Post by rainy on Feb 17, 2009 0:12:48 GMT -5
(ooc - oh man rewriting this whole thing is going to kill my fingers... curse whoever deleted the old site... lol i had to rewrite this again anyway tho)
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THE BASICS;;
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name;; Dusk
definition;; The darker stage of twilight~
age;; 40 Moons (3 years and some)
gender;; She-cat
clan + rank;; Loner. Wild 'n free, baby!
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THE REST;;
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looks;;
Dusk is beautiful, there's no denying it. She's right up there on the list with the prettiest cats in the forest. Her kittenhood fluff and chubbiness have finally gone away; her head is triangular and her cheekbones seem almost to slope, tapering down into a fine pointed maw. Her nose is pink and her mouth always carries a hint of a smirk. The she-cat's eyes are a hazy blue hue, the color of the late afternoon sky. Her eyes always seem to dance with good humor, as if she's sharing a joke with whomever she's talking to. Her ears are almost childlike, being rounded and small instead of pointed and large like they should be. But they give her a certain look of harmlessness which she sometimes uses to her advantage in battles. They are fuzzy with light gold hairs on the inside.
Her neck is short and stout, supportive of her head and slender shoulders. Her body is petite though not stubby; her legs are svelte and culminate in small, feminine paws. The claws that are almost always unsheathed are rather blunt and not an effective fighting device. Her limbs support a tightly-muscled, attractive body with a long tail that helps her maintain balance. Dusk's body is curved as a she-cat's should be and proportioned as evenly as a cat's body could be. Her hyperness earlier in life has caused her to maintain a peak physical condition.
Now for her fur. She's a golden tabby -- but it's not just one color. Dusk's fur seems to have many shades of honey all flowing into each other with slightly darker-colored stripes running through them. The underside of her neck and chest, her belly and tail-tip are all tinted a creamy color. Perhaps a lighter variation of the gold hues of her pelt. All four paws are white, and her tail is darker than the rest of her body due to her being a tabby. Dusk's fur almost always maintains a healthy luster, due to her willingness to keep up with hygiene. She wants to maintain her attractiveness while she can and set a good example for others. It's not that she looks down on dirty cats, it's just... well, actually, she does. Since they don't take the time to take care of themselves, they're not worth her time. Unless they're sick that is. Then she'll take care of 'em.
Dusk always carries her tail and head high in a prideful way. She doesn't walk, she struts; most of the time, anyway. Dusk is kinda flamboyant and does like to show off her beauty. She's always trying to keep up her good-looking appearance and maintain an air of sexiness. Although, her attempts to look hot often dissolve because of her willingness to get dirty in pursuit of entertainment.
Her fur is a bit more scraggly now due to her living as a loner, but Dusk's pelt is still soft to the touch. She prides herself on that. Even when her winter coat grows in, it retains the same texture. The loner used to look awkward with her winter coat but not anymore, since adulthood seems to have straightened out most of her flaws. A few scars can be visible on her pelt from past scuffles with various foes. Besides that, Dusk tries to look as nice as possible. After all, you never know when you're going to meet a prospective mate.
personality;;
Dusk is a tough cookie. She's a team player, one you would want by your side in a crisis. The she-cat is a flirt and a gossip and tends to get along better with toms than she-cats. Despite these traits, Dusk isn't the type of cat who enjoys hurting others, physically or mentally. She knows how to keep her trap shut when the time comes, but isn't afraid to lash out if she's being bullied. She enjoys sticking up for herself and others and could use a good fight once in a while. Because of her small size, Dusk relies on wits rather than strength for battle tactics. She's not OMG GENIUS, but as smart as your average Clan cat. Smart enough to survive by utilizing her brain once in a while.
