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The camp is very steep. Down and down into the ravine you travel; trapped by slicks of rock and ice. "It's him," a male voice from your party calls. You stretch your neck to see the newcomer, and immediately want to duck back down, but Foxglove's keen eyes have found you. His nostrils flare as he isolates your wolven scent. A resolutely powerful; well muscled figure of experience, he garners some berth between himself and the others. "What's the meaning in bringing back this child?" he asks dismissively. You make to speak, but are silenced by the reddish wolf on your right. She only smiles, and joins at his side.
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    I am the friend of the lonely, all alone in delight.

╚ I always come back, when the wind blows. ╗
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Bismuth is his brother's secondary at all stops. The two are closest in each others lives and know everything about one another. Bismuth would give his life for him over and over if he had to, and knows Celestica would do the same. His favorite memories of his brother sit with them as neophytes; with brave young bodies and roguish smiles, pelts bitter from the marrs of training and crusted with blood and dust that streams away as they splashed around lazily, sharp toothed grins wide open.
"What's tomorrow going to be all about, eh Cel?"
"Guess we'll find out when we get there, Muthy."

He expected and gave nothing less then the honor of the clan's beta. The rest of his life seemed to fall in line, even if he didnt want the past to leave them. His brother never did. Bismuth courted Ladail soon after, with their first litter arriving that fall.

He took to fatherhood gently. While not as active as his own had been, he made sure to give his mate and their pups good attention in his few hours spent around the camp. As they got older, they grew closer on the hunt. Bismuth was always a wolf of good heart. He looked out for everyone, truely a watcher. Trust in him was never unfounded.

He never suspected anything amiss of her. Who would hurt a charming soul like him? Defenseless, practically, as it was; in the end, when it came down to things. It was Ladaile who convinced him of a sound outside of camp as the the burning wolves crept afoot the forest, watching. They who thundered in front of Bismuth and caused Celestica's watch to charge at his brother, and kill him.

One mistake was all it took. Bismuth had always admired his claws; like those of their grandmother; Adder-bred. They could pierce the antlers of any bull. Any foe, and any friend, no matter how close.

╚ Watch closely, or you'll miss it.  ╗



✶ A quiet soul with his father's personality and haunted eyes. ✶

He has a great fondness for birds, having bonded with Visions over them. He put all of his trust in his mentor, and thought he'd have a great number of years left to learn from the knowledgeable feme, but her heart was put to rest by infection neither of them could fix. Her sister followed soon after, promising Witching it wasnt his fault.
He and his sister sat together at their parents' memorials; but have yet to bond with eachother further then that despite both being watchers.
Witching has a strange, unfortunate tendency to be brutally honest, leading to Strawberry Crush being the more sympathetic Woundele among the two. Witching is incredibly clever; a straightfoward solution finder. For inexplicable reason, he knows about Gravel Brume and who she was despite being born a great many seasons after her death.
The clan rumors like her and his mentor, he can see ghosts; but this isnt true. It's an insecurity of his. 

╚ Others want to believe in greatness, I believe in myself.  ╗
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      ⊗ Lightless, rarely, can be seen on the high rocks of the clan, watching over comings and goings of her clanmates. Celestica will deliver a squirrel carcass to her on occasion, presumably because of her role as one of the highest-status hunters. ⊗

Lightless is accustomed to change. She was born from the breeding pair of high-fighter wolves in her natal dagari group; however later in times of war was gifted to the clan for their service is overthrowing the Sapphire wolf clan once and for all, near the end of first queen's life.
Lightless believes this change was an honor, but that didnt stop her from struggling to adjust. She quickly became claustrophobic; from a prarie to a cold, entangled forest. Her stomach quaked from strange food, and skills diminished in darkness. She became rather aggressive as a result of this stress, commanding despite simply making things up. While everyone else fell for this charade, the bright burning wolf did not. Lightless always had an eye on him, quiet in the background, standing aside while many their age did all the talk with not a claw behind it, unlike his brother. She respected this, and little more until she shock of just how gentle this loner was. He seemed to shine for her, and the two grew to trust one another as fighters and friends.
Any feelings this caused were quashed by his sudden rise to leader. It would no longer be her place,  especially after she was appointed a watcher. They let their love die. Time moved without the red wolf.

