Post by sunniful no one on Mar 13, 2009 11:40:26 GMT -8
chains can't hold me down.
*these walls will fall down.
*these walls will fall down.
Name:
Springdrop is the title of the girl whose heart is easily broken. Her mother named her Springkit, despite the fact that her mother disliked her talented daughter, she saw use in her, and named her a beautiful name in order to keep up her own reputation.
Springdrop dislikes going by her full name and insists that everyone just calls her Spring.
Clan:
She was born, rasied, and spent all her time in her homeland. Formerly known as the icy Shadowclan, and now the reign of Stealthclan. But she ran away at a very young age as a kit. When her parents and clanmates came chasing after her to regain their obvious prize, she stood up to them. Standing in front of her leader and braved her parents, ever so politely bidding them farewell, but by then everyone knew the truth of the parenting mishap. She staid with first Dawnclan and dislike having so many trees above her head. But she had made friends there. But feeling the urge to leave, she did as her heart said, by then she was an apprentice, but without mentor. She sought Zephyrclan as refuge, gaining a mentor, but disliking the open space that didn't conceal her coat much. The night before her naming ceremony she left, there were also many tearful good-byes. At this point in time she was to shy and worried to try the last clan, and find that it failed her. She wandered for a bit, a couple days in reality. Finally the truth set in, she needed to be with someone and there was no one left. She was accepted into Brookclan with open arms. The girl had never felt so at home before, the river, the sun that splotched it, the thinning trees, the tall reeds, and still open space? Springdrop had found where she belonged.
Rank:
Starting out as a Stealthclan kit, she graduated into a late kidhood with Dawnclan, and then reached apprentice age. She left and gained a mentor in Zephyrclan, and left the night of her naming ceremony as a warrior. She was named a proud warrior of Brookclan a couple nights after she arrived, bestowed with the name Springdrop.
Age:
In a long truth Springdrop seems much older than her youthfullness of fourteen moons. She still is playful and cheerful. But if you want to think of it this way she is really about twenty-three moons.
Gender:
Female; Girl; Woman; Traveler; Gypsy
Appearance:
With worn expectations this a girl with a fairly white pelt. The color of it tends to lean towards a white gold in the sun. And her paws and fairly more of a brown than a white, but still lighter than a tan. It may just be because of all the walking her paws endure. But her paw pads are black as night and the tips of her feet are cloaked in a muddy brown nad black mixture that dots the end of her tail as well. On her face she has a distinct marking smudge of brown at the corner of her left ear.
Her eyes are solid, and do not vary from the color, or lean towards any color. Her eyes are blue, no hints of anything. Icy seemingly, though they show that she is kind and light-hearted. There is no mistaking this color for any other color. It is true, and doesn't change it's shades in the season. There are very thing lines of black escaping the pupil, which is often dilated. Their are extremely pretty, and rather shocking. It is her most admired feature.
Personality:
This is that hardest part to explain. She is friendly and warm and kind. But there really isn't anything like her. She has her own way of being kind, and even if someone else is also said to be nice they aren't nice in the same way. She has her trademark quirky smile that she hates and everyone adores.
The easiest thing to make her do is blush.
She can be stubborn, but its worn down over the years.
She has no family besides her one sister.
She is a singer. Yes, she can sing. Her voice is beautiful. It draws pictures in your mind, she is teased that she would describe something and it would come to life.
She can and can't stand heartbreak. Its been broken to many times, and she crumbles. She is very strong still, and when she's sad the way she talks about it gives it a happy vibe.
She can hide herself away from the world, but she adores her friends and can't keep anything from them.
She can well-wish just about anyone.
She secretly enjoys a past-time that no one knows of. Outside of clan territory there is a grassy clearing, a large rock in the center, exposed to the sun. Wild-flowers grow aplenty and the grass is long. And always bountiful with prey. She spends many an afternoon there when she is done with her patrols. Not even her best friends know about it.
When it comes to love, Springdrop is a total sap. She's always there to tease and prod her friends.
Springdrop isn't the strictest rule-follower, and when it comes to that she can be a bit rebellious.
History:
The true story as already been explained throughout the means of her life. Springdrop was to be named by another name. But her father adored her and her mother saw potential. Her father died soon after she was born and when she left. She was devastated by this, but told it was her fault by her mother at her very first gathering. No matter. Springdrop knew it had nothing to do with her, and even suspected that her mother had a hand... Paw in it.
After leaving she spent her time in Dawnclan, where she made a really close friend.
And then onto Zephyrclan, she was an apprentice by then, and was trained up in the way of a wind cat. She made a really close friend there as well...
But after that she left, wandering, afraid to not be happy in Brookclan. She met another cat, a loner. And finally she joined Brookclan, choosing it as her home. That is where she is as of now...
[sorry for the horribleh history]
RP Example:
It isn't needed and so I'm not going to make my fingers any more sore... :?
daisychains break like hearts
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