RELATIONSHIP WITH MOTHER Rosemary was Stark's loving mother, who cherished him with the rest of his siblings. Like most mothers, she motivated Stark telling him about his future and how he could become as great as his father or those ancestors of his that pulled sleds in great races or mail delivery in general. She made him quite the dreamer and supported him in whatever he believed in or wanted to achieve.
RELATIONSHIP WITH FATHER Unknown, Stark never met his father but from what he heard was that he and his siblings had only been sired for different reasons and not out of love despite how their mother loved them a lot.

RELATIONSHIP WITH SIBLINGS
— Reginald
— Benjamin
— Sophie

RELATIONSHIP WITH AUNT Unknown
RELATIONSHIP WITH UNCLE Unknown

RELATIONSHIP WITH BEST FRIEND He doesn't have a best friend at the moment
RELATIONSHIP WITH WORST ENEMY He doesn't have a known enemy yet

RELATIONSHIP WITH ROMANTIC PARTNER No romantic partner just yet/TBA

Stark was originally sired for bloodline reasons as well as a possible Christmas present for a grandchild of his mother's owner despite his litter not being conceived from love, the small pup was able to cope with it seeing as he had a good four months of life. Stark was named by a boy that was soon to be his owner, the boy loved comics and super heroes thus leading to the pup's name. He had everything given to him and he had two brothers along with a single sister, whose name was Sophie. Reginald and Benjamin usually kept to themselves though they would sometimes wrestle with Stark even if the small purebred hadn't really wanted to. He had grown older and his brothers didn't tussle as much as they used to due to rumor that was spreading through the household that they were going to be given away and go to new homes. Stark didn't relish in the idea at first nor was he fond of what his possibly future might be yet he was soon taken to the house where the very same boy that named him had lived. The boy gave him a small silver chain with a piece of iron hanging from it, the boy whispering fantasies into Stark's mind, he could understand very little but something about it made it exciting. Stark was a bit happy until the first few days did he grow bored of his new household, one night, he managed to escape wanting to explore and find that adventure he yearned for.

Adventure was not so great as it seemed, the once pampered pooch found out the hard way when he had to seek refuge within a cardboard box on a cold rainy night. He could imagine his brothers and sister being safe, warm, and comfortable by the fire whilst the five month old tried not to freeze at the dead of the night. He spent a few more weeks there in the city's streets before growing tired of it all once more. He finally found some woodland with plenty of mice and other small rodents, a flood of adrenaline consuming him briefly and making him take his first step into the wild. He could feel that his adventure was here and waiting for him to begin. He grew up in the woods having to learn to survive and it wasn't as easy as the city life but something about it always kept him entertained and never bored him. He grew older and older until finally, he was two years old did he stumble upon a pine forest living clan by the name of Shadowclan. . .

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