Nonetheless, Lightless wanted a family of her own. She had been within the clan long enough; with an understanding of her respect. Lightless was confident that another hunter would want her companionship, and once word of the Soft Queen court rituals reached her ear, she made plan to participate, with no real expectation for the face she wanted most to see.
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It took awhile, even after she and Celestica accepted one another as eachothers pair for their awkwardness to melt. They were very quiet about it for the longest time, but without the prying eyes of their clanmates, they bloomed together. She found Celestica to be very vulnerable when he was with her, something she adored of him. Lightless was always curious to know what he thought of her; from her looks to skill, though in the end it was neither.
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The development did not keep her from her duties. She extended a paw to her clanmates, befriending the mentor queens and coaching young pups very early into her third wending; with her similar youth and patient, faithful demeanor training better then practiced claws; while her belly rounded with her own.

Lightless admitted she was scared, becoming a mother so young; with her own dying of a childbirth accident in the litter after hers. But not wanting the clan to see her twitchy, she fled for a time to her natal clan for comfort; ashamed she had betrayed their honor. It took much coaxing from Celestica to get her to return after this blow; but she was brave. Lightless would not let rumor of disloyalty cripple her ability or her children's status. She kept quiet about their father as well, hoping this would pass some sympathy for her disappearance. It was many a season before their relationship came to the light, so the clan wouldnt know the reason behind her leinancy in return, and Celestica could lead strong. Lightless nearly thought they wouldnt survive it, but he seemed almost not to care about this reputation, but about her.
Alongsides the help of her mentor queen friends, her pups grew strong. Her roots in the clan deepened; but rather then in the legacy of an alliance gift; as the legacy of Lightless.
born summer at night, windy weather
feb 21 2022 FIRST LYROPE
born from a traditional dagari clan, her name bring lightless due to her strange lack of paw prints

~~[Path: Apologetic]~~~
"Curiosity you say?"

The wolf asking is dark-furred. Zeir black hairs are glossy, like no wolf you've ever seen; they stand tall and on edge, artificially spiked. You cant make heads or tails of her uncanny demeanor; though zeir face is relatively familiar to yours, and flashes of excitement. You nod your head with a gulp.

"Divvadae, Finally!" Zey squeal, tail dashing. You smile despite yourself, encouraged by her enthusiasm. The others stare at her in disbelief, but the challenging posture relaxes. "It is just a pup, after all.. It's on them to break the accord, not us.." The great auburn wolf with dark fur stares you down with stoic eyes.  This black wolf stares him right back. "Blood Shaker, enough with the cynicism, you're barely older then this kid here." While he doesnt relent, a snicker passes through the circle. She turns zeir attention back to you, bowing playfully. "Dont be shy! You've made it this far, pretty impressive for a mountain kid! I've made friends among your kind, young one. Maybe you've heard the name Spectrum before? The mountain folk are more friendly then the Clan makes you out to be, but I've never met one interested in getting to know us back!"

"Yeah, my clan makes fun of those who want to see if the legends are real too, but it didnt stop me!" You say confidently. Zey smile at you encouragingly,
"Iceclan likes the curious and kind," Spectrum tells you. "So long as you wonder, you are welcome with us."
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╚ Rise to the sun like sunflowers; I am of equal attention. ╗
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✶ Spectrum is an oddball, an extrovert despite her family. Zey share in her pale mother's naivety, but is incredibly friendly and genuine. ✶


Many were shocked to find zeir dark pelt, like her sisters, also shimmered with iridescence and strange marks. Times were shifting into a new age, as the second litter of Helmi and Prisma's blinked open slowly. New Day mentored ziem in her youth, even as a single pup; zey were a handful. She's made friends in wolven tribes, having passed for them before; a mysterious, beautiful stranger. She's garnered much attention in the wolven courting world because of this, with a kind of fame no one in the clan is aware of.

That said, zey come to the leader often, more then a regular wolf should, and often hold guard outside of his door, possibly because Celestica took a fatal hit before her that wracked his vocals; but more so because she garners an obvious puppycrush.
   
