Name: Jackal

        Nickname(s): Jackie

Age: 64 moons (4 yrs & 11 months)

        Starting Age: 58 moons (2/9/21)

Gender: DMAB Trans-female

        Pronouns: She/her

Warren: Buttercup

Rank: Owsla

        Previous: Kit, Muddypaw

Mentor: Current (NPC)

Muddypaw: N/A

Family: Wolf (father; NPC), Catmint (mother; NPC), Bison (brother; NPC), Peppermint (sister-in-law), Pineflower (niece), Snowdrop (niece), Dingo (nephew)

Mate(s): N/A

Kits: N/A

Kithood: (0-7 moons)

        Jackal was born to Owsla members Wolf and Catmint, alongside his brother, Bison. The two brothers were as thick as thieves, getting their noses into all sorts of trouble. Even from a young age, Wolf and Catmint were pushing their sons into pursuing the life of an Owsla member. Bison thought being an Owsla member sounded amazing, whereas Jackal was notably lacking motivation, when compared to his brother. Near the two’s 6th moon, they put their heads together and thought it would be a good idea to sneak out of the warren and explore the outside world. They were caught, and punished by having their Muddypaw advancement put off until their 7th moon.

Muddypaw Days: (7-13 moons)

Warning: Mentions of transphobia

        As they were pushed to do, Jackal and Bison were apprenticed to Owsla members. Jackal’s mentor was a crazy coot by the name of Current, who went with the flow, like their name might have suggested. It was thanks to them, that Jackal’s mind was opened up from the traditionalistic views that he had been brought up with. Eventually, he found himself wondering if he truly felt masculine.

        His training took precedence over any hesitations he might have had on his gender, however, as his father was apt to remind him anytime he became too lax for Wolf’s liking. Jackal’s life had become pretty miserable, if he was being honest with himself. Wolf wasn’t supportive of his son’s desire to explore other gender identities, and Catmint always tried to stay neutral on the topic- even Bison wasn’t being as supportive of his brother as he used to be.

        Lacking the confidence and backbone to fully transition and demand the new pronouns he wanted to take on be used, Jackal skated through the rest of his Muddypaw days in a haze.

Owslahood: (13 moons+)

        As in most situations, something had to give before changes could be made. The something that gave, not long after Jackal had become an official Owsla, was his mother’s life. She passed away in her sleep due to unknown reasons, leaving her sons, and especially

Sexual Orientation: Homosexual

Romantic Orientation: Homo-romantic

Strengths: Thinking outside the box, sturdy build

Weaknesses: Not a team player, slow as a turtle

Appearance: Jackal’s pelt is composed of earthy, autumn colors. Her base is a dark creamy orange, with a slightly lighter, creamer belly, throat, and mask marking. The fur upon her legs, underbelly, chest, and cheeks is the lightest yet, a creamy off-white. Three stripes across her back, her tail, the back of her neck, two tick markings under her right eye, and her bottom jaw are all a deep, rich brown color. She has piercing olive green eyes.

Height: 5.5 whiskers

Build: As solid as a brick wall and layered with muscles, she isn’t going to blow over at the slightest of breezes, obviously.

Scar(s): None

Positive Traits: Bold, lively, witty

Neutral Traits: Opportunistic, fabulist, informal

Negative Traits: Petty, emotional, self-centered

Roleplay Example: 

"IF?!" She practically shrieked in outrage, moving with surprising speed to cut the buck off. Looking him straight in the eyes with a promise of pain if he dared disrespect her again, she spoke- "If I'm a doe, Yooperlite? Make no doubt that I am a doe. Why would I want to be a disrespectful, stinky buck like you?" Sticking her nose up, she whirled around to hop off a few paces with a sniff of disdain.

I oughtta smack him in the face, reset that slobbering jaw for him, she thought to herself, nose scrunching up in disgust. "He drools like a dog," she commented to herself with a little giggle, peeking back over her shoulder to see a trail of saliva trying to leak its way from his mouth.

Discord Username: pyro-mutt#2306

Are you okay with a plot related death should you leave the group by your own accord or be removed from the group for whatever reason?: Yes, if the death can be easily tied into a plot!

If not, how would you like your character to die/disappear?: If her death can’t be tied into the plot, I’d like her to run away from the valley.

Wolf, reeling. His father was never the same.

        Around this time, Bison became mates with a doe by the name of Peppermint. Wolf all but forgot Jackal, in his pride over Bison.

        Bison eventually had kits with Peppermint, but ended up disappearing not long after. The whole warren, even Wolf, looked to Jackal to step into Peppermint and her kits’ lives to play the father figure. Something within Jackal, at long last, finally snapped.

        Motivated by Bison’s bold, unexpected move to leave Buttercup, Jackal declared she had always felt like a girl and from that very moment on, would be going by she and her pronouns. She would also not be stepping in to play “father figure” to Peppermint’s kits.

        Jackal was a whole new rabbit after that fateful day. She became unashamed of who she was, and started focusing more on her own happiness, rather than worrying about what others thought. Completely happy for once in her life, she even went so far as to cut ties with Wolf and never show her face to Peppermint or the kits she was raising by herself.