Dusk used to be an air-headed ditz, but not so much anymore. She realizes life's not just one big game now and takes things more seriously than she used to. No longer is she running around pulling stupid pranks and breaking rules for the fun of it. No longer is she the immature apprentice she used to be long after her apprentice days were over. Dusk realizes what a harsh life she's chosen and is paying the price by becoming more stern. She's still a cat you can have a good time with, but is more practical now. Also, she's not one of those she-cats that gets all gooey whenever a tom shows up, and starts to rub up on him and whatever as soon as he starts talking to her. She can even be considered one of the guys -- Dusk doesn't mind just talking instead of acting all "seductive" with a tom, and doesn't mind going out hunting or sharing tongues without it being considered a relationship. In a nutshell, she's pretty laid-back about everything.
Of course, that doesn't mean she doesn't like to flirt once in a while. Sometimes Dusk gets playful just to see what the reaction will be. Aside from that, she focuses more on surviving than anything else. Dusk enjoys the thrill of waking up each day and not knowing what awaits her. Unlike her controlled Clan life, she now has an option to be free and live her life as she truly should. So Dusk enjoys being a loner more than she did a medicine cat apprentice. Except now she can't use her herb knowledge which has been packed into her brain. So she just goes around as sort of a medic for herself and other loners. She's not afraid to approach a stranger and strike up a conversation or treat their wounds without saying a word.
An annoying quality about her is that she tries to discern the meaning behind your words. From years of medicine cat experience Dusk knows that just because a cat says something, it doesn't have to mean it's true. But this has made her overly cautious. So when a cat says A and means A, she'll think you mean B, C, or D. Another flaw is that she speaks her mind, and sometimes without thinking. This has result in her: a.) pissing off cats, b.) making enemies, and c.) looking really stupid if she said something that didn't make sense out loud. Sometimes she just bursts out with the first thing that pops into her head.
So Dusk is primarily a good candidate to hang out with. She's not overly concerned about the people around her and is level-headed even in the most trying of situations. Sure, she has a temper, but it doesn't explode as often as it used to. Once it does, though, all I can say is watch out. But Dusk focuses on making more friends than enemies. After all, when you're a loner, friends means a place to stay if your place is gone, and something to eat if there's no food around for you. And when you're a loner, enemies means you're likely to get hurt or killed pretty soon since you're on your own.
history;;
A rainstorm raged in the middle of the night when Duskkit, Hollykit and Blackkit were born. Their mother, Fernfrond, was as wet as one could be as if she herself had been out in the storm; they huddled together for warm instead of curling next to her sodden pelt. The kittens' cries of hunger turned into contended purrs as their mother warmed them up with her vigorous licks. The other queens crowded around the new litter to admire the little cats. It was hard to tell the color of their fur because they were newborn, but already the hues were showing through. The tom was a smoky gold color with a single black stripe running down his back. The larger she-cat was a dark gold tabby with two white paws. The smaller she-cat was a gold tabby with many white markings.
"What are their names, Fernfrond?" asked a fellow young queen excitedly. Fernfrond smiled at the little things. Her face seemed to glow with pride, yet it masked an underlying sadness. She was genuinely happy that her kits had been born but still troubled by an earlier event. "I... um..." preoccupied, she said the first things that came to her mind. "The tom is Blackkit, because of his stripe. The large she-cat is Hollykit. The small she-cat is Duskkit." Nobody asked who the father was. Good, Fernfrond thought. That would save her much trouble.
*****
Fernfrond, Dusk's mother, was the mirror image of Dusk: beautiful, feisty, petite. She was significantly immature, having never really matured from her hotheaded apprentice days. Fernfrond was a lot to handle and very flamboyant. She prided herself on her looks as well as her difficult personality, and was a very loyal ThunderClanner. So who would've thought that she'd fall in love with an enemy Clan tom?
It happened when a badger cornered a patrol she was on; they had backed up onto RiverClan's border, and a tom swooped in to help them. With his help they defeated the badger and sent it yowling away. She fell in love with him right there and then, not even knowing his name. All she knew was that he was handsome, gruff, and had warned her to keep off of RiverClan territory. At a Gathering she got acquainted with him and soon they started up a relationship.