She also has great admiration for Celestica's lady friend, Lightless, though knows the feeling will never be mutual. QPR however.

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Peaking your head in the clan's nursery, among resting queens there appears to be yet another silky white wolf whom you misplaced at first. A domestic queen, by the looks of her leafy adornments; yet she lacks soft queen flowers. You quiery her relation to the other two, though she seems quite a few years behind them. "Did you need something? Or are you just trying to get my pelt to burn?" Asks a sharp, evening voice. Living Mice is suddenly in your face, a pygmy wolf with shaking limbs, and a pale, flaking face. "Unlike my siblings, I am not immune to the winter sun."
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╚ Ts - We'll Meet Again ╗
╚ I will forget what I do not repeat ╗

Her parents' last baby. Petrichor Smoke paraded her about in a sling of his dark furs days after she was born, his abyssal eyes soft with love. He was the clan's most senior, even if he preformed as strongly as any other iceclan wolf. The deep winter had nearly taken him; but his life was returning, it seemed, rejuvenated, now that he had one last tailsman of his legacy. But even excitement for his daughter could not spare him a few more years with her.

Her colorless eyes would open in a world without her father in it. Her first pawsteps were taken excitedly into the unknown.
All that could be heard when the little feme ran into the summer sun were screams. Her ceaseless white fur only shined, and no one could tell that her skin blistered. She screeched and howled in agony, begging her mother to return to the nursery. Blushing River obliged, distraught breaking her stupor from her mate's death.

But that was the only time in her life she ever ran tail between legs.

The nursery queens saw her father in Living Mice. Her arrogance, confidence; and bravery. She was a perfectly healthy wolf by night, almost overactive at that; But every moment in the day the possibility of entering the sun was brought into question, she fell to her namesake with hard breathing and scared excuses.

Many believed the child was being dramatic. Attention needy after her parents were cast off by age and grief. They let her go on nocturnally; but still muttered. She had barely shed her puppish furs when the time came to let her mother go with a stone to mark her passing. Living Mice was a rage-fueled neophyte. She passed the first two wending trials without hesitation; only dragged from the rapid depths of the final trial by her then guardian, Foxglove, when she'd near drowned trying to find the cave's exit in the absolute darkness of night.

She took the news of being unable to become a hunter better then expected; at least when she'd finished fighting with her ex-guardian over it. Neither were happy; but Living Mice put on her mother's calm face as she returned to the nursery; a queen in training.

Lavender Helmi was nervous about this for such an aggressive child, but this eased with time. Though sharp, Living Mice's anger never broke through in the ways it did with her siblings; who asides from her latter eldest sister; had little to do with her. Each had lives their own, and their roles meant they were rarely in proximity. But Living Mice took to learning their names. It was much of her work as a neophyte queen; pup names; queen names; expecting wolf names; healing herb names; rituals. She channeled her dedication into memory, building a non-linear collection in her head. She knew everything about everything this way; and it made her want more.

In a journey down below to the lesser hunter tunnels, she met April's Eclipse for the first time; an immediate rival. They only aggravated one another, and when she struck first; she had to outrun him into the tunnels below, where she found strange scratches like those she'd never seen. Intruged, she followed them; patterned them; and grew to understand the writings that a certain pair of lovers had left in their courtship time. Living Mice grew literate; absorbed in reading and writing. In time, she wrote her own tales. Reminders, lessons, names. She was obsessed with the scratches in the dark. They marked the secrets of the clan.

"If there's one thing I hate, It's a coward."

The words burned her ears like the sun did her pelt. She'd been about to enter the caves once more.  Eclipse, Hollyhock and Wire passed her by without further comment. But Living Mice had enough. For moons,

 

╚ Ts- School Friends  ╗
╚ I love without fear; even if, when it gets me hurt; no one is brave enough to heal me. ╗

✶ She's shy and awkward looking. Her body is tall and lanky with pretty, deep red fur that reminds one of Celestica. She doesnt have many friends. Naive and adventurous. ✶

╚ I'm in the twilight zone, pretty colors that I cant hear. ╗
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⊗ An Ex-Sapphire Clan feme i have decided to spoil for no reason, thus her name. She's neither here nor there, and can be rather mean at times, homesick. ⊗

Not a canonical child of Kepler but that is why i did work to obtain her lol

"It's Spoiled Tongue. I think it's because my pelt reminded my mother, Coy- No, Coy Klepto, of rotting prey. That's all she lived off of, while she nursed me and my sisters. I guess I'll never know now, she never trusted the guard to protect the rest of us, and disappeared into the mountains with my clanmates."

