Pumaflicker

"T3 Badger | 🍂"

ID #6688435

Owned by Mack
Bred by ScarletQueen
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This wolf is currently on a breeding cool down. She will be able to fall pregnant again in 5 rollovers!
This wolf has not rolled over today and will not be able to be traded or gifted until its next rollover.

Level	14

Strength	176
Speed	92
Agility	82
Wisdom	163
Smarts	88
Total	601

This wolf cannot be retired right now!

Family

Wardrobe

Currents
Age	4 years 11 months (Adult)
Sex	Female
Energy
Mood
Hunger
HP
Personality	Unfriendly

Breeding Information
Age in Rollovers	118
Pups Bred	14 pups bred
Last Bred	2023-12-03 08:56:37
Fertility	Low
Heat Cycle	On Cooldown
Items Applied	None!
Pair Bond	Shiningpool

Looks
Base	Badger (0.44%)
Base Genetics	Muted Medium III
Eyes	Black
Skin	Noctiluca
Nose	Apollo
Claws	Root
Mutation	None
Secondary Mutation	None
Carrier Status	Unknown
Variant	Default

Markings
Slot 1	None
Slot 2	None
Slot 3	Wisp Sprite (20% : T3)
Slot 4	None
Slot 5	None
Slot 6	White Marbled Unders (67% : T1)
Slot 7	Dark Brown Cross (44% : T1)
Slot 8	None
Slot 9	None
Slot 10	White Underfur (21% : T0)

Biography

Litter Tiers
001﹒ 2 T1s & 2 T3s
002﹒ 2 T1s & 1 T3s

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Lore idea :
With glowing growth ranging from miss to vines, lunar butterflies fluttering around as Crookedstar padded through, making sure not to step on the little critters below. Lunar owls hooting, crickets singing their music and coyotes cackling in the distance. This was the place.
Where many unwanted pups were dumped during the lunar moon where coyotes and other lunar creatures enjoyed their surprise meals. Tonight Crookedstar had to save them— well at least a few with the help of her scout and hunters. Her ears perked, listening to the sound of water flowing down hill, the wind howling with loose leaves that danced within the breeze. No signs of any tiny bundles settled in the overgrowth, turning her tail. Eyes darting back and forth as she reached the sided of the pond. The noisy croaks of frogs warning nearby amphibians of the wolfs arrival. Her eyes roaming the swampy location. Dragonflies glowing, bullfrog's eyes straight intently at the canine, death glares, curious eyes. Taking in a deep breath.
Scents of the wet earthy smell, prey all around— milk-warm whiff. Ears perked, eyes darting back and forth as she followed the scent. Making careful steps.
The faint sound of whelps and whines began to come louder as she approached the reeds large patches of grass. Staring down at a small brown blob that moved at the sound of pawsteps.
This pup had to be no less than 12 weeks, those pitch black eyes that seemed as if you were staring into the nothingness.
Rising her head into the air, her breathe visible in the air as she took a deep breath in before letting out a ringing howl. Loud enough for lunar creatures, monsters and nearby wolves would hear her. Hopefully her pack heard her— getting a better look at the pup, sniffing and removing any foreign smells before picking up the badger pup between her chomps. The stench of it's mother-dog hadn't been wiped off, without Crookedstar. This pup would be bear food.