Post by sunniful no one on Mar 16, 2009 18:15:00 GMT -8
it was time for my last disappearingact.
the magic lost. despair left behind. X
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Name:
Gypsy is named her name for her refrence to the up-walkers who traveled, were often looked down upon, and known for strange sorcery.
Loner/Rogue/Kittypet?
Gypsy is very much a loner, as she isn't quick to stir up trouble. Nor does she appreciate the dull life of lounging, such as a house cat might. She is also known to be a witch, but that isn't true.
Age:
In her time, Gypsy has lived for two summerfalls. Also meaning two years or twenty-four moons.
Territory:
Gypsy is unruley and doesn't like to stay in one place, she is more of a general in and out girl. She likes to stick around though, she stays wherever it suits her, and for now, she stays near Brookclan, near her friend, and near her talents.
Gender:
Gypsy is a girl. A woman; a traveler; a witch by some; female; she-cat.
Appearance:
Like the many, Gypsy has a stained brown pelt. But underneath are hints of white. A soft color, she has long fur, one of a maine coon. Her ears are long, her face is narrow, and yet kind. SHe has a long torso, legs, and tail.
She has kind, muted green eyes, they are pale, yet entrancing.
The most important mark on her body is in the dead center of her chest, a long scar traces its way to the curve of her body, a mark from a past loved one.
Personality:
Her personality is either one way or the other.
her first side is warm kind and motherly, she is special and loving in her own way. She tries to keep her distance, but she can't help but coddling you.
the other side of her is fiesty, strong, and willing. She can make it on her own, stand up for herself and isn't afraid. She goes hand in hand with Poppyburst when it comes to this. But, when her temper rages, it rages. And its hardly possible to stop it, she knows, however, to leave and come back when she has had some time to rant. She never lets her anger get the best of her.
Gypsy has had her heart broken before, so now her heart is only open to friends, and hardly ever are they males. She doesn't really know if she can trust the opposite gender ever again after the betrayal that left her heart in pieces, and still isn't quite back to how it use to be. At this point she is fragile.
History:
Gypsy was born of a clan family, but when flood season came the river had already swollen. It bursts it's banks, and she was swept away before anyone realized what was happening. Gypsy parent's were missing beforehand, never seen again. But many said her mother was subject to childbed fever, a deadly sickness that overtook the weaker of mothers quite suddenly. She remembers her clan name, Bumblekit, and secretly refers to herself as Bumbleburst when she is near Dawnclan territory. Her supposed old home. She often wandered lonesome as a small child, but was quickly taken into a caring family within a secret community of ruffians, each with an interesting story of their past. She grew with lots of folk-lore, teaching her the ways of the cruel world and how to go about it. She fell in love with her foster families son, Sun. He was strong, quick, funny, quirky, and above all her best friend. As they grew up, they grew closer, each dreamed of adventure and each other. They were so close when they began to drift, at first everyone was thrown into shock that perhaps the two weren't as tight knit as everyone had thought and hoped? Sun grew fonder and fonder of Raven, a pretty young she-cat who knew how to worm her way into affections. Torn, but not entirely, Sun denied Gypsy, calling her a witch, and that their union was to never be spoken of. He struck her, creating a long scar down her chest. Weeping she escaped, she never returned, and never saw Sun or Raven, and to that matter, anyone from her past ever, ever again.
RP Example:
Witch! he screamed, his eyes bright, I could the see the tears no one else saw. The regret.
I stumbled backwards, skidding, my paw-pad bled from stepping on a sharp rock. No! No, thats not true, you must believe me! I cried, limping backwards. The hatred in his beautiful eyes burned. Zephniah! I pleaded turning on my foster mother, at first she seemed about to say something. But one quick glance at her son and she turned away.
The denial brought more pain than the physical hurt. He smirked and strode toward me, I saw the truth behind his eyes. He seemed... Confused, like he didn't know why he was doing this.
I knew, Raven... A bird cackled overhead, and I shivered back into the shadows. I don't know what you're talking about. I have done so such thing. It's not possible, Sun... Please? I tried.
He looked at me with such a sinking pleasure I could have moaned in agony. Denial, and dare you address me after what you have done! he thundered. His eyes darkened, I saw him steal a glance towards the sidelines. He was doing this to impress her. Or perhaps under her orders. Raven... He paced forward, finally, thrusting his chest forward he faced me. I don't believe you, Gypsy... when he said my name it still sounded sweet. How foolish was I? I can't love you... He shook his head sorrowfully, or perhaps mockingly. Please, be gone.
So there it was, my fate. But he knew me, he used to know me. He should've known better, Why!? I yelped defiantly, I could see I was fading, but I had to fight, I wasn't going down now. I couldn't. I've done nothing wrong. I managed at last in a shaky voice.
In anger he siddled forward, and with a thick smile his tail lashed forward, clinging a branch. It whipped across my chest and I screamed.
The crowd gasped, and all was silent.
Thick, sticky blood dripped onto my paws. There. he said finally, his voice a bit choked up, I knew he was sorry for what he had done. He would never say it. Leaning forward he hissed, Be gone!
I understood, it was time to go. The fight fought. No battle won. No victory on either side. No defeat. And no surrender. It was how it had always been. Standing weakly I shoved past him, hardly making him budge.
Later. he breathed, sorrowfully pleading with me.
I shook my head 'no'.
It was time for my last disappearing act.
no victory on either sides. and no surrender.
//it was how it had always been. he should have known.
//it was how it had always been. he should have known.
