APPEARANCE

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Summary: Small and leggy black fox with a white tipped tail and brown eyes. 
Purchases: N/A

Strengths: stealth, agility, jumping, running
Weaknesses: fighting, swimming, fishing

In Depth: Dew is a lean little fox. And while she's small overall, the 'biggest', or rather longest part of her body would be her legs. They attribute to her overall stealthy nature. Dew's ears catch quite a bit of attention as they too are a big on the larger side of life. Her pelt is that of a typical black silver fox. An overall black pelt with silver ticks coats all of her body. The tip of her tail sports a bright white hue and her eyes are a not too thrilling shade of brown. 

PERSONALITY

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Positive Traits: listener, advice giver, nurturing
Negative Traits: somewhat lazy, stubborn, 
Likes: eggs, racing, flowers, a good nap
Dislikes: grass in her eyes, rain, snow, pretty much the cold in general

In Depth: Dew is one that likes to be active and up and going...but there's a catch. It has to be something she likes to do. If it's visiting the farm to steal an egg, she's up for the task. If it's racing to see who's faster, you bet she's in. But if it's hunting or patrolling, she'd rather disappear and take a quick fox nap. It's rather 'her way or no way' as she sees it. And while she may have this opinion and viewpoint on her plans, she's willing to listen to what others have to say should they think otherwise. In fact, Dew is a rather sharp listener in general. She's willing to lend an ear to the broken heart, or frustrated apprentice..and on top of it, she can give some pretty darn good advice. On top of this, being a mother has given her some nurturing qualities. 

HISTORY

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Dew's life has been spent in Fieldclan as long as she remembers. She was born into a small litter of three kits on a wet new-leaf night. Their names all seemed to represent that night in one shape or form. Her kithood was relatively normal aside from the fact that she was either sleeping or racing against her siblings. She often times seemed to wear them out. As they grew and became apprentices, she was handed over to an old tod whom came from the good ol' days of Fieldclan. The ones where they only hunted from the farm. He taught her his ways and soon that was all she found herself dreaming about. If she wasn't busy doing something else(napping), she wanted to head to the farm. Farm this, and farm that, her family soon grew tired of her farm ways and seemed to almost part ways with her. But she found solace in a most unusual fox. His name was Hound, and he called no clan his home. She met him on a stroll to the farm one afternoon and the two became friends. As they both grew older, they continued to let their relationship grow until one moon she became a warrior. She grew the courage to ask him to join their clan and, after exclaiming his love for her, he agreed. The two continued on their farm ways, until one day Hound didn't make it back. The last she saw of him he was caught in a live trap, with a two-leg heading their way. 

Dew was devastated, and even more lost when she was found expecting kits. For awhile she slipped into a depression, sulking and refusing to eat. But as she grew larger, and as acceptance of the situation came around...she became her old self. With hope that Hound is somewhere out there alive and well, she continued to carry on. When the time came for Dew to have her kits, complications unfortunately became a reality. Dew gave birth to four kits, with only one surviving. Finding some sort of light in the matter, she took to caring for their one kit. The two bonded immediately, and it gave her something to care for. To live for...and if the need arose, to die for. 

RELATIONSHIPS

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Mother: Lily
Father: Shade
Siblings: a couple
Mate: Hound  N/A
Kits: Pebble
Other: Friends, other family, mentor/former mentor etc

Adoptables: PEBBLE