It wasn't long before Fernfrond became pregnant. Thornfang was every bit the loving, supportive father -- well, as much as one from another Clan could be. Nobody had found out about their affair, and nobody would. On a night that she was heavily pregnant, Fernfrond set out to meet with him one last time. There, she told him that they could not continue. Heartbroken, both of them retreated to their respective camps -- this time, for good. On the way back, it began to pour, and Fernfrond felt her labor pains as soon as she set foot in camp.
*****
Duskkit was an intrepid little kitten, always the main firebrand of the group, the trouble-starter. She took after her airheaded mother, while her siblings were as even-tempered as her father. Duskkit was often considered the most beautiful of her litter; Hollykit was always resentful because of that. Duskkit often thought her sister was annoying and wished her away. On one cold, leaf-bare day, she got her wish: Hollykit disappeared. Duskkit was devastated but, being a bouncy little kit, quickly recovered and has almost forgotten about it now. Nobody ever found out that Hollykit had been snatched against her will and forced to live in a Twoleg home, until she grew adjusted to the kittypet lifestyle and is now living a happy, healthy kittypet life.
Despite her rambunctious attitude, Duskkit had always felt a certain spiritual connection that she wasn't sure the other kittens possessed. She was very close to StarClan and would often go out hunting for leaves or berries; she wasn't sure of the use, but the kit felt it was important. The medicine cat, Birdflight, had been watching Duskkit closely. After much speculation, Duskkit was named as the medicine cat apprentice a few days after she turned six moons. Overjoyed, the young apprentice's perpetual energy was soon put to good work at curing cats and remembering herbs.
She was quite a gifted little she-cat, able to pick up on things quickly and remember things for a long, long time. Often Duskpaw was given jobs that Birdflight couldn't do because she was too busy with other patients. Duskpaw enjoyed her apprenticeship and the special rank in her Clan. Of course, she did have her awkward moments... for instance, crossing the RiverClan border with no excuse other than "I can if I want to." And flirting with a RiverClan tom before heading back to camp. And apparently a ton of cats had been watching. Another downside was her rivalry with Forestpaw, another ThunderClan apprentice. For some reason the two-cats simply loathed each other and loved to push each other's buttons.
Another significant moment in history was the dreaded ThunderClan fire, where Duskpaw and Willowpaw (as well as the rest of the Clan) worked tirelessly to help get everyone out of camp. Along the way, Duskpaw rescued Peachkit, a young kitten who appeared to have amnesia. Peachkit didn't know where she'd come from or how she'd gotten there, and clung to Duskpaw like a mother. After Birdflight vanished, Duskpaw was glad to have a friend, although she often called Peachkit annoying.
After moons of training and with the medicine cat stepping down, Duskpaw waited eagerly to be awarded her promised position. But there was a change; the leader picked a new medicine cat and medicine cat apprentice instead. Destroyed, Duskpaw ran away in the heat of anger. She went through several phases of emotions in the following moons before managing to come to terms with the fact that all those moons of training, of waiting, of hoping had been a waste. Resolved never to return to Clan life again, she changed her name to Dusk and now lives as a loner. Dusk used to enjoy causing ThunderClan harm, and was a rogue of sorts, but now has become rather uncaring about Clan life. She is fine with them as long as they let her live in the loner territory unbothered. Although Dusk dislikes ThunderClan still -- and anyone from that Clan, as a matter of fact -- she has matured to the point of apathy, and has become a real loner.
IC;;
The ambient lighting filtered in through the thick canopy of trees that lay overhead. A soft, almost ghostly atmosphere was maintained due to the surrounding state of dawn. Early morning mist threaded through the dense undergrowth of forest, encompassing all in its path. They seemed to reach out and grasp the lone, barely visible silhouette that plowed through the woods. The shrill call of a morning dove drove a knife through the calm air, and at once the mist dissipated as the sun ascended into the sky. The forest still contained within it a damp, almost foreboding feeling, but Dusk didn't let that bother her. This was familiar ground.
