[ TGB ] Bonny

Bonny

Evrielle at birth, though always prefered Bunny in practice

3 full season cycles

Female

Abyssinian x Traditional Javanese

♦ Blue beaded bracelet on right Ankle

♦ Lightning bolt necklace made out of Yellow Topaz

Orange-Light Fire Tribe healer

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|  Sickly-Sweet   /    Effusive   /   Soothing   /   Indecisive  
Quick   /   Perfectionist   /   |

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Sickly-Sweet
"Affable to the point of being laughable"
Always rushing to help even at the cost of her wellbeing, her own life. But it’s not natural how kind she is. Many will have their ideals to adhere to as they go through the motions of right and wrong, finding the middle of those two; or simply everything encompassing an assessment that those choices are narrow to the point of absurdity.
After her parents died, she didn’t know exactly how to take it. The very inkling of sadness of another is taken as a reminder. I don’t even think she knows how to stop. She loves to make everyone happy, but that's nearly impossible to achieve. She's just too attached to her 'perfect' reputation to ruin it by becoming consumed in spite or wrath. She actually tends to befriend choleric or even arrogant cats; given they’re willing. Acts of inconsideration definitely spark her curiosity. Often, it actually arise singular care in Bonny for such cats possessing quick-tempered and or simply unapproachable attitudes. They, on the other paw, are quite probably vexed by her anyway. Despite this obvious clash of (outwardly displayed) personalities, Bonny's intrinsic missive is to heal whatever-or-whoever appears in need of it.



Soothing
Her voice is sweet and calming like due drops in the morning, and her words are so gentle as they flow carefully off her tongue. If you have a conversation with her, you might
She truly brims at the opportunity to sing, and a local lullaby sung to her during kit-hood made a return when she witnessed a passerby die only within a 100 yards of her home.
She'd heard the fallout and connected her way to the victim; her sight nearly faded with the increasing thrum of her distressed heart.
As her vision settled on the scene, she realized she did not know the cat that lie there after all. It did not matter, and her aura did not ease with relief of any kind.
A few leaps toward and two painfully long scans from hampered ear to mangled tail- aware of the blood with a flow for vengeance, this stranger's eyes made a slow switch over to Bonny. A pain that cannot be subverted and a loss of energy allowing for a voice to tell. An internal disquiet that Bonny couldn't remedy. She dipped her head as her voice came to quietly sing. 

^{[ Bonny's slightly altered version of the old tune from her kit-hood ]} 
Hush now, quiet now
You are safe and sound
Lie your sleepy head
Don’t fuss, don’t fret
It’s not your time yet

Hush now, quiet now
You are safe and sound
Don’t hurry, not any worry
As tomorrow the sun will rise
To wake your sleepy eyes

Hush now, quiet now
Tomorrow the sun will rise
Don’t forget, please just remember
It’s okay to not stick around
You are no longer bound.

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It confuses her to see several cats resolutely willing to