Name: Rising Moon
Age: 2 years
Gender: Female
Rank: Hunter
Eye Color: Turquoise
Pelt: Pure White
Personality: Kind, Fun-loving. She's willing to do what's right, and doesn't mind getting her paws dirty. She doesn't care much for love, in fact, she doesn't even notice when it's around. She's pretty stupid when it comes to love, really.
Sexual Orientation: She only likes males, if she manages to notice love for once in her life.
Wounds: A small scar on her right front leg when she got into a fight with a young polar bear.
Accessories: None
Mother: Racing Time, Alpha of a pack of wolves in Antarctica.
Father: Harsh Blizzard, Beta of the same pack of wolves in Antarctica.
Brothers: Falling Sun
Sisters: Shooting Star
Friends: Few
Foes: None
Mate: Nope
Pups: Nope
Crush: Nope
Likes: Snow, cold weather, being around other wolves, the moon, clouds, "bad" weather.
Dislikes: Wolves full of themselves, humans, polar bears, any other bears, boring things.
History: Rising Moon would commonly get into trouble as a pup. Her confused, fun-loving nature caused her to stray off from her pack, and commonly almost get hurt. Although, everyone still loved her. She and her siblings always played a game they called "Hunter," where there would be one wolf being the prey, and the two others had to see who could catch the prey first. Rising Moon loved her parents, and they loved her back. All until one dreadful day.
On that day, Rising Moon saw what she thought was another wolf in the distance, so she ran towards it. She blended into the snow, so no one noticed. "Hello!" She called once she was close. But, the figure turned around, and it was a young polar bear. She squealed, and called for her pack. "Racing Time! Harsh Blizzard! Somebody!" She squeaked, to scared to move. But they made it too late. The polar bear swung at the poor pup, being only 5 moons old, and she flew like a rag doll away from her pack. It had left a deep scratch in her front right leg. What she hadn't noticed before, was the group of humans in the distance. One of them crouched in front of her, but she was too scared and too weak to move. It picked her up, and raced away from the bear and her pack. She blacked out after that.
She had been brought to an animal care center, from what she could decode from the Humans' strange speech. Her leg had healed, but a scar was left as a reminder of what happened. When she was 7 moons old, she was brought to a loud place full of different animals. She was put in a large open space, that still had gates, with other wolves. She padded up to one, an elder, the oldest one there. "Hi..." She said as she reached him. "Ah, so you're the newbie. Welcome to the Minnesota zoo, honey." The kind wolf dipped his head. "My name's Rising Moon. What's yours?" She asked. "Rancher." The wolf stated. "Well... Do you know when I get to go back to Antarctica?" She asked. Rancher shook his head sadly. "Afraid that ain't gonna happen. Wolves who come to the zoo never go home again. Sorry, sweet pea." This enraged Rising Moon. From then on, she hated humans. She had Rancher and the other wolves help her make an escape plan, but they didn't want to leave, strangely. The day she pulled the escape, she just barely did, but she knew that she couldn't go back to Antarctica. It was too far away. She'd never see Racing Time again, or Harsh Blizzard. She'd never play with Falling Sun or Shooting Star, and she'd never see the rest of her pack again. She wandered around, making it to Wyoming. She avoided Humans, for over a year, until she was 2 years old. She hoped to find other wolves to stay with, to remind her of her old pack.
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