Her paws traveled easily over the soft mossy floor and occasional patches of dirt that lay hidden within the deep layers of snow. This was the first time the sun had come out in many days, and she was going to enjoy it. Already the snow seemed to have started to melt. Despite the day being chilly beyond belief, she felt almost warm because of her thick winter coat and increased her pace. The sooner she got to where she was going, the better, because then she could return to her cozy den and sleep a while.
Something had been nagging at her ever since she had left ThunderClan at twenty-six moons of age. Four moons later she was still curious to see how life continued on. The cats probably didn't even remember her now; but still, this was her birth Clan and she felt a certain calling. Besides, her mother and brother were still there. At last Dusk reached her destination: a hedge overlooking the camp. She planted her paws firmly into the snow and watched.
She was right. Life hadn't changed for them. Cats came and went just like seasons to the Clans; they probably thought she had died or something. Feeling a bit dejected, Dusk turned to leave. What had she expected? A welcome back party? She wasn't actually coming back, though. Just checking up once in a while. The first few moons after she had left, Dusk had plotted revenge. After a while her feelings of vengeance sputtered and died, since she focused her vigor on surviving instead. Besides, being a loner was... kinda nice, actually. Without all the crowds and everything. And, although she wanted to convince herself it wasn't true, her feelings for ThunderClan were fading away and would soon disappear. She would become like every other loner: apathetic about Clan life. So maybe this was a blessing. Dusk walked away with a spring in her step. Now that she could finally forget about Clan life, she could start over again. After all the she-cat was only thirty moons. She still had her whole life ahead of her.
family;;
Immediate Family
Father: Thornfang (RC warrior)
Mother: Fernfrond (TC warrior)
Siblings:
•Hollykit (female) (kittypet)
•Blackstripe (male) (TC warrior)
Extended Family
Uncle: Ravenpelt (TC warrior)
Aunt: Willowstep (TC warrior)
Cousins:
•Taro (male) (loner)
•Patchtail (male) (TC warrior)
•Redstripe (female) (deceased)
password;; ANTEDILUVIAN
other;; Dusk has changed and aged :3 Also, this site is seriously in need of tomcats. I shall create some after I'm done with this girlie
[/center]THE BASICS;;
______________________
name;; Dusk
definition;; The darker stage of twilight~
age;; 40 Moons (3 years and some)
gender;; She-cat
clan + rank;; Loner. Wild 'n free, baby!
_________________________
THE REST;;
______________________
looks;;
Dusk is beautiful, there's no denying it. She's right up there on the list with the prettiest cats in the forest. Her kittenhood fluff and chubbiness have finally gone away; her head is triangular and her cheekbones seem almost to slope, tapering down into a fine pointed maw. Her nose is pink and her mouth always carries a hint of a smirk. The she-cat's eyes are a hazy blue hue, the color of the late afternoon sky. Her eyes always seem to dance with good humor, as if she's sharing a joke with whomever she's talking to. Her ears are almost childlike, being rounded and small instead of pointed and large like they should be. But they give her a certain look of harmlessness which she sometimes uses to her advantage in battles. They are fuzzy with light gold hairs on the inside.
Her neck is short and stout, supportive of her head and slender shoulders. Her body is petite though not stubby; her legs are svelte and culminate in small, feminine paws. The claws that are almost always unsheathed are rather blunt and not an effective fighting device. Her limbs support a tightly-muscled, attractive body with a long tail that helps her maintain balance. Dusk's body is curved as a she-cat's should be and proportioned as evenly as a cat's body could be. Her hyperness earlier in life has caused her to maintain a peak physical condition.
Now for her fur. She's a golden tabby -- but it's not just one color. Dusk's fur seems to have many shades of honey all flowing into each other with slightly darker-colored stripes running through them. The underside of her neck and chest, her belly and tail-tip are all tinted a creamy color. Perhaps a lighter variation of the gold hues of her pelt. All four paws are white, and her tail is darker than the rest of her body due to her being a tabby. Dusk's fur almost always maintains a healthy luster, due to her willingness to keep up with hygiene. She wants to maintain her attractiveness while she can and set a good example for others. It's not that she looks down on dirty cats, it's just... well, actually, she does. Since they don't take the time to take care of themselves, they're not worth her time. Unless they're sick that is. Then she'll take care of 'em.