She has a reserved personality but is ultimately very sweet, like Impulse. It's been speculated that she was an unpopular part of her clan for her alarming social habits; although apart of White Wolf's outter guard, which suggests status by him if nothing else.

She  often speaks up at awkward times, with an odd sense of humor and unreliable responses, but she's doing her very best. She has the best of intentions at all times.

Spoiled was born at the end of Sapphire Clan's existence. She was with White Wolf when he was finally murdered; and hid in the mountains as the clans scoured them for his soldiers around her. Bismuth found her, and recognizing her hesitancy and fear as a yearling, he was very patient with her, eventually earning her absolute trust that led her into following him right back into the clan. 

The feme is very well acquainted with the queen circles despite being somewhat of an outlier to their usual gathering. She's not Celestica's biggest supporter, but has nothing against him as her leader either.

Spoiled Tongue can be found arranging prey on branches from time to time. According to her, airing  out the flesh keeps it fresher for longer, even if it does give it a rather gamy taste.
Bred me my first Blueschrist!

╚ Ts - Forbidden Friendship ╗
╚ I promise in me there is always a home for kindness. ╗
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✶An amiable, curious wolf with a lot on his mind, usually. His demeanor is uncannily confident, something he got from his infamous father.✶



⭐Sensitive Hearing: A wolf with this charma can hear the voices of the dead should their location in the Essence be relative in the real world.

Usually handles the dead more often then Witching. Unlike his more famed mentor, Witching has another ability. He can hear the dead; rather then see them. Especially when younger in age; he often hears the laughter of pups that do not survive their first cold winter, and it makes him happy.

Strawberry is fond of Witching, but knows it wont go two ways. He's the only wolf who understands the amount of stress his mentor went through when Visions died before Witching had ascended. He and Witching always followed in the same circles, even if they werent exactly friends before that point. Strawberry was thankful to be chosen as the next woundele; even if the seeing was untraditional and very; very early for such a newly-ascended healer; As he failed a wending trial refusing to hurt the elk.

╚ Friends fight until the last breath ╗
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becomes friendly w bismuth and is generally a sweet guy, a little stern on the surface, but well rounded. He's known to be somewhat oblivious.
his legs are strong and fur long; especially for a wolf. A fine speciman for certain; the sole son of Moorland Flower. He likes Ladail only because she's his sister and is more friendly with Silverado.
He's not sure how to comfort his wife. he tries his best but ultimately is too stoic to understand what she's going through.

~~[Path: Defiant]~~~
"Bullshit,"
You recognize the striking blue wolf who spat at you the first time, with sharp selene fur. "You cant play innocent and then speak to Iceclan wolves with such pride! I'll teach you a lesson about a shutting up with my claws-!" Their grey-pawed companion steps between you both, smaller, but mighter at the same time. Her fur is thick, and she appears to have cut dagari wings. Delta gives your accusor a stern look; and they appear to stall, still looking violent. Your ears flatten slightly. "The only reason I've spared your pathetic ass from this hunter is because I will not have a child killed on my pack's earth. Especially not a mountain pup. What excuse do you have, seeking Clan wolves? I've never seen your kind go so far out of their way."

You meet her intelligent blue eyes confidently, "I'm willing to do what it takes to learn them, whatever that may be. Mountain wolves may not question what they dont know, but I do."

