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Ok beware the bio is extreamly long. But if i may say i think its worth reading. It hasn't been proofed so it probally isn't as well writtend as it could be. But I'm proud of it. Aslo Dietuckerdie this will NOT be the copy that I send you for our story, because obviously i left out the part about them all being shifters. I'm having the wonderful ~Saphirawolf camo this character in her comic as a prize that I had won in her contest. And for her camo I wanted her to just be a plain single forme creature. And I also wanted to let her know about her past so she might get a little bit of a feel for the character.

Jakoda
Ja-COda

Species ~ Asian Golden Cat [link] [link] , Caracal [link] [link] Hybrid

Temperment
~Headstrong
~Motherly
~Untrusting of Strangers
~ Independent
~ Sarcastic
~ Intellegent

Bio
Jakoda's homeland is a deserst enviroment with a large mountain separating her from the Sea. There she lived with her three cubs, Gamba, Jayvyn, and Fola. When she was first conceived with these three rambouncious cubs a drought had come upon the desert and food became dangerously low. With no prey to hunt Jakoda felt like she had no choice but to take the long journy up the moutain into the rainforest and try her luck their. She doesn't make it far though before she meets a family of Ocelots [link] [link] who did not take kindly to her hunting in their territory. One female, a young mother as well took pitty on Jakoda, and she convinced the others to permit her to hunt on their borders for as long as she was she was pregnant, or the drought remained in her desert home. Jakoda was forever greatful to the young Ocelot and never obused the this new privilage that was bestoyed upon her.

Months latter after her cubs had been born and their eyes just begin to open Jakoda met up with her old firend the Ocelot. Though this time it was not an event to be celebraited. It all happened when Jakoda ventured out for her mourning hunt just before the sun rose over the horizon. As she was climbing over the large smooth rocks, checking the crakes for rodents and rattlers she heard a loud cry come from the up high in the mountians. Curiously she padded up to a higer rock to get a better veiw. From a distance she could see some creature perhapse a little smaller than herself racing down the moutian side. Jakoda opened her mouth drinking in the sents of her home, tyring to get some clue as to who was venturing into her territory. Having not seen the youg Ocelot for so long, it did not occure to her that it could have been her until after she meet up with the tired and terrified cat herself. After calming the she cat down so she could breath properly with out heaving in and out in exhausted puffs, Jakoda learned in horror that one of the Ocelot's own cubs had been taken by humans, and not being able to convince her own kind to chase after the fiends now turned to her. Dread ran through Jakoda's vains like a stampead of javelinas [link] rev=/images%3Fq%3Djavelinas%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den [link] With out even saying a word she raced off to her own den, worring about her own cubs saftey if their were humans prawling about. She could hear the Ocelot call after her as she ran, but fear had gripped her so tightly that she could not do anything but run, run to her cubs and reasure them and herself that they were okay.

After what seemed like years of running Jakoda rounded the cornner that lead to a creveas in the rock where her den was. Tears filled her golden eyes as her fears were intesified by a thousand deseret suns. Her cubs were gone, and the stench of man was strong in the air. Jacoda clasped her eyes shut, as if trying to hold back the river of tears behind them. How could this have happened? What should she have done? Is there anything she could have done? She had failed her cubs. NO! No she had not! Not yet. Her eyes flaired open the rage of a mother blazing through them enough to make any creature cower in her wake. Following the sent she flew past the canyons. As she came to the flats of the desert she could see the dust of a human monster running down one of their hidiously smelling paths. As she pin pointed her target she raced off, making for a spot several paces infront of where the moster was now. Using all of her experiance of hunting and chasing she glided through the shrubs and cacti down to her prey. As she came up to the side of the moster she made a giant leap onto it back, climbing up its rock exterior and into its open belly where two humans sat now scurrying for their weapons. But Jakoda would not see it, using her long sharp claws and raking them in the back and biting one's naked neck. Her fang slide into his skin easliy with no fur or thick hide to protect it. The moster swerved and jumped off its path running into a cactus deploying some sort of sack in its belly that struck Jakoda hard in the face and shoulders. Battered but not beated she took this time of confusion to climb into the back of the monster where she could hear her cubs small fightened calls in a small open creat. Struggling to pick them all up she had to settle for carring them one at a time. But help had arrived as when she races back to the truck from setting the first cub in the shade of a far off shrub, her Ocelot friend was picking up a second. Jakoda gave her a quick node of thanks and then raced back up to the moster to grab the last of the three cubs. But as she was leaping out of the moster's belly something struck her hind leg, and a sharp pain nulled over her body. The effects were quick and painful as her entire body became limp. Desperatly she staggered foward just far enough to drop her kit in a near by shrub and then drag her body in an opposite direction so that her cub would not be noticed. Her eyes became heavy as if deprived from sleep for far too long. A gruff paw of one of the humans clenched her scruff and lifted her limb body into the back of the monster's belly. Just before she lost all knowledge of her sourroundings she saw the blured figure of the Ocoelot picking up the third cub from its hiding place and race off to the others. Her cubs were safe. She had not failed them.

If you read all of this put cupcake in your comment please,

NO ONE BUT Saphirawolf AND I HAVE PERMISSION TO USE THIS CHARACTER.