Dusk always carries her tail and head high in a prideful way. She doesn't walk, she struts; most of the time, anyway. Dusk is kinda flamboyant and does like to show off her beauty. She's always trying to keep up her good-looking appearance and maintain an air of sexiness. Although, her attempts to look hot often dissolve because of her willingness to get dirty in pursuit of entertainment.
Her fur is a bit more scraggly now due to her living as a loner, but Dusk's pelt is still soft to the touch. She prides herself on that. Even when her winter coat grows in, it retains the same texture. The loner used to look awkward with her winter coat but not anymore, since adulthood seems to have straightened out most of her flaws. A few scars can be visible on her pelt from past scuffles with various foes. Besides that, Dusk tries to look as nice as possible. After all, you never know when you're going to meet a prospective mate.
personality;;
Dusk is a tough cookie. She's a team player, one you would want by your side in a crisis. The she-cat is a flirt and a gossip and tends to get along better with toms than she-cats. Despite these traits, Dusk isn't the type of cat who enjoys hurting others, physically or mentally. She knows how to keep her trap shut when the time comes, but isn't afraid to lash out if she's being bullied. She enjoys sticking up for herself and others and could use a good fight once in a while. Because of her small size, Dusk relies on wits rather than strength for battle tactics. She's not OMG GENIUS, but as smart as your average Clan cat. Smart enough to survive by utilizing her brain once in a while.
Dusk used to be an air-headed ditz, but not so much anymore. She realizes life's not just one big game now and takes things more seriously than she used to. No longer is she running around pulling stupid pranks and breaking rules for the fun of it. No longer is she the immature apprentice she used to be long after her apprentice days were over. Dusk realizes what a harsh life she's chosen and is paying the price by becoming more stern. She's still a cat you can have a good time with, but is more practical now. Also, she's not one of those she-cats that gets all gooey whenever a tom shows up, and starts to rub up on him and whatever as soon as he starts talking to her. She can even be considered one of the guys -- Dusk doesn't mind just talking instead of acting all "seductive" with a tom, and doesn't mind going out hunting or sharing tongues without it being considered a relationship. In a nutshell, she's pretty laid-back about everything.
Of course, that doesn't mean she doesn't like to flirt once in a while. Sometimes Dusk gets playful just to see what the reaction will be. Aside from that, she focuses more on surviving than anything else. Dusk enjoys the thrill of waking up each day and not knowing what awaits her. Unlike her controlled Clan life, she now has an option to be free and live her life as she truly should. So Dusk enjoys being a loner more than she did a medicine cat apprentice. Except now she can't use her herb knowledge which has been packed into her brain. So she just goes around as sort of a medic for herself and other loners. She's not afraid to approach a stranger and strike up a conversation or treat their wounds without saying a word.
An annoying quality about her is that she tries to discern the meaning behind your words. From years of medicine cat experience Dusk knows that just because a cat says something, it doesn't have to mean it's true. But this has made her overly cautious. So when a cat says A and means A, she'll think you mean B, C, or D. Another flaw is that she speaks her mind, and sometimes without thinking. This has result in her: a.) pissing off cats, b.) making enemies, and c.) looking really stupid if she said something that didn't make sense out loud. Sometimes she just bursts out with the first thing that pops into her head.
