Thistle



Thistle







Appearance





 Fur: Ivory Fur With Light Gray Markings including flecks of deeper grays along the back and tail

Facial Features: Cunning Yellow Eyes, Ivory Audits, Flecks of Light Gray around face and eyes, Pure White Muzzle

Distinguishing Features: His Posture, Size, & Unusually Dull yet Cunning Yellow Optics

Build: Muscles residing in his Jaws and Upper Body, Of Voluminous Stature, and slender snout

Wounds/Scars: TBA

Positive Personality Traits: Kind, Friendly, Firm

Negative Personality Traits: Bitter, Vicious, DauntingScent: Typically smells of Mountains and Pure Water from the Mountains

Family



Bone was killed when Thistle was around the age of an older novice, as he fled from his father's pack, he left his mother. Little did Thistle know, that his mother was going to have pups when he fled with his best friend. His mother gave birth to a beautiful she-wolf named twilight, she was named after her black pelt with white freckle like spots under her eyes.

Father~ Bone ~Status~ Deceased

Mother~ Willow~Status~ unknown

Sister~Twilight~Status~ unknown

Personality



 Positive Personality Traits- bitter when it comes to attitude, strict, and humorous

 Negative Personality Traits- anger issues and likes to see blood shed

History



 Thistle was raised with his parents in a little group with their friends. On what seemed a perfect morning, Thistle and his little group came across a clan camp, Thistle's father Bone urged Thistle to go see if cats were there. Thistle did so and came back and reported that there was cats there "Lets go hunt some little kitties " Bone said with smirk and started padding towards the camp. " W-what are you going to do to those cats?" Little Thistle asked as he raced after his father. Soon he saw Bone and his group burst into the camp and yowl, the cats in the camp looked so terrified. " Watch this Thistle" Bone growled to him, he charged at one cat and bit down on it's neck, blood slowly trickled down the cat's limp body. Thistle was a bit horrified at the sight but got used to blood spilling over the moons. A few moons later when Thistle was the age of a novice Bone and his group did a huge mission, to find their worst enemy and destory their pack. They set out and found the camp and attacked. Thistle help fight only a little after a while he watched his father fight the pack's leader, Bone soon yelped and pain and fell to his side. Thistle's orbs widened as he watched his father die, He howled and charged at the leader then bit into their windpipe. The leader fell limp and Thistle ran away into the forest never to be seen again from his father's group.