Post by Freespirit on Feb 8, 2009 13:41:19 GMT -7
Name- Desertrose
Age- 39 moons
Previous Names- Desertkit, Desertpaw
Gender- She-Cat
Clan- MysticClan
Rank- Warrior
Extra-
Appearance-
At a glance, Desertrose seems to be an ordinary, long-legged she-cat. Her pelt is a light, pale brown, but if a cat were to look close enough at it, they were see the mixture of red colored-fur mixed in with it. Her well-developed muscles are easily visible under her sleek, shorthaired pelt. Her shoulders are not very broad, but her legs are long, her paws small, and she is very graceful when she moves. In contrast to that, her tail is long and bushy, which looks somewhat strange compared to her delicate features.
Her muzzle is somewhat short, ending in a small pink nose. Her ears are short and pointed and her face is slightly roundish, with long white whiskers and a small white patch on her upper chest. Her eyes are a stunning, dazzling bright green; they take on the aura around them, flashing other colors within their emerald green depths.
A definite fault is her balance; Desertrose is as clumsy as a kit. She'll often trip over her own paws while walking, or not be focused enough and run into a tree. Which is as bad thing, since when Desertrose isn't tripping over her own feet, she is actually a very fast and agile runner.
Personality-
Desertrose has a very sweet, even-tempered personality, and is very diverse. She has respect for MysticClan, as well as the other Clans, and at times, wouldn't turn back a loner or rogue in need. Often, she finds herself wondering what she can do for the greater good of her Clan, instead of herself. She rarely looses her temper and control with any of her clanmates. She does have her moments, though, and would rather be alone during them. She's very good with younger cats; she very open, and any cat could easily come to her with problems. She's willing to listen and give any advice they might need to help them. At times, she's also very thoughtful of herself and the world around her, and can be quiet. Selflessness is like a sub-conscious mind to her, she can easily forget to take care of herself while taking care of others. She does have a bit of confidence issues, but tries her best to be optimistic, and the best Warrior she can be.
She's very friendly and respectful toward her clanmates, and her soft spot would have to be kits. She's always wanted some of her own, but her loyalty to the Warrior Code is too strong, so she wouldn't dare even think about breaking it. Just being able to be around them, and the ones she loves is enough for her.
[Gah, sorry, personality fail. Dx]
History-
As a kit, Desertose was raised as any normal clan kit. She was very curious and playful, and was always the kit who'd stay behind to help. She had a sister, whom she spent just about every moment with growing up, from the nursery, to their first steps out of the Den, and they were apprenticed together. They trained together a lot, and learned how to hunt and fight together. Their mother watched, proud; Desertrose and her sister were the last litter she could have, since she was getting older, and their father had already been killed in their early apprentice days.
Desertpaw and her sister were made warriors together, and their mother moved to the elders den.
Only just a few moons after being made warriors, a large family of badgers were discovered on MysticClan territory. Chosen to drive them out with a few others, Desertrose's sister confronted them and was killed when she had been ambushed by two of them. Desertrose has been waiting for her arrival, only to see her beloved sister's body being carried by the other warriors. She grieved for a very long time, and still does in her alone time. But it seems that was her motivation, to be the best warrior she could be and make up her sister's absence.
Roleplay Example- [Bwhahahaha, I'm doing it anyway.[: ]
Memories were sometimes the hardest thing to keep, in Desertrose's mind. To have memories was one thing, but to live in one was another. So the fact that she stood over her sister's grave didn't help. She tried to keep her paws from shaking, but of course there was no stopping them. Grief had their own ways of reminding you of the past. No matter how hard she tried, it wouldn't go away. The pain was raw and dull, as if she's only slipped away yesterday. As if she was living in a world that slowly came falling down around her, piece by piece. And all she could do was stand and watch, like she was moving in slow motion as the world sped up, faster and faster. Why was misery so hard, the most precious things in life could be taken away so easily, leaving behind a lifetime of misery...? Love was the strongest bond, but yet is was so easily broken. And even if you managed to fix it, it would never be the same. Never again.
