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⋆⋆⋆ He was also covered on the necklace part, as it were. One black paw reaching up to touch the golden chained, deeply coloured gemstone that rested against his chest. His own wedding band from a past life, as it were- and with that in mind he still approached, thinking of making a bracelet much like Alaska had planned on doing. Nodding his head to all who were present, he sat down next to Alaska, looking over the supplies that Stolenpaw had. Ah, that was right- he wasn't all too sure on how to start, either way.

"How do ya put 'em all together, anyways?" he asked aloud, leaving it open for anyone to question. [/justify]

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⋆⋆⋆ An invitation to a prom- that was absolutely lovely as it were, the male thought. A prom was a lovely thing, too, and at once the Adviser thought of asking Alaska to go along with him- something he had wished he could have done the very first time he had attended a dance or a ball, when the distance between the two of them had still been great. Regardless, he hadn't bothered calling out- the echo a pointless thing as Cherry was already gone from sight. Had he arrived sooner, he would have attempted calling out after her, but no need too now.

"Sounds like fun," he mused, finally speaking up after he had approached the group. Who else would be in attendance, did the male briefly think, tilting his head to the side. He'd probably go, most social events were a good thing, after all.[/justify]

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⋆⋆⋆ His paws carefully traipsed over stone as his sun-kissed eyes looked over the cracks in the mountain, looked at the flowers that pushed their way through brittle soil and ledges to help announce the coming of Spring. The sun had started to bleed red out into the sky as the blue swept away, turning darker and darker with every passing moment. It was one of Beowolf's favourite time of day, but lately, not even the sun and it's bleeding colours could help him feel relaxed. For his shoulders twitched and his ears were always alert, his eyes wide, and despite a false confidence that reigned him over, the male was ultimately still afraid. He was jumpy, irritable at times, but worst of all prone to little anxiety attacks here and there.

It was all because of that accident- of the humans fault, and even just vaguely thinking about it set his heart up into his throat, it's beat mad like a drummer in a marching band. At once point he had to stop, the pads on the bottom of his paws feeling and running over the cool stone beneath him. His bright copper eyes glued to the ground as he parted his jaws, to breathe in, to breathe out. No, no he wouldn't succumb to the fear, not out in the open like this. It was only then that the wolf realized he was rather exposed- and he didn't like it. Looking around at the trees, his vision seemed hazy almost, and birds cawed in the distance, unexpected, making the wolf jump. "Stop," he said to nothing in particular, wild eyed, looking over to the sun. It was bright, too bright, if he stared almost as bright as- Look away, he told himself, prying his visionaries away from the blinding light. He had to stumble back to camp, had to move- but perhaps what got him the most was when the songbirds started to sing once more, and they whistled.

Whistling.

That meant a bomb was falling. It was coming for him, he was going to die- a bomb was falling. Falling. Bright lights. Where was he? Oh God, the war was back, gun shots, grenades, flashing lights. Bombs. Death. It burned- his skin, it had burned, his fur shorted and crisp, it had smelled of burning flesh. It hurt. The blinding lights. It was falling. Falling. Falling.

Whistling.

With a loud scream the male booked it in a random direction, terrified for his life and babbling incoherently. It wasn't a pretty sight as he ran for the tree cover, cowering underneath one of them, his heartbeat far too fast and his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets. His shoulders were tense, his eyes wide, claws digging into the earth- for Beowolf was in the middle of a panic attack, his breath hitched in his throat and coming out in choked wheezes. The smell of fear was thick about him, but he couldn't snap out of it, the birds were still singing, the birds were still whistling.

Whistling. [/justify]

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⋆⋆⋆ He couldn't see them, he couldn't. No, for Beowolf was cast back behind his tiny stone, being blinded by bright light as he lost his hearing, as the explosion was stuck on a loop going over and over and over and over and over- the sensation of burning flesh rearing up on his side, the pressure returning to his eyes, his eyes were wide, and wild. He was unaware of most other presences here, and when his friends approached, he thought of them monsters, seething, hideous things that were out to finally have killed him. The bombs were dropping, the humans had arrived, this was not his home. This was war.

