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Main
Name: Snowstep
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Pride N/A
The words of power
Loyal, Inquisitive, Stubborn, Dreamer, Meek, Whimsical
Small faqs
Runt of a litter of five
Small for being a male
Albino
Gets and idea, doesn't let up
Grudges are usually for life
Main
Name: Snowstep
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Pride N/A
The words of power
Loyal, Inquisitive, Stubborn, Dreamer, Meek, Whimsical
Small faqs
Runt of a litter of five
Small for being a male
Albino
Gets and idea, doesn't let up
Grudges are usually for life
History
Snowsteps mother had conceived far too early in the year; the result was that she birthed her litter in the dead of winter. Her litter was large, but weak and sickly from the very start. She thought they would die right away; but the litter held on far longer than expected; but as food ran short they started to die. The biggest went first, liquid getting in her lungs from a sickness, a sickness that spread through the rest. They died off one after another, all save two. Snowstep and his brother Bracken were the only to open their eyes.
Snowsteps mother was at a loss at how an albino lived, more so the runt. Against all odds Snowstep had beaten the largest of the litter. It was very rare for an albino to live past its birthing; it was just as rare for the runt to. That Snowstep was both was a curiosity. She ignored the runt in favor of her other son; Bracken was a dark gray and brown cub who was growing fast. Over weeks the two cubs grew; Snowstep was left alone much of the time to figure things out himself ,his brother was taught life’s lessons in the safety of their den.
They grew rapidly and as their first hunting came; it galled Snowsteps mother that the runt took the lead and brought down the first kill while Bracken had stumbled and caused the prey to flee. It had galled Bracken as well, for the dark male had soon taken to striking out at his brother, pushing him and bullying him. Their mother didn’t cared, it was normal; that Snowstep was smaller and weaker didn’t matter. The strong survived and the weak died. All the while Snowstep looked at things his pride wouldn’t have bothered to even acknowledge.
He liked to watch butterflies land on flowers; he liked watching bugs move through the grass; ants were especially fun to watch as they moved about cutting leaves. As they got older and were introduced to the pride he was outlasted from them as well. It was odd his colors; his eyes pale like the dangerous ice that formed over the holes in the ground. Snowstep was a meek cub; and he never really raised his voice against his treatment. This was not to say he was slow, or that he did not mind it. No he was quiet bright and so knew fighting back would make it worse.
When he and his brother reach maturity they were chased from the pride. Snowstep would have normally followed his brother as they searched for a band of rouge males their own age, but this wasn’t going to happen. His color marked him as different, so he left the high mountains and traveled down and away from the old prides. He was in search of new lands; ne thoughts. His pride was old, set in its thinking and in its way. Growing up he had heard the females snarl and snap about the disgust of the new prides. They allowed more than one dominant male; and he wanted to see them.
Snowsteps mother had conceived far too early in the year; the result was that she birthed her litter in the dead of winter. Her litter was large, but weak and sickly from the very start. She thought they would die right away; but the litter held on far longer than expected; but as food ran short they started to die. The biggest went first, liquid getting in her lungs from a sickness, a sickness that spread through the rest. They died off one after another, all save two. Snowstep and his brother Bracken were the only to open their eyes.
Snowsteps mother was at a loss at how an albino lived, more so the runt. Against all odds Snowstep had beaten the largest of the litter. It was very rare for an albino to live past its birthing; it was just as rare for the runt to. That Snowstep was both was a curiosity. She ignored the runt in favor of her other son; Bracken was a dark gray and brown cub who was growing fast. Over weeks the two cubs grew; Snowstep was left alone much of the time to figure things out himself ,his brother was taught life’s lessons in the safety of their den.
They grew rapidly and as their first hunting came; it galled Snowsteps mother that the runt took the lead and brought down the first kill while Bracken had stumbled and caused the prey to flee. It had galled Bracken as well, for the dark male had soon taken to striking out at his brother, pushing him and bullying him. Their mother didn’t cared, it was normal; that Snowstep was smaller and weaker didn’t matter. The strong survived and the weak died. All the while Snowstep looked at things his pride wouldn’t have bothered to even acknowledge.
He liked to watch butterflies land on flowers; he liked watching bugs move through the grass; ants were especially fun to watch as they moved about cutting leaves. As they got older and were introduced to the pride he was outlasted from them as well. It was odd his colors; his eyes pale like the dangerous ice that formed over the holes in the ground. Snowstep was a meek cub; and he never really raised his voice against his treatment. This was not to say he was slow, or that he did not mind it. No he was quiet bright and so knew fighting back would make it worse.
When he and his brother reach maturity they were chased from the pride. Snowstep would have normally followed his brother as they searched for a band of rouge males their own age, but this wasn’t going to happen. His color marked him as different, so he left the high mountains and traveled down and away from the old prides. He was in search of new lands; ne thoughts. His pride was old, set in its thinking and in its way. Growing up he had heard the females snarl and snap about the disgust of the new prides. They allowed more than one dominant male; and he wanted to see them.
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Are credited to mauston-girl.deviantart.com Coloring by myself... Not that there is a whole lot to him! XD
Are credited to mauston-girl.deviantart.com Coloring by myself... Not that there is a whole lot to him! XD
