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Post by iceshadow on Oct 1, 2011 0:41:08 GMT -4
Roseheart
Thunderclan
19 moons
She-Cat
Warrior
a marking of a heart in the colors of her fur, very soft fur, white eyes.
Roseheart is a stubborn passionate and mischievous cat. She cares about everyone and does what ever she can to help them, if that means gathering , hunting, fighting next to them or even just sitting and talking she will do all in her power to help. She is very intelligent and inventive. Always coming up with new ideas. Being very adventurous she tends to get into trouble a lot though always has stories to tell. She is stubborn when needed and wont back down from any challenge. She fights strong and Loves eternally.
Mother:Iceshadow(deceased)
Father:Flamevine(deceased)
"She is beautiful!""Her fur is as soft as a rose!" "That mark looks like a heart" The constant reiteration of these were said to this young she cat. Born to a mother who died after running away with the Riverclan cat that she soon found out was her father, she was left in thuderclan to learn and grow. She had few friends and not many looked her way. Spending long hours in one of her favorite hiding places: a little nook in an old oak tree near a small creek. She loved how the light bounced off of the water, Sitting long hours in this place she was safe from all harm. Roseheart would think about her parents, or the clan, anything really. No one knew of her hiding place. It was hers and she would defend it. Pulling leaves covering the hole in tree and swishing her tail in the dirt to cover her paw prints. She was a loner, no one looked her way unless they needed something from her. She dreamed of fighting and would practice fighting imaginary cats multiple times a day. She would explore the rest of the time soon learning every leaf, twig, and bug in the territory. She ruled the "kingdom" in her mind, the Kingdom of imagination where she fought and won every battle. Roseheart was constantly scolded for her adventures and soon only left the main area's in the early morning and late night hours when the other cats were sleeping and she would be the most alone.
I leaped onto the branch of the oak tree slowly making mt way to the top stopping about mid way and resting on a thicker branch. Looking out i watched the moon it was nearly full and its beauty was astounding the white gleaming off of the creek below me. I laid down flicking the tip of my tail and purring, closing my white eyes;perfectly content. I listened to the rush of the wind through the leaves and all the creatures of the night awakening while the day creatures went to their homes t await the new day. This was bliss.
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Post by Skaddonstar on Oct 1, 2011 17:36:48 GMT -4
Roze with a z is not a word. You have to spell her name right.
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Post by iceshadow on Oct 2, 2011 3:41:21 GMT -4
Fixed, sorry i Go by Rose a lot and i spell it with a 'z' force of habit.
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