Calemvir
Pronounced : Kay-ale-Me-Vur
Pointers: 10 ( The image he hasn't got all his pointers yet)
Calemvir was born prince of an unknown herd, to king White. Later however, he was bullied by Nighteclipse and the other fawns who claimed, he couldn't even " Beet a girly fawn" and chased the prince out of the herd. Later, half stumbling, half crawling, he came across a white doe, who took him to her herd, his old herd. The stags, now fully grown, did not recognize the young prince, assuming he died.
But Nighteclipse was still tricky, and backed Calemvir up to a ledge where he was chased out of the herd, but through the years, Calemvir had grown a strong instinct.
" Think you can beet a 15 pointer?" NE asked
" Not out of self will, but if there's a reason, I can!" Calemvir said.
" Let's see" NE threatened, and charged at Calemvir, but Calemvir's instincts to react were too fast for NE, and NE went over the ledge, were one of his " 15 pointer" antlers came off, exposing a 3 pointer under neath.
" Hey, I know what you did!, you fond a pair of 15 pointer antlers , slayed some poor animal for the blood, then attached the antlers to your own head!" Calemvir shouted.
The other does and Stags gasped.
" Alright I confess" NE shouted, and ran from the meadow, one 15 pointer and a 3 pointer falling into the distance. The other stags and does, realizing they followed a 3 pointer, looked up to Calemvir instead. But Calemvir didn't want to be in distant memories, so he went looking for a different herd instead...
Mother: Queen Snow
Father: king White
Siblings: none
Mate: none
Fawns: None
Friends: the white doe
Foes: Nighteclipse
Likes: Advencher, fun, respect, friends, justice
Dislikes: Injustice, NE, Banishment
Personality: fair, play nice, protects others, honourable.
Pointers: 10 ( The image he hasn't got all his pointers yet)
Calemvir was born prince of an unknown herd, to king White. Later however, he was bullied by Nighteclipse and the other fawns who claimed, he couldn't even " Beet a girly fawn" and chased the prince out of the herd. Later, half stumbling, half crawling, he came across a white doe, who took him to her herd, his old herd. The stags, now fully grown, did not recognize the young prince, assuming he died.
But Nighteclipse was still tricky, and backed Calemvir up to a ledge where he was chased out of the herd, but through the years, Calemvir had grown a strong instinct.
" Think you can beet a 15 pointer?" NE asked
" Not out of self will, but if there's a reason, I can!" Calemvir said.
" Let's see" NE threatened, and charged at Calemvir, but Calemvir's instincts to react were too fast for NE, and NE went over the ledge, were one of his " 15 pointer" antlers came off, exposing a 3 pointer under neath.
" Hey, I know what you did!, you fond a pair of 15 pointer antlers , slayed some poor animal for the blood, then attached the antlers to your own head!" Calemvir shouted.
The other does and Stags gasped.
" Alright I confess" NE shouted, and ran from the meadow, one 15 pointer and a 3 pointer falling into the distance. The other stags and does, realizing they followed a 3 pointer, looked up to Calemvir instead. But Calemvir didn't want to be in distant memories, so he went looking for a different herd instead...
Mother: Queen Snow
Father: king White
Siblings: none
Mate: none
Fawns: None
Friends: the white doe
Foes: Nighteclipse
Likes: Advencher, fun, respect, friends, justice
Dislikes: Injustice, NE, Banishment
Personality: fair, play nice, protects others, honourable.
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Ok, I don't have a actual design for Night eclipse, but I can make
one, unless you want to make it, you can adopt him. And the reason for
Calemvir's white nose patch, he didn't have it when he was a child was
because, in the wild, he was more ragged, and as his fur began to
grow, he got the white patch, and kept it. |
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