This is a Roleplay between Graywing's Pack and Soulsilver! Please do not post anything if you are not one of us, but feel free to read along!

Character Sheet:

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Full Name: Blizzard

Nickname(s): Bliz

Species: White Tiger (White Bengal Tiger)

Birthday: October 31st

Gender: Male

Age: 4

Blizzard stands at a whopping 3 and a half feet at the shoulder and 9 feet long from nose to tail tip. He weighs a healthy 470 pounds, his body lined with hard, lean muscles underneath a thick pelt. His fur is whitish-gray, thick, and fairly straight. It is shot through with jet-black stripes. It isn't easily tangled, but if it gets wet, that's a whole other issue.

His eyes are a steel gray-blue.

There is a long, thin scar that travels down the length of his tail from an accident with another animal in the circus when he was younger. It wasn't deep and his balance wasn't affected by it in the long run, but it still scarred over, and no fur grows there anymore.

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| Calm and Level-headed | - He's not easily angered, not driven to aggression. He used to be hotheaded when he was a cub, but now he's a lot calmer and is more keen to think rather than to jump to fight.

| Loyal | - Once you gain his friendship, he's very protective and caring towards you. He'd do anything for his caretaker or anyone else in the circus.

| Curious | - Curiosity killed the cat, right? And this big guy is not any different. He's kinda nosy, and asks a lot of questions, but isn't very pushy or mean about it.

| Trusting | - As long as no one gives him a reason not to, he trusts easily.

| Easy going | - Once again, he's not at all hostile. Prefers to relax and play around rather than to argue or be a pain.

| Occasionally lazy | - Once Bliz is down, he's not easy to get back up. He's usually compliant with his caretaker's orders and suggestions, but sometimes he'll just plop down and take a cat nap.

Strengths/Talents: Balance, intimidation, swimming, jumping, keeping a cool head.

Weaknesses: Climbing, being aware of his own strength, focusing

Likes: Swimming, water, snow, his caretaker, playing around, autumn, sunlight

Dislikes: Bright lights, Vet checkups, vehicles, too many humans touching him at one time

Fears: Heights, Falling

Nervous tics: Pacing

Relationships:
Never knew his parents or his sister very well since he was taken away from them once he was weaned from his mother's milk. He was bred in captivity.

River - His caretaker. A kind, short woman with short blonde hair and blue eyes.

Ash and Soot - River's two dogs. Ash is a mutt, and Soot is a German Shepherd. They are there for emotional support for the other animals, also just to hang around and be cute.

Misty woke up to the sound of Abigail talking. She stood up, stretched, and walked over to where Abigail was waiting for her with her harness. She loved going on morning walks around the zoo with Abigail and Luna. she sat down and patiently waited as Abigail strapped her harness on. Once they had finished their walk, Misty expected to go back into her pen to a nice breakfast waiting for her.However instead of going back to her pen Abigail took her to a large crate and asked her to go inside. She heard Abigail talking with someone she didn't recognize, “How will we do it…she hates needles…she’ll eat almost anything…” The next thing she remembered was a hand dropping food into the crate. As soon as she ate the food, her head started spinning and she passed out.

"Nice job today, Blizzard," River said, sitting down next to the resting tiger. Soot and Ash followed suit, laying down next to him in the fenced-in grassy area behind the circus tent. One of his caretaker's hands reached up and began scratching him behind the ears, causing a low rumbling purr from the large feline.

He was quite tired. The entire day, he had either been performing or hanging around a bunch of overexcited kids and their concerned parents. Not without River's supervision, of course. Normally, he didn't have an issue with being around a lot of people, since that was technically his job, but today, there were just so many of them.

"You know we're getting a new animal soon, right?" Blizzard opened one cool gray eye, gazing up at her questioningly. "It's another tiger, though I don't think she's a Bengal like you. I have to double-check, but I'm nearly a hundred percent sure that's the case. The transport truck that's bringing her should be here any minute now. They traveled a while to get here."

Misty woke up as they went over a big bump on the road. She opened her eyes and saw she was still in the metal crate. She could see someone she didn't recognise driving. The truck screeched to a stop sending Misty tumbling twards the front of the cage. The strange man stoped on the passenger side of the truck before comming around and unlocking the door. She snarled at the man when he opened the door. He reached a long pole with a rope on the end in to the cage and tightened it around her neck. She saw two more strong looking men get out of a car, each holding a pole with rope on the end. She started growling louder as the two men tightened the ropes around her neck. Dispite her growling, the three men dragged her into a decent size cage with thick steel bars and padlocked it after removing the ropes from her neck. She stoped and looked around, she could see an empty cage of the same size next to hers. She could see some raw beef sitting in a small metal bowl. She licked her lips wondering when she would get fed.

Blizzard's head poked up as he heard the rumble of the trucks and the sounds of an angry feline. River chuckled and and stood up, dusting herself off as her dogs dashed across the enclosed space to press their faces against the fence. They weren't barking or making any noise, just watching closely.

With a slow, leisurely stretch, Blizzard pulled himself to hi paws and started following his handler into the Kennels. She was crouched in front of the kennel next to his, talking in a low, soothing voice. He slinked onto the other side of er, tipping his head slightly as he looked at the female tiger closely. Smaller than him, gray with black stripes, and yellow eyes. So she wasn't Bengal .

"So you're the new tiger, huh?" He rumbled a greeting, waiting patiently for River to unlock his kennel so he could go inside and eat. "I'm Blizzard. Hope you enjoy it here." Not saying much else, he slipped inside of his sleeping area and crouched at his bowl. First he sniffed the meat, then sunk he teeth into it, eating it into smaller chunks that he could shew.

His kennel was fairly nice. It was big enough for him to pace a few feet, he had a heap of blankets that he used as a bed, and the water bowls were always kept fresh. He looked up at Misty as he ate. "You'll be more comfortable when your kennel supplies come. And don't worry about the food, River's gonna get it for you."

True to his word, the woman stood up and began to walk toward th other ide of the kennel house, where he knew the food room was.