No. She couldn't think that way, not now. She wouldn't show weakness if she could help it. She was strong, at least she thought she was. Just think of her as she was living, not what she left behind.. Desertrose thought; it was something she'd always known, but it wasn't so easily done then said.
So she stopped, closing her eyes. He breathing deepened slightly, huffs of air streaming through the cold.
She imagined her sister's bright, shining face. So full of life, of love, of wonders she'd have yet to discover. She'd always been the life of everything. So easy-going, so carefree but an unbroken loyalty. It seemed the space around her was brightened by her presence, and Desertrose had always been by her side. She hadn't envied her sister; She had her own ways, she was much quieter and could more easily listen to the world around her. That's what made them different, but they were so compatible they were almost one entity.
But that had all been shattered, shattered right before Desertrose like a kit and a moss ball. Why'd she have to die, doing something that made her what she was?
Here we go again.. Desertrose sighed; she was able to help others but not herself. It seemed like healing others healed herself. She knew her sister was happy. She'd had a good life, and died protecting her clan. Wasn't that the best way to go?
Knowing you accomplished something that could save your clan? It barely eased the heartache; Desertrose didn't want to pity herself, not when there was the Clan to worry about.
She slowly got to her paws; sunlight was breaking through the darkness, as morning crept in. Desertrose didn't mind; the small gap in time between night and day was her favorite time.
Twilight.
Stiffly rising to her paws, Desertrose stretched. She could have been there for moons, her nose pressed against the cold hard earth n the spot her sister now lay, unmoving for the rest of the time the earth survived. No one was awake this early, and the silence was almost calming to Desertrose. It left her to her thoughts, which were racing through her head.
She sat down, watching the sun creep higher and higher over the mountain. Only now were the sounds of her clanmates stirring, the sounds of hungry kits mewling in the nursery. She rose to her paws, ready to start the day. Her memories were still stores in the back of her mind, a nagging feeling that refused to go away no matter what Desertrose did. But as long as she was happy, she knew she could believe her sister was, too.
Desertrose loved her sister, but that didn't mean she had to throw away what she'd already had.
Age- 39 moons
Previous Names- Desertkit, Desertpaw
Gender- She-Cat
Clan- MysticClan
Rank- Warrior
Extra-
Appearance-
At a glance, Desertrose seems to be an ordinary, long-legged she-cat. Her pelt is a light, pale brown, but if a cat were to look close enough at it, they were see the mixture of red colored-fur mixed in with it. Her well-developed muscles are easily visible under her sleek, shorthaired pelt. Her shoulders are not very broad, but her legs are long, her paws small, and she is very graceful when she moves. In contrast to that, her tail is long and bushy, which looks somewhat strange compared to her delicate features.
Her muzzle is somewhat short, ending in a small pink nose. Her ears are short and pointed and her face is slightly roundish, with long white whiskers and a small white patch on her upper chest. Her eyes are a stunning, dazzling bright green; they take on the aura around them, flashing other colors within their emerald green depths.
A definite fault is her balance; Desertrose is as clumsy as a kit. She'll often trip over her own paws while walking, or not be focused enough and run into a tree. Which is as bad thing, since when Desertrose isn't tripping over her own feet, she is actually a very fast and agile runner.
Personality-
Desertrose has a very sweet, even-tempered personality, and is very diverse. She has respect for MysticClan, as well as the other Clans, and at times, wouldn't turn back a loner or rogue in need. Often, she finds herself wondering what she can do for the greater good of her Clan, instead of herself. She rarely looses her temper and control with any of her clanmates. She does have her moments, though, and would rather be alone during them. She's very good with younger cats; she very open, and any cat could easily come to her with problems. She's willing to listen and give any advice they might need to help them. At times, she's also very thoughtful of herself and the world around her, and can be quiet. Selflessness is like a sub-conscious mind to her, she can easily forget to take care of herself while taking care of others. She does have a bit of confidence issues, but tries her best to be optimistic, and the best Warrior she can be.