Description
Ok beware the bio is extreamly long. But if i may say i think its worth reading. It hasn't been proofed so it probally isn't as well writtend as it could be. But I'm proud of it. Aslo Dietuckerdie this will NOT be the copy that I send you for our story, because obviously i left out the part about them all being shifters. I'm having the wonderful ~Saphirawolf camo this character in her comic as a prize that I had won in her contest. And for her camo I wanted her to just be a plain single forme creature. And I also wanted to let her know about her past so she might get a little bit of a feel for the character.

Jakoda
Ja-COda

Species ~ Asian Golden Cat [link] [link] , Caracal [link] [link] Hybrid

Temperment
~Headstrong
~Motherly
~Untrusting of Strangers
~ Independent
~ Sarcastic
~ Intellegent

Bio
Jakoda's homeland is a deserst enviroment with a large mountain separating her from the Sea. There she lived with her three cubs, Gamba, Jayvyn, and Fola. When she was first conceived with these three rambouncious cubs a drought had come upon the desert and food became dangerously low. With no prey to hunt Jakoda felt like she had no choice but to take the long journy up the moutain into the rainforest and try her luck their. She doesn't make it far though before she meets a family of Ocelots [link] [link] who did not take kindly to her hunting in their territory. One female, a young mother as well took pitty on Jakoda, and she convinced the others to permit her to hunt on their borders for as long as she was she was pregnant, or the drought remained in her desert home. Jakoda was forever greatful to the young Ocelot and never obused the this new privilage that was bestoyed upon her.

Months latter after her cubs had been born and their eyes just begin to open Jakoda met up with her old firend the Ocelot. Though this time it was not an event to be celebraited. It all happened when Jakoda ventured out for her mourning hunt just before the sun rose over the horizon. As she was climbing over the large smooth rocks, checking the crakes for rodents and rattlers she heard a loud cry come from the up high in the mountians. Curiously she padded up to a higer rock to get a better veiw. From a distance she could see some creature perhapse a little smaller than herself racing down the moutian side. Jakoda opened her mouth drinking in the sents of her home, tyring to get some clue as to who was venturing into her territory. Having not seen the youg Ocelot for so long, it did not occure to her that it could have been her until after she meet up with the tired and terrified cat herself. After calming the she cat down so she could breath properly with out heaving in and out in exhausted puffs, Jakoda learned in horror that one of the Ocelot's own cubs had been taken by humans, and not being able to convince her own kind to chase after the fiends now turned to her. Dread ran through Jakoda's vains like a stampead of javelinas [link] rev=/images%3Fq%3Djavelinas%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den [link] With out even saying a word she raced off to her own den, worring about her own cubs saftey if their were humans prawling about. She could hear the Ocelot call after her as she ran, but fear had gripped her so tightly that she could not do anything but run, run to her cubs and reasure them and herself that they were okay.

After what seemed like years of running Jakoda rounded the cornner that lead to a creveas in the rock where her den was. Tears filled her golden eyes as her fears were intesified by a thousand deseret suns. Her cubs were gone, and the stench of man was strong in the air. Jacoda clasped her eyes shut, as if trying to hold back the river of tears behind them. How could this have happened? What should she have done? Is there anything she could have done? She had failed her cubs. NO! No she had not! Not yet. Her eyes flaired open the rage of a mother blazing through them enough to make any creature cower in her wake. Following the sent she flew past the canyons. As she came to the flats of the desert she could see the dust of a human monster running down one of their hidiously smelling paths. As she pin pointed her target she raced off, making for a spot several paces infront of where the moster was now. Using all of her experiance of hunting and chasing she glided through the shrubs and cacti down to her prey. As she came up to the side of the moster she made a giant leap onto it back, climbing up its rock exterior and into its open belly where two humans sat now scurrying for their weapons. But Jakoda would not see it, using her long sharp claws and raking them in the back and biting one's naked neck. Her fang slide into his skin easliy with no fur or thick hide to protect it. The moster swerved and jumped off its path running into a cactus deploying some sort of sack in its belly that struck Jakoda hard in the face and shoulders. Battered but not beated she took this time of confusion to climb into the back of the monster where she could hear her cubs small fightened calls in a small open creat. Struggling to pick them all up she had to settle for carring them one at a time. But help had arrived as when she races back to the truck from setting the first cub in the shade of a far off shrub, her Ocelot friend was picking up a second. Jakoda gave her a quick node of thanks and then raced back up to the moster to grab the last of the three cubs. But as she was leaping out of the moster's belly something struck her hind leg, and a sharp pain nulled over her body. The effects were quick and painful as her entire body became limp. Desperatly she staggered foward just far enough to drop her kit in a near by shrub and then drag her body in an opposite direction so that her cub would not be noticed. Her eyes became heavy as if deprived from sleep for far too long. A gruff paw of one of the humans clenched her scruff and lifted her limb body into the back of the monster's belly. Just before she lost all knowledge of her sourroundings she saw the blured figure of the Ocoelot picking up the third cub from its hiding place and race off to the others. Her cubs were safe. She had not failed them.

If you read all of this put cupcake in your comment please,

NO ONE BUT Saphirawolf AND I HAVE PERMISSION TO USE THIS CHARACTER.