So Dusk is primarily a good candidate to hang out with. She's not overly concerned about the people around her and is level-headed even in the most trying of situations. Sure, she has a temper, but it doesn't explode as often as it used to. Once it does, though, all I can say is watch out. But Dusk focuses on making more friends than enemies. After all, when you're a loner, friends means a place to stay if your place is gone, and something to eat if there's no food around for you. And when you're a loner, enemies means you're likely to get hurt or killed pretty soon since you're on your own.
history;;
A rainstorm raged in the middle of the night when Duskkit, Hollykit and Blackkit were born. Their mother, Fernfrond, was as wet as one could be as if she herself had been out in the storm; they huddled together for warm instead of curling next to her sodden pelt. The kittens' cries of hunger turned into contended purrs as their mother warmed them up with her vigorous licks. The other queens crowded around the new litter to admire the little cats. It was hard to tell the color of their fur because they were newborn, but already the hues were showing through. The tom was a smoky gold color with a single black stripe running down his back. The larger she-cat was a dark gold tabby with two white paws. The smaller she-cat was a gold tabby with many white markings.
"What are their names, Fernfrond?" asked a fellow young queen excitedly. Fernfrond smiled at the little things. Her face seemed to glow with pride, yet it masked an underlying sadness. She was genuinely happy that her kits had been born but still troubled by an earlier event. "I... um..." preoccupied, she said the first things that came to her mind. "The tom is Blackkit, because of his stripe. The large she-cat is Hollykit. The small she-cat is Duskkit." Nobody asked who the father was. Good, Fernfrond thought. That would save her much trouble.
*****
Fernfrond, Dusk's mother, was the mirror image of Dusk: beautiful, feisty, petite. She was significantly immature, having never really matured from her hotheaded apprentice days. Fernfrond was a lot to handle and very flamboyant. She prided herself on her looks as well as her difficult personality, and was a very loyal ThunderClanner. So who would've thought that she'd fall in love with an enemy Clan tom?
It happened when a badger cornered a patrol she was on; they had backed up onto RiverClan's border, and a tom swooped in to help them. With his help they defeated the badger and sent it yowling away. She fell in love with him right there and then, not even knowing his name. All she knew was that he was handsome, gruff, and had warned her to keep off of RiverClan territory. At a Gathering she got acquainted with him and soon they started up a relationship.
It wasn't long before Fernfrond became pregnant. Thornfang was every bit the loving, supportive father -- well, as much as one from another Clan could be. Nobody had found out about their affair, and nobody would. On a night that she was heavily pregnant, Fernfrond set out to meet with him one last time. There, she told him that they could not continue. Heartbroken, both of them retreated to their respective camps -- this time, for good. On the way back, it began to pour, and Fernfrond felt her labor pains as soon as she set foot in camp.
*****
Duskkit was an intrepid little kitten, always the main firebrand of the group, the trouble-starter. She took after her airheaded mother, while her siblings were as even-tempered as her father. Duskkit was often considered the most beautiful of her litter; Hollykit was always resentful because of that. Duskkit often thought her sister was annoying and wished her away. On one cold, leaf-bare day, she got her wish: Hollykit disappeared. Duskkit was devastated but, being a bouncy little kit, quickly recovered and has almost forgotten about it now. Nobody ever found out that Hollykit had been snatched against her will and forced to live in a Twoleg home, until she grew adjusted to the kittypet lifestyle and is now living a happy, healthy kittypet life.
Despite her rambunctious attitude, Duskkit had always felt a certain spiritual connection that she wasn't sure the other kittens possessed. She was very close to StarClan and would often go out hunting for leaves or berries; she wasn't sure of the use, but the kit felt it was important. The medicine cat, Birdflight, had been watching Duskkit closely. After much speculation, Duskkit was named as the medicine cat apprentice a few days after she turned six moons. Overjoyed, the young apprentice's perpetual energy was soon put to good work at curing cats and remembering herbs.
She was quite a gifted little she-cat, able to pick up on things quickly and remember things for a long, long time. Often Duskpaw was given jobs that Birdflight couldn't do because she was too busy with other patients. Duskpaw enjoyed her apprenticeship and the special rank in her Clan. Of course, she did have her awkward moments... for instance, crossing the RiverClan border with no excuse other than "I can if I want to." And flirting with a RiverClan tom before heading back to camp. And apparently a ton of cats had been watching. Another downside was her rivalry with Forestpaw, another ThunderClan apprentice. For some reason the two-cats simply loathed each other and loved to push each other's buttons.