She's very friendly and respectful toward her clanmates, and her soft spot would have to be kits. She's always wanted some of her own, but her loyalty to the Warrior Code is too strong, so she wouldn't dare even think about breaking it. Just being able to be around them, and the ones she loves is enough for her.
[Gah, sorry, personality fail. Dx]
History-
As a kit, Desertose was raised as any normal clan kit. She was very curious and playful, and was always the kit who'd stay behind to help. She had a sister, whom she spent just about every moment with growing up, from the nursery, to their first steps out of the Den, and they were apprenticed together. They trained together a lot, and learned how to hunt and fight together. Their mother watched, proud; Desertrose and her sister were the last litter she could have, since she was getting older, and their father had already been killed in their early apprentice days.
Desertpaw and her sister were made warriors together, and their mother moved to the elders den.
Only just a few moons after being made warriors, a large family of badgers were discovered on MysticClan territory. Chosen to drive them out with a few others, Desertrose's sister confronted them and was killed when she had been ambushed by two of them. Desertrose has been waiting for her arrival, only to see her beloved sister's body being carried by the other warriors. She grieved for a very long time, and still does in her alone time. But it seems that was her motivation, to be the best warrior she could be and make up her sister's absence.
Roleplay Example- [Bwhahahaha, I'm doing it anyway.[: ]
Memories were sometimes the hardest thing to keep, in Desertrose's mind. To have memories was one thing, but to live in one was another. So the fact that she stood over her sister's grave didn't help. She tried to keep her paws from shaking, but of course there was no stopping them. Grief had their own ways of reminding you of the past. No matter how hard she tried, it wouldn't go away. The pain was raw and dull, as if she's only slipped away yesterday. As if she was living in a world that slowly came falling down around her, piece by piece. And all she could do was stand and watch, like she was moving in slow motion as the world sped up, faster and faster. Why was misery so hard, the most precious things in life could be taken away so easily, leaving behind a lifetime of misery...? Love was the strongest bond, but yet is was so easily broken. And even if you managed to fix it, it would never be the same. Never again.
No. She couldn't think that way, not now. She wouldn't show weakness if she could help it. She was strong, at least she thought she was. Just think of her as she was living, not what she left behind.. Desertrose thought; it was something she'd always known, but it wasn't so easily done then said.
So she stopped, closing her eyes. He breathing deepened slightly, huffs of air streaming through the cold.
She imagined her sister's bright, shining face. So full of life, of love, of wonders she'd have yet to discover. She'd always been the life of everything. So easy-going, so carefree but an unbroken loyalty. It seemed the space around her was brightened by her presence, and Desertrose had always been by her side. She hadn't envied her sister; She had her own ways, she was much quieter and could more easily listen to the world around her. That's what made them different, but they were so compatible they were almost one entity.
But that had all been shattered, shattered right before Desertrose like a kit and a moss ball. Why'd she have to die, doing something that made her what she was?
Here we go again.. Desertrose sighed; she was able to help others but not herself. It seemed like healing others healed herself. She knew her sister was happy. She'd had a good life, and died protecting her clan. Wasn't that the best way to go?
Knowing you accomplished something that could save your clan? It barely eased the heartache; Desertrose didn't want to pity herself, not when there was the Clan to worry about.
She slowly got to her paws; sunlight was breaking through the darkness, as morning crept in. Desertrose didn't mind; the small gap in time between night and day was her favorite time.
Twilight.
Stiffly rising to her paws, Desertrose stretched. She could have been there for moons, her nose pressed against the cold hard earth n the spot her sister now lay, unmoving for the rest of the time the earth survived. No one was awake this early, and the silence was almost calming to Desertrose. It left her to her thoughts, which were racing through her head.
She sat down, watching the sun creep higher and higher over the mountain. Only now were the sounds of her clanmates stirring, the sounds of hungry kits mewling in the nursery. She rose to her paws, ready to start the day. Her memories were still stores in the back of her mind, a nagging feeling that refused to go away no matter what Desertrose did. But as long as she was happy, she knew she could believe her sister was, too.
Desertrose loved her sister, but that didn't mean she had to throw away what she'd already had.
