Kaela Shadowpaw

Trivia time!

Both Remus and Ellara grew spikes on their face at the start of puberty, and until then one could kinda see and definitely feel the tiny, bony protrusions just under their skin. Both of them were born almost fully white-gray, with only the darker markings on their face and spine being a well-defined gray. Their fur immediately started to grow darker under the baby fuzz and kept going after their first shed, reaching their final colors around puberty. The progression was really visible in their mane, which their dam tied it back in 3-4 tiny ponytails. Once the 4-years-younger Ellara joined the same fahrar as Remus, they braided each other's mane whenever possible.

"Lupin" was a farily scrawny cub, all ears and scruffy fur, so much he was eventually nicknamed a rat or skritt. Ironically he grew into the nickname in an unforeseeable way. His fur stayed pretty much the same since birth, only sleeking out with age.

Farka was a quiet and timid cub, one seldom seen away from parents as she preferred to observe them work rather than play with other cubs her age. She rarely smiled, usually when her dam and sire allowed her to "help" with artillery assembling. She was a very fuzzy baby and the supersoft fur matched her paler color. She was still not done losing it by her sixth month of life.

Adamas took a lot of his face from his dam's side, with only the colors reconnecting him to his sire's. The spiky fluff around his eyes is all his mama's though. As a newborn his markings were less defined and a lighter gray, but they got lighter and more defined pretty fast.

Most of Deryn's memories around this age were of her dam, who fell ill due to complications during her birth and died within the year. As sad as those times were, she mostly remembers the warmest memories. Her markings were less defined and her pelt lighter, but within a couple of years they settled on their final color.

Favian was a very shy cub who rarely left his dam's side, always asking her to tell more stories about the Black Citadel and their old enemies. His fur started out as fully sandy and muted, only darkening and becoming shinier as the years went by and he grew more outward.

Up until the event that disfigured his arm and sobered him up to the reality of the Flame Legion settlement where he was born, little Daunte was actually a pretty sociable and cheery cub, finding joy even in that suffucating environment and sneaking out of the fahrar to go show his loving dam and uncaring sire his developing magic. His fur stayed pretty much the same since birth, and its bright colors were something the shaman noted as a sign of great potential.