Character Name: Rosekit
Character Age: 5 moons
Gender: She-cat
Alliance: Riverclan
Rank: Kit
Appearance (6 or more sentences):
Rosekit is a stunning kit, taking the crowd in awe. First, you may see her strikingly bold eyes staring at you brilliantly in a mere shade of blue and green. Singes of violet are on the side. Her odd, creme sclera is a benefit to her. At recent inspection, you can see fur, that is easily observed as rough, shaggy. It's texture is mistaken, though. If you let your fingers slide through her fur, it's easily told that those who judged her without notion were very mistaken It's like silk that is easily guided through your fingertips, it lets off the aroma of sweet berries, and happy kisses. It gleams a fire brick red, it doesn't come off strong, more of an indian red, it's easy on the eyes, and beyond the thick patches of hair are strands of peach, coral and light salmon. Her hair cascades in a wave-struck motion backwards, her tail often curled in looplets, maybe in little ringlets. She's very regal and well-proportioned, which is one part of the reason she's eyecatching and glamorous, leaving rose petals in her wake. She often accompanies her sister Dawnkit on adventures, her pads are strictly worn out and beg for a break.
Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements):
Rosekit, merely a bundle of contradictions. Compassionate and caring with friends, family and lovers, yet she can easily cut to the bone with her snarky, jealous remarks and ever-changing moods. Endearingly eccentric on one hand, and on the other, insecure about how others see her. She's easily seen as hard and insensitive on the outside. However, for those of the lot who took the time to know her, understand that deep below lies a softness and sensitivity that makes her so very special...
No other girl romances better, in Linette's words, equally though, Linette does not take it so badly when romance turns sour. But with her changeable natures, Linette is fascinating, mysterious, stimulating and extremely alluring. She is a rather beguiling companion, once you find the good side of her...
---Likes (at least 3):
She enjoys adventure with her sister.
Rosekit loves to be active, though, she feels she isn't as good as Dawnkit, in the terms of running.
She loves to be near gardens. She loves flowers, and their mystical scents. Often found by the garden, it's usually why she holds of such brilliant scents.
--- Dislikes (at least 3):
Some adventures her sister drags her into. Dawnkit may persuade Rosekit to lie, steal, and even sneak out.
She hates water. She recoils in disgust at the sight of it, some adventures her sister goes on putting in her doom.
She dislikes people whom are lazy. She doesn't put this on her sister, though.
---Strengths (No MORE than 5):
Climbing. She's good at climbing.
Acting. She can be rather melancholic when she wants. Often, it's because she's mad she's lying.
---Weaknesses (At least 3):
Running.
Teaching. You either get it the way she's explaining it or you get a new teacher.
Explaining, which sort of falls under the category of her teaching skills.
History (8 or more sentences):
As a mere 1 moon kit, Dawnkit lived her life with Rosekit. They both lacked being active, often idle and asleep.When not, they would just sit and play with their paws as their mother did her labor. As they began to grow be older, as one always does, they began to move more often, and this is when Dawnkit began to explore. Rose followed, to ensure protection over her sister and mere curiosity and the dislike of being alone.Their mother scolded this,"Curiosity killed the cat!" She just didn't want them to get hurt. Dawnkit seldom got out to adventure as a 1 moon kit, but as she grew older, as evolving was said, she began to- at faster intervals, customarily and habitually, she began to do it more. Rosekit barely accompanied her sister, listening to her mother as she knew a good kit would do, but that was why Dawnkit was a naughty kit. She had doubted Riverclan was for them, since this. Rosekit & Dawnkit often argued about controlling Dawn's sense of adventure. Soon, her mother grew tired of this, but was one day swept away from the two kit's grasp, their mother was taken to a two-leg-place. Soon, they grew worried of her disappearance, too soon, maybe? Soon, they were taken, as well. Their mother fought for them, hard and strong, she did. Before she was taken and killed, but the two young kits did not know of this. So, they ran hard and long, attempting to escape the grasps and ropes they were held in, soon, escaping to find 'RiverClan.' They still both have nightmares of that day, but try not to relive it.
Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio):
[Not an actual RP event. Just making up something. I like tense moments!]
Rosekit ran as fast as she could, her fur falling backwards. Tears flickering down her drenched face. The gawky simper that once lay on this cats face was now gone and replaced with a scowl and pure determination. She heard that yelp, and she recognized it as Dawnkit's. Her sisters. Twigs crunched in her wake, leaves spewing upward from the crevices, and safe-rooms in the twigs. She tried as hard as she could, every time her feet touched the ground, her head pounded and begged for answers to the sudden adrenaline rush. She skid to a halt right at Dawnkit's body. Melancholic ways now plastered along a face of dread,"NO! NO! NO!" She abused her sister's body as it rolled around in the grasp of helplessness. The cut in her chest was very seen in her creme fur. She sobbed,"Please, not you. Not now. I need you." She mews. Clearly, this was the truth,"Dawnkit? DAWNKIT? Please, come back to me. You're so close." She begins to run through everything Dawnkit said with such a witty attitude.
Contingency is exigency!
Sometimes, things happen in a split second and all we can do is watch it all blow over. And it's difficult, because we all doubted the consequences of leaving this world. The pain it brings to other people who still are alive, but cherished your life more then their own, I can't live like this. A world without you is a world without myself. The world doesn't need someone like me, because without you, I'm merely worthless.
She lays next to her sister, mourning the death of her sister, and on that day, she put the cloak over herself, and turned into the silhouette of what once was.
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