Post by Wrennie on Jan 30, 2023 10:18:26 GMT
MOUSE OF RITHR'FLIK
5 Years 6 Months | Female | 9 inches | 5 lbs | Yorkie x Pomeranian | FACECLAIM | Aba'Chek - "Little Rodent"
PERSONALITY ⚘♔ It takes an hour to appreciate someone ♔
- Bright
- Energetic
- Authoritative
- Takes no crap but will give it out
- Scrappy
- Insightful
- Proud
- Quick-tempered
- A lil grouchy
Mouse is all bark and no bite. Wait... no, that doesn't sound right. All bark and all bite. Yeah, that's better. The scrappy dog has known the life of a wild dog since the day she was born, and does not let her small stature get in the way. She is not one to back down from a fight, especially one of words. She is confident in her abilites, perhaps overly so, but she figures that can only be bonus points. She makes quick judgements of character, but is working on not judging simply on first impressions. Mouse also takes offense quickly over small things, such as her size or authority being challenged. She can be a bit of a grump, but cares deeply for her clanmates. Mouse is a bit of a devious spirit, and likes the idea of swiping prey and other resources from other clans, and previously, from humans.
HISTORY ⌛
≡ A day to love them ≡
Instead, Mouse grew more and more determined to be a good leader. The previous leader, Eliri'fli, found himself a constant hoverer. Mouse pestered him with as many questions as she could, watching intently how he directed the clan and lead them. She noted his tones when addressing the whole group, his posture, his reassurance when times were tough. He was a waterfall of knowledge, and Mouse was his sponge.
One particularly difficult winter, the chek's number had been deeply impacted by poison traps set by humans. Their numbers had dropped during the plentiful summer, leaving winter with a lack of food for anyone to eat. Even the nini-muk den's offered no reprise to the clan's hunger. It was Mouse, at the bright age of 3, that suggested the Clan try to ask others for food. Eliri'fli was greatly against this. He knew that some clans already thought of Rithr'flik as nothing more than a band of foolish pups trying to make it alone. Asking for help was a weakness in his eyes, and Mouse couldn't disappoint him. So the clever dog modified her plans, suggesting instead that a small group of them leave the relative safety of the railyard and travel to nearby clans to steal food from their hoard. The Cheif agreed, and Mouse was given authority over the mission.
She made it known to all involved that they were not to simply rob the other clan blind. No canna deserved to starve in winter. Depending on the size of the hoard, they would take no more than half at the absolute most. Larger pieces of prey could be dragged by multiple corporals and would feed many mouths. She instructed all of them to drench themselves in dirt and roll in the nearby plants to mask their scent. The last thing she needed was a war being brought to her idol's doorstep. Her group was six strong, with a notable nowhawked Huli as an enthusiastic participant. With their insight into the smaller gaps that were typically left unguarded by larger dogs, managed to breach the borders of the neighbouring clan's camp. The other clan had not exactly been prosperous in their hunts, but at least a few fli and chek lay strewn in a haphazard pile. She gave hushed instructions to her compatriots before grabbing onto a chipmunk's tail to help her clanmate escape quickly.
Upon returning home, Eliri'fli wasn't impressed. He was under the impression that they would take everything and allow Rithr'flik to survive with ease. Mouse argued back that the kills would have rotted if they took everything, and that since they had hunted them, it was only fair that the other clan still have food to eat. After all, if they starved, then the smaller dogs would have to make more treacherous journeys to further clans to pull food. Her mentor retired to his den, his annoyance with her clear, but not letting it errupt at her.
It was many hours later that he called the clan to attention and announced he had made a decision. Mouse was sure she was going to be stripped of her name and outcast when he called her up in front of the clan. Instead, she was promoted to General for her quick thinking and execution. He finally acknoledged her empathy for the others going through their winter, and complimented her ability to keep those around her alive while protecting a strategic advantage. Mouse beamed with pride, and took on her new responsibilities with determination.
When Mouse was 4.5 years old, Eliri'fli was struck by an unscheduled train and unfortunately killed. He received a proper burial, beside the abandoned railhouse that provided a home for the clan. Upon the rising of the new moon, Mouse called his name into the sky. Elders told stories of him from before she had even been born. Laughs were shared, tears were shed, and songs were sung. It was a sombering moment for Mouse, as for the first time, she felt the true weight of being a Chief. She was responsible for the clan's happiness, but simultaneously, how it dealt with sadness and hardship. She was also responsible for choosing a General. Huli was the first to come to mind, with his go-getter attitude (literally) and his closeness to the new Chief.
Six months later, she found her and her clan mates stuck within the kennels of the prison, stolen by snags that invaded their home. After the earthquake, she managed to wiggle through the rubble and break free. She searched for her other clan mates before the dust falling to the floor forced her out. Now, she waits just outside the fallen kennel in an attempt to gather those she cares about most.
RELATIONSHIPS ❤️
≡ And an eternity to forget them ≡
Lunara - mother - deceased
Prince - father - deceased
Shrew - sister - alive
Vole - brother - alive
Huli - general/bestie - alive
Navira - hopefully friend
credit to Laura of Adox