Delta looks almost impressed. "Exactly the type of response my brother would have given," She mentions casually. "But his search for answers killed him. You wont make it far without a friendly face like mine."
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⊗╚ Ts- Brooklyn Baby╗⊗
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Child of April and Kaleidoscope
She was incredibly close with her littermate Sleet before he was murdered. Her parent died long before. Sleet looked like them before his passing. Delta remains touchy about it to this day, she never really does get over his loss. They were platonic soul mates, the Castor and Pollux of Iceclan.

her story is a lot of things, but basically she's my comfort snarky quiet introvert. Delta travels, but isnt famous for it, she has no particular big role in anything other then inadvertently pissing off the loner group that would become the Divided Ones thousands of years down the line, so that i guess.
she's a pretty talented fighter, very sneaky. her favorite smell is pines.
Best friend is River Strider, who she's come to think of as the wolf in Sleet's place. Eventually he helps her and her partner Pale Gaze have a family, and the three coparent.

~~[Path: Defiant]~~~

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This wolf is gossiping in the corner of the camp with a slightly older feme. They both appear to be pure-bred wolves as well! But with unusually sparkling, sheened fur; though that could be because they groom eachother all day. "I wish you would introduce me to your brother," You hear her sigh to her companion. Her voice is inexplicably beautiful. "He seems to have more interest in recruiting nosy children then he does in a mate."
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╚ Why do you look at me that way? ╗
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✶She's a lot nicer then her brother and similar to her mom with her dad's bold streak. She's got a tongue of her own, but she's less quick to use it then anyone of her family. Her fur is mildly messy and unkempt; she has gold eyes✶


Besties with Nesting Osprey, might have them platonically raise a kid in the future.

╚ The snow falls around us; but still I am drawn to you.  ╗
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✶ Archangel is an awkward cutie. She's round and fluffy, a little slow-paced, but suddenly the most high-strung wolf around when flustered. ✶


crushes on soft dream
as u may be able to tell from how i draw her, she's gloomy with a low self esteem. Hair over her eyes from dagari genetics has made her self conscious about how it looks and her abilities. 
art :3

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You make to speak for yourself, but the red wolf from earlier stops you with a smile and twinkle in her eye. Her effect is immediate. Where the sharpness came from that midnight brushed pelt at once seems to melt away like the night into dawn. Falla lowers herself to whisper something in his tall ear, and then sits by him loyally as his attention turns to Purgatory. Her eyes never leave him. "Careful not to become his neophyte," Drowning Night whispers with a smirk "The best there is; but if you fall short of his standards, you might as well quit training; and if you dont; you might fall for him." Her eyes catch the red wolf. 
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You try getting a closer look at this wolf, but he snarls. "I bite."
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A steely, smaller built wolf. Adopted by April into the clan after murder of his intruding wolven parents by neighboring dagari. Eclipse cherishes his parent dearly, the two are very close and share a similar sense of dark humor. In youthful years he was also looked after by Sky Catcher, his uncle who taught him appreciation for mentorship. He was there at his final breaths. Eclipse is fair friends with his step-mother; though while seasons older then her, he often gifts Kaleidoscope stoat flur clumps from his plights; and keeps a watchful luminescent eye on his young step-siblings. He has a penchant for trouble and thievery, which seems to run in his parent's blood.

Eclipse also has a geniune bad streak as well, however. He was quick to put blame on Delta for her brother's death; and tortured Living Mice for moons; though this did result in him losing an eye to her. He seems to get better, but it's very hard to tell with someone like him.

He and Living Mice are very quiet about the fact that they now lead a relationship, though some of the other queens have guessed, with watchful eyes on their tunnel meetings, and warned him with teeth to stay away from her. [I will be blunt when I say,] They know he's incredibly toxic. Although the younger queen seems to have a way of putting up with his bullshit, they're righteously worried about the toll he could take on her. He knows they ward him off during rituals, praying on infertility.

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A strange glint from the darkness. Immediately, this wolf feels far more of a danger then any of the other guarding wolves you've seen so far. He would look like a mountain wolf if not for his downturned eyes and triangular nose. You're shocked to realize he wears the jewels once paraded by the long-dead Sapphire Clan; as though flaunting their broken flags. What would a clan wolf be doing here? His face is long and handsome, heavy scarred. You see it only for a brief moment before he disappears back into the forest from wence he passes.
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╚ No use in crying, I'd rather flash fangs. ╗