Conker
Pups: Storm and Nina
Name: Nina
Appearance: 
Gender: Female
Personality: Sweet, mischievious, fun-loving, and energetic
Bio: Born into the pack
Pack Position: Pup (Parents: Conker and Night)
Mate: None; to young
Pups: None; she is a pup
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 5:52 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2011 4:08 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 6:14 pm
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[[Kiya]]
 Gender:
Female
Personality:
I wouldn't mess with Kiya unless you want to die, or end up mortally wounded. She is a great fighter and wont hesitate to show her dominance. She is passionate, but can also be kind when she feel pitty, though, that's not very often. She has a hard outside shell that no one has been able to crack, for all she knows, that's the way her heart is. Considering no one's had the strength or will power to try and break her shell.
Bio:
Kiya was framed, that's were we can start. Up until she was framed at a year old, her life was pretty normal, actually, it was more then normal. It was great. She had all the food she could want, great shelter with a loving family, plenty of territory, and nice Regals. Or so she thought. One beautiful afternoon, she came home with a good sized catch for someone as inexperienced as her, fore she had always been a quick learner. But, not everything was well at her camp, they didn't think she could notice, but, out of the corner of their eye's Kiya could see a deep hatred that she had never thought wolves of her pack capable of. Suddenly, a wolf she wasn't quick familiar with barreled into her, knocking her down he pinned her by the throat with a snarl. She whined, fright seeping into her gaze, soon all the other wolves joined in, obviously, that was their que. They began tearing and thrashing at her, shredding fur and flesh. Suddenly, her hero came along, her father. Throwing the wolves from her with his massive jaws, in a not so nice way she might add, he began fighting for his life, and his daughter's.
Kiya's mother, a beautiful grey wolf, quickly helped the frightened Kiya to her feet, a warning to run, run and never look back was all she could tell Kiya before she joined the life or death fight with her dad. Words that did not make sence to her like "Why protect the traitor?" and "She deserves to die!" Barred down on her with a heavy might. She ran as fast as she could that day, doing exactly what her mother warned. She ran, and never looked back, but that doesn't mean she didn't hear the choked snarl of her father's last breath, or the tortured cries of her mother.
It was only a few days later that Kiya's mother was able to find her, and tell her that she had been framed for the murder of their beloved father. Horror had filled her then, and a hard shell had covered her. Her father was murdered, murdered for protecting his only daughter's innocent life, and her mother, beloved and sweat, had been tortured nearly until death. All for something that she didn't do. That day, when she was talking to her mother, she learned of an ambush from one of her friends that her mother was trying to lead her into by telling her which path to take out of the territory. Outraged, Kiya had fled. With her beloved father dead, her scoundrel of a mother have starved and humiliated until near death, and her pack hating her, Kiya set out, hate on her now stone cold heart.
Pack Position:
N/A
Mate:
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The purple-looking eyes are acually blue. I made a mistake in photo-editing.
Name: Black 