"Do not fear the storm."
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Name: Little Minnow In The Stream
Nickname: Atticus
Age: 3 ½
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Asexual grayromantic
Likes: Isolation, the taste of rabbit, running through the fields
Dislikes: Over-enthusiastic wolves, hunting, his family
Strengths: Nimble, well-versed in the arts of herbs and ailments, tough
Weaknesses: Runt (physically weak), distrustful, extremely unlikable
Personality:
A very prideful and independent creature, he believes that he can do things by himself and prefers to be alone. Despite this, he won't hesitate to side with others if need be. He is a very secretive male, wanting to hide his past from the rest of the world, and because of this, he is very cautious and thoughtful. He likes to think before acting and is extremely careful in his words, if not a bit blunt. Because of his small stature, he becomes very defensive and most times very loud when his size is mentioned.
Mate: Open
Pups: N/A
Parents: Rehan (Father, deceased)
Basilah (Mother, deceased)
Siblibgs: Niko (Brother, unknown whereabouts)
Looks:


History: Atticus was the son of the Alpha, named Rehan. He was a strict and powerful ruler. He believed that if you showed signs of mercy, you were weak, and then he killed you. Atticus, eager to please his father, he was hardened into a cold wolf, often bullying his packmates, even as a pup. His older brother, however, still remained his friend, much to Atticus's disgust. But when his littermates grew larger than him, and he stayed the same size, his father became disgusted. "You are useless," Rehan would spat at Atticus daily. "You cannot hunt, or battle, or even patrol. You are nothing like your brother. You are worthless."
And then the plague struck.
The pack that was so proud of being one of the strongest to ever exist fell to disease, sparing Atticus. It was a miracle and a mystery that Atticus, one of the most sickly wolves in the pack, survived, while his entire family was killed mercilessly. At least, that's what he thought. His older brother had gone off to hunt and hadn't returned in several days, and he hadn't contracted the disease.
And so, Atticus went on in life. He spent years in the wild by himself, and due to his size, he wasn't able to hunt properly, so he was forced to scavenge. It was sad, really. For three years he lived in the wild, losing weight by the minute, and growing angrier and angrier.
Other: Extremely malnourished and small. Despite this, he is nimble in his actions and makes an excellent healer. He knows many herbs and even more tricks to heal quickly and effectively. His original pack name, Atticus, is what he usually goes by. Little Minnow In The Stream was his family name, and only his family could use it. He is ashamed to use the name Little Minnow In The Stream, as it reminds him of his family and how much he suffered because of them.