"Guh-get away from me..." he whimpered, tightly closing his eyes, placing his paws over his muzzle as he violently shook, trying to hid from the world. He felt small, he felt insignificant, he felt afraid. It was not a nice feeling, and his name kept on tumbling over and over and over in his head as if something was trying to bring him back to reality. He shivered, shuddered, and forcefully he opened his eyes. To lay on his side? No, last he had laid on his side, he had slid down a hill, he had gotten hurt. There was Riot- was she dead? Was she here? "Riot! Riot oh my God, Riot." he said anxiously whimpering, hyperventilating. If she was out here- that meant she could get blown to bits too, it was dangerous. "Riot the bombs are coming." he whispered to her, she was fading in and out of his vision, his voice breaking off towards the end there. Gods he was frightened, and if only he knew Rhymescheme was near him too, then the male would have reached out for her in his frightened and delusional moment, too.[/justify]

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⋆⋆⋆ Time seemed to have started moving at a much slower pace than Beowolf was used too since he had come out of his panic attack, thanks to PTSD and... well, unpleasant things. It was stupid that it was just a birds whistle that had set him off- but it wasn't like there was much he could do on that regards. Either which way, the hearing impaired wolf had soberly started out throughout the rocky territory, desperately searching for something that could steal his breath away to help calm him. The views from some of the highest peaks usually did the trick... and they were generally calm, quiet places that the ebony creature could enjoy without much struggle. Appearing stoic and perhaps a bit tired, he dragged his paws over the rocks, idly watching the ones that fell down the sides. He wasn't being precarious in the bit, taking his sweet time and slipping once or twice. It got his heart pumping, it filled him with an excitement, and although he didn't want to die, the risk was something he craved more.

Honestly, it was probably a... bad thing, either way. Regardless, as he watched over the side of the cliff as rocks tumbled down to the bottom, he gnawed at the inside of his cheek, pawing at the golden wedding band he wore around his neck. Alaska. It reminded him of her every time he touched it, thought of it- and a small smile reached the tired looking male's muzzle. She was his everything, in a way, and oddly enough had helped him calm down when he needed it most. His thoughts were stolen from him the moment he heard tumbling rocks from further up ahead- a slight click clack that was not an echo of his own, and with mild interest did Beowolf decide to round the corner and spy a lovely little femme up there waiting for him.

Well, not waiting per say- but Beowolf was aloud to make up his own stories as he went along. Careful not to startle her ( and send either of them to a rocky death ) did the male kindly clear his throat, making his presence known early on as he slowly padded up to sit next to her, looking over the view instead of her direction to start. Her presence was enough for him at the moment, regardless. "Hey there, gorgeous." he said softly, coarsely, and inwardly flinched at the fact that he even sounded tired despite his appearance. "Tryin' ta find somethin' more breath takin' than you? I'm afraid that's impossible, my dear." he told her next, only now to turn his sun-kissed eyes to her, a small smile upon his muzzle as his tired eyes lit up at the appearance of her.

Gods above only knew how much he loved her. [/justify]

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⋆⋆⋆ He was in some sort of odd limbo, the repeat of bright flashing lights before him, but the normal camp was there, too. It was all rather... morbid in a sense, since Beowolf could now only see them as more bodies to add to the pile, and another whimper came past his mouth, hardly audible this time. He was certain that the whistling was getting louder, and louder and louder and louder- and goodness he could still smell the acrid scent of burning flesh, and he flinched when he felt something touch his side, phantom pain rippling through him. Needless to say, it wasn't a fun time- and he let out another coarse sound at that.

Apparently, that was what it took to get the songbirds to depart, startled from their songs as they flew away in a loud chorus above the group of Windclanners, and only silence followed- a silence that was painfully filled with the terrified sounds of two members. With their departure however, with the whistling having stopped, he felt... somewhat better. His vision was blurry, he was still panicking, oddly enough- there was the smell of Lavender, Lemon, Chamomile... they were calming, but not enough for the male. "Why... Why were there birds with the bombs?" he barked, confused, hurt, cowering, as he responded to Alaska's voice. If it had been a general voice of upset within him, he was positive she would have calmed him- yet even now it was an odd sort of struggle to put two and two together. A mixture of her, the herbs, and the departure of birds was starting to help, however. "Have they landed? Are we dead? The whistling's gone, oh Stars are we dead?" he asked in a coarse whisper, raising his terrified gaze from the earth to the mixture of faces above him, and he felt claustrophobic at the sight of them all.

His calming was a start however, as he took in deep, hitched breaths, eyes still narrowed, vision still blurred. He was dead after all- wasn't he? He still felt panic, still felt phantom pain, but the whistling had stopped, and oddly enough- he didn't even find that calming, just all the more unnerving. Still though, he was starting to come through- with some effort. [/justify]

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⋆⋆⋆ I honestly still love her to bits <3
I love her personality, and how she doesn't take shit from anybody- how she still has ghosting traits from her past life, but is still her own individual- honestly, she's one of my favourite characters ever, from back then and now, too <3 I can only look forward to how you develop her more, and what the future will bring her too aaah[/justify]

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⋆⋆⋆ Woo there he was admittedly rather late to this, much to Beowolf's dismay. Honestly, he had to strengthen his activity soon, or who knew what sort of consequences there were to be. Regardless, he sat down, feeling the sturdy earth beneath his toes as he listened to Lilystar talk of Living Legends, and how'd they'd be fortifying the camp. Honestly, he winced on the inside- his anxiety attack all too fresh in his mind still to even dare think about that sort of stuff... but if it meant making the camp stronger and it's defense even better than it had been before- well, it was perhaps worth it all then, after all.

"Noted Lilystar, and congrats to those promoted, aye?" he called out, thinking the same as most others. He felt slight resistance to it all, thinking that there were too many a promotion now a days- but it couldn't be denied that they were worth it regardless, and still, Beau felt happy for them. He was however, slightly worried for their health- being kittens and what not, now with so much responsibility. Would it try to tear down their walls? Their happy exterior? Time would tell how the stress would get to them one day- but for now they still had the safeguard known as Windclan for the time being... for however long that shelter was to last, however, was debatable... but it was comforting nonetheless. But like last time they'd keep up their self-preservation, they'd keep their citadel strong, Beowolf just knew it.

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⋆⋆⋆ Oddly enough, those smooth loves that he loved to say towards Alaska could only come with ease too Alaska- she just had that effect on the ebony male as he ducked his head somewhat as she gave him a quick peck, and when she retreated he returned the affectionate motion, returning the kiss to her forehead, her cheeks, but stopped, hovering near her lips- had they ever actually kissed yet in this life? It was something Beowolf hadn't even thought about, and after a brief moment of hesitation moved to kiss her other cheek instead out of embarrassment, feeling his skin flush and heat up underneath his dark, black fur. He wasn't sure if she'd let him do that yet- let alone if he could even bring himself too, and clearing his throat did Beowolf think of how to respond to her in the first place. "What can I say, my dear? They come natural with you- I swear it I do." he told her softly, looking at her once more, casting his bright eyes out to over the cliffs view, taken aback by its beauty the same he was by hers, and how he always felt when he looked out over the top.

Staying silent for a bit longer, he wanted to avoid the subject that could have potentially blossomed up with his answer... but what good was a relationship if he was to be closed about how he felt? That was the sort of creature Beowolf was still though, hesitant to show any signs of weakness. He knew guilt would have overwhelmed him if he ever even dared think of lying to Alaska however, so instead the male kept to himself as well for a bit longer, thinking of how to respond. "...I've been better, obviously- but... I, I'm doing a lot better now since, y'know." he said, trying to think of how he could ever let Alaska know how hard his heart pounded when the darkness started to fall, how his own adopted daughter could scare the highlights out of him if he was to see her glow at the brightest setting- she already knew of the way birds alone affected him...

"Gods, Stars, I'm sorry ya had to... to see me like that." he said after another moment of silence, swallowing the lump in his throat. No doubt it caused her great worry- or maybe she was simply done with him now, and she was to move on to someone else? No, no that was ridiculous, she would have never... but Beowolf became fearful, jumpy after many a thing since his own accident, that was a way he had changed- and looking to Alaska he sought comfort in her eyes, finding easily enough he allowed himself to hold her gaze. "...I'm sorry."

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⋆⋆⋆ It was true, Windclan did seem to be a very chatty place, and the ebony wolf didn't mind it all that much either it seemed as he approached with a small smile upon his mouth, his sun-kissed eyes tired, his movements a bit sluggish. He had been having difficulties sleeping since his, well, little Anxiety Attack so to speak- and it showed on his face despite his attempts at appearing like his normal self. A tad unkempt, he approached to sit next to Riot, looking over the others before curtly dipping his head, his golden chained necklace jangling against his chest.

"Aye, hey everyone. Lovely day, innit?" he asked, sounding coarse, yet the Adviser tried his best to ignore the sound of his rough voice and instead made an attempt to try and make eye contact with everyone at least once, to show he wasn't afraid of socialization at least. Perhaps he was being paranoid, but... regardless. "Hope I haven't missed to much fun here, aye?" he said with another laugh, ending in a light cough. Whoops.

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⋆⋆⋆ Border things were always interesting- but they always seemed to take something from him either way as it were, and when he approached did Beowolf already feel a bit tired. His eyes were wide despite how they were slightly swollen, his fur somewhat messy when he came to a stop next to Rhy. He hadn't been sleeping all too well since his Anxiety Attack, almost afraid to do so as a matter of fact, but despite this, he tried to keep a friendly demeanor despite being somewhat... irritable as it were. "Ey, kiddo," he said with his coarse voice, looking over to see Noodle and gently smiled down at his adoptive daughter. "I take it ya got accepted already- welcome ta Windclan! I'm Beowolf. Mind repeatin; yer name, kid?" he asked, tilting his head to the side, tail swaying behind him.

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⋆⋆⋆ He smiled down in her direction- yes, he didn't think they had properly met, either- despite him having been here before her, but at the same time, time never really mattered much as it were. "Nay, I don't think we have, aye? Nice ta formally meet you then, Whirlindkit. Name's Beowolf, or Beau myself." he told her with a nod of his head, looking over to Bridalkit next. She was someone he hadn't formally been introduced to either- but was still a familiar face to him nonetheless. Regardless, he sat himself down, wrapping his tail over his eyes as he let his sun-kissed eyes scan over the group, giving them each a small smile, before looking back down to Whirlwindkit.

"An' I think tha pleasure's all mine, eh?" he said, followed by a small chuckle.

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⋆⋆⋆ Basic training was always a helpful thing if someone was out in the field and got injured, and Beowolf shivered somewhat at the thought of having to do that on himself let alone another person without actual training... so with that sort of odd shiver having passed down his spine did the ebony wolf approach, his sun-kissed eyes locked upon his friend as he offered her a small smile, dipping his head. It was good to see Blooingskies out and about too now, as the ebony Adviser went to sit next to Lavakit. It had been a while since he had last seen his friend after all.

"Well, I'm here ta learn, aye?" the male said with his hoarse voice, trying his best not to strain it. It was still a little sore from well, screaming he supposed, after all.

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⋆⋆⋆ Oh- Pit was the sort of name he knew had been passed on hushed tongues, but Beowolf had never actually... met the guy himself as it were. Needless to say he wasn't in the best condition for possibly meeting others, but hey, what could one do? Slightly tired, slightly unkempt, the ebony wolf padded over, nonetheless excited as he blinked bright sun-kissed eyes in greeting, offering the winged feline a small smile. Ah, it was nice to finally have a face put to the name, and Beau found it rather fitting by this point.

"Hey there, mate. Pleasure ta meet ya- I've only ever heard of ya, it's nice to have a face to tha name now, eh? I'm Beowolf." he introduced, sitting down and chuckling as he realized Noodle was very excited over this fellow's appearance, dully noting she also used an odd nickname on the male.

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⋆⋆⋆ It was odd seeing Wingspan with an air of nervousness about her, as she was usually always so... cheery, and welcoming to everyone around her. Seeing her like this sent a pit of unease into Beowolf's stomach, and with some frustration, realized he couldn't even see them either. It felt troublesome to him because... if only a few were capable of seeing them, what if Wingspan were to be alone, or with someone who couldn't? Ugh, would he even be capable of touching them had they gotten close? He wasn't sure, wasn't sure he even wanted to know the answer to that as he approached with dull sun-kissed eyes, the life seemingly sucked out of him. Stars above was he ever tired.

"How long were they followin' ya before, if ya don't mind my askin'?" he asked the Vice-Leader, voice coarse as he looked at her. She had only ever said that they stopped a few months ago- but not how long they had been in the first place. Perhaps it wasn't his place to know, his place to pry, but any sort of answers could have potentially been helpful in terms of helping Wingspan not have to appear so... frightened anymore.

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⋆⋆⋆ Honestly, he hadn't even been aware that his bastard of a mother had had more children... he had always assumed it had been just him since he had been abandoned. Apparently not, since here in the flesh and blood was someone with the same last name, near the same age and... she even looked related to him. That seemed to be enough proof as it were, and it sort of made Beowolf uncomfortable to know this fact. Weary of blood he had never even met, he approached hesitantly to stand next to Discord, swallowing the lump in his throat before looking at her with cool sun-kissed eyes, furrowing his brows together. He was far too tired to be dealing with things like this, yet here he was.

"Beowolf." he stated simply, despite the fact she should have already known his name- or did she? He didn't know, he wanted sleep, but was far too afraid to even attempt it. "...Would ya mind repeatin' yers? Sorry, hearin' impaired." he asked her softly, voice quiet as he spoke. Damn it, he was never good with family unless it was, well, him, Noodle or Alaska- everyone else was just a friend or a stranger to him.

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⋆⋆⋆ Oh, what was this? New Medicine Team promotions, apparently. Padding over with slight disinterest the male cast his wide copper eyes up to the team, nodding his head. Ah, he hadn't really any input on those promoted- he had been lacking a bit recently, hadn't gotten close to too many new folks- something he had to fix but... he was nervous on that regards. Despite this, Beowolf still appeared, sitting near the back to look up at Bloomingskies with a raised brow, trying to see if he could spy her eyes from here. He trusted her judgement on things, but eh, he was no Medicine Animal- best he knew was Cobwebs stopped bleeding and Marigold was good for infections. That was it in the wolf's medical vocabulary- don't send him out to the field for that purpose, folks.

"Congrats," he murmured, voice hoarse before he coughed somewhat. Goodness, perhaps he would have to go see one of the new folks about that to begin with, eh?

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⋆⋆⋆ Beowolf was one of the next few too arrive, his eyes somewhat tired when he approached tail hanging behind him when he looked over to Discord, his mentor- his mind wandered, sure that whatever the Deputy had to say was important, but... when was the last time she and him had spent time together let alone trained? He supposed he had learned a lot since his own promotions, yet things simply weren't the same as they had been. Regardless of this, the ebony cloaked wolf sat himself down as he rolled his shoulders, nodding in Discord's direction. What would the problem be- he had no idea, and although he was Lilystar either, he was sure he could at least offer his own opinion. Either which way, he stayed silent for the time being, awaiting for Lilystar to arrive.

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⋆⋆⋆ Hearing impaired or not- Noodle's name was something he always picked up on. Perhaps it was because she was a troublesome girl sometimes, perhaps it was because it was the only thing his adoptive daughter was capable of saying, regardless, when he heard hushed murmurs of the others mentioning the eccentric girl... Beowolf padded over. His eyes were dull and tired, he hadn't been sleeping well thanks to recent events so to speak, but the closer he got the wider those dull, sun-kissed eyes appeared to be. There was no sign of the girl who's name was being whispered, there was only her scent as a bitter memory- as if the smell alone was enough to replace the girl who was always bounding around camp. That, and there was Noblelands smell here, too-

Oh those bastards.

Those dirty. Fucking. Bastards.

Back in a past life he had been allies with them, yet Beowolf ( back then, Angelbeats ) had always felt iffy with them. Now, the ebony wolf felt a bitter sense of justification rise in his throat, as if he had every reason to hate them now. A wretched snarl plastering itself to his face, the over-tired and irritable male tried to calm himself as he approached, tail stiffly swaying behind him. "I'd like to be sent on this patrol, aye, I've a word or two to say with them as nicely as can be." he said through gritted teeth, letting out a heavy sigh. Yes, peaceful words at first- would violence be necessary? He didn't know. Perhaps it would be best to ask Lilystar as it were.

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NAME ⋆⋆⋆ Beowolf Nobellum
^{⋆⋆⋆ FIRST NAME Beowolf
⋆⋆⋆ MIDDLE NAME --
⋆⋆⋆ LAST NAME Nobellum
⋆⋆⋆ NICKNAME/S Beau; Beo; Bo; Russel ( by Noodle )}
AGE ⋆⋆⋆
^{⋆⋆⋆ PHYSICAL 8months
⋆⋆⋆ SPIRITUAL 2years
⋆⋆⋆ BIRTHDATE Unknown
⋆⋆⋆ ZODIAC Unknown
⋆⋆⋆ AGING RATIO 1month every 100posts}
SEX ⋆⋆⋆
^{⋆⋆⋆ BIOLOGICAL Male
⋆⋆⋆ IDENTITY Male
⋆⋆⋆ SEXUALITY Bisexual
⋆⋆⋆ ROMANTIC Biromantic}
ALLIANCE ⋆⋆⋆
^{⋆⋆⋆ CURRENT Windclan
⋆⋆⋆ PAST --
⋆⋆⋆ RANK Adviser ( of -- )
⋆⋆⋆ PAST RANK/S Guardian; Honourguard; Apprentice; Pup}
POWERS ⋆⋆⋆
^{⋆⋆⋆ No Powers; Powerless}

APPEARANCE ⋆⋆⋆
^{⋆⋆⋆ SPECIES Wolf
⋆⋆⋆ SCIENTIFIC NAME Canis Lupis
⋆⋆⋆ FUR Black
⋆⋆⋆ MARKINGS White Hairs on Muzzle
⋆⋆⋆ DEFORMITIES None
⋆⋆⋆ EYES Copper
⋆⋆⋆ MUTATIONS None
⋆⋆⋆ SCARS
⋆⋆⋆ Large Scar on Right Cheek
⋆⋆⋆ Sharpnel + Burn scars on Right Side; Down Neck, Shoulder, and Side
⋆⋆⋆ Deaf in Right Ear}

DETAILED APPEARANCE ⋆⋆⋆

PERSONALITY ⋆⋆⋆
^{⋆⋆⋆ LIKES
⋆⋆⋆ DISLIKES
⋆⋆⋆ FAVOURITE/S
⋆⋆⋆ FEARS Bombs, Drowning, Open Spaces
⋆⋆⋆ MENTAL HEALTH Has PTSD; Triggered by Bright Lights / Whistling
⋆⋆⋆ NERVOUS GESTURES Paws at Necklace; Gnaws Inner Cheek}

DETAILED PERSONALITY⋆⋆⋆

RELATIONS ⋆⋆⋆
^{⋆⋆⋆ MOTHER Unknown
⋆⋆⋆ FATHER Unknown
⋆⋆⋆ SIBLINGS
⋆⋆⋆ Challenge Nobellum
⋆⋆⋆ GENERATION 1 ( One )
⋆⋆⋆ NOTABLE TIES --}

^{⋆⋆⋆ RELATIONSHIP STATUS Taken; Dating Alaska X.D.
⋆⋆⋆ CHILDREN
⋆⋆⋆ Noodle ( Adopted )
⋆⋆⋆ FRIENDS
⋆⋆⋆ Alaska; Dating, Best Friend; Windclan
⋆⋆⋆ Riot; Best Friend; Windclan
⋆⋆⋆ Winterpaw; Best Friend; Windclan
⋆⋆⋆ Hostesscupcakes; Friend; Shadowclan
⋆⋆⋆ Discord; Acquaintance, Mentor; Windclan
⋆⋆⋆ ENEMIES
⋆⋆⋆ Most Noblelanders}

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