Another significant moment in history was the dreaded ThunderClan fire, where Duskpaw and Willowpaw (as well as the rest of the Clan) worked tirelessly to help get everyone out of camp. Along the way, Duskpaw rescued Peachkit, a young kitten who appeared to have amnesia. Peachkit didn't know where she'd come from or how she'd gotten there, and clung to Duskpaw like a mother. After Birdflight vanished, Duskpaw was glad to have a friend, although she often called Peachkit annoying.
After moons of training and with the medicine cat stepping down, Duskpaw waited eagerly to be awarded her promised position. But there was a change; the leader picked a new medicine cat and medicine cat apprentice instead. Destroyed, Duskpaw ran away in the heat of anger. She went through several phases of emotions in the following moons before managing to come to terms with the fact that all those moons of training, of waiting, of hoping had been a waste. Resolved never to return to Clan life again, she changed her name to Dusk and now lives as a loner. Dusk used to enjoy causing ThunderClan harm, and was a rogue of sorts, but now has become rather uncaring about Clan life. She is fine with them as long as they let her live in the loner territory unbothered. Although Dusk dislikes ThunderClan still -- and anyone from that Clan, as a matter of fact -- she has matured to the point of apathy, and has become a real loner.
IC;;
The ambient lighting filtered in through the thick canopy of trees that lay overhead. A soft, almost ghostly atmosphere was maintained due to the surrounding state of dawn. Early morning mist threaded through the dense undergrowth of forest, encompassing all in its path. They seemed to reach out and grasp the lone, barely visible silhouette that plowed through the woods. The shrill call of a morning dove drove a knife through the calm air, and at once the mist dissipated as the sun ascended into the sky. The forest still contained within it a damp, almost foreboding feeling, but Dusk didn't let that bother her. This was familiar ground.
Her paws traveled easily over the soft mossy floor and occasional patches of dirt that lay hidden within the deep layers of snow. This was the first time the sun had come out in many days, and she was going to enjoy it. Already the snow seemed to have started to melt. Despite the day being chilly beyond belief, she felt almost warm because of her thick winter coat and increased her pace. The sooner she got to where she was going, the better, because then she could return to her cozy den and sleep a while.
Something had been nagging at her ever since she had left ThunderClan at twenty-six moons of age. Four moons later she was still curious to see how life continued on. The cats probably didn't even remember her now; but still, this was her birth Clan and she felt a certain calling. Besides, her mother and brother were still there. At last Dusk reached her destination: a hedge overlooking the camp. She planted her paws firmly into the snow and watched.
She was right. Life hadn't changed for them. Cats came and went just like seasons to the Clans; they probably thought she had died or something. Feeling a bit dejected, Dusk turned to leave. What had she expected? A welcome back party? She wasn't actually coming back, though. Just checking up once in a while. The first few moons after she had left, Dusk had plotted revenge. After a while her feelings of vengeance sputtered and died, since she focused her vigor on surviving instead. Besides, being a loner was... kinda nice, actually. Without all the crowds and everything. And, although she wanted to convince herself it wasn't true, her feelings for ThunderClan were fading away and would soon disappear. She would become like every other loner: apathetic about Clan life. So maybe this was a blessing. Dusk walked away with a spring in her step. Now that she could finally forget about Clan life, she could start over again. After all the she-cat was only thirty moons. She still had her whole life ahead of her.
family;;
Immediate Family
Father: Thornfang (RC warrior)
Mother: Fernfrond (TC warrior)
Siblings:
•Hollykit (female) (kittypet)
•Blackstripe (male) (TC warrior)
Extended Family
Uncle: Ravenpelt (TC warrior)
Aunt: Willowstep (TC warrior)
Cousins:
•Taro (male) (loner)
•Patchtail (male) (TC warrior)
•Redstripe (female) (deceased)
password;; ANTEDILUVIAN
other;; Dusk has changed and aged :3 Also, this site is seriously in need of tomcats. I shall create some after I'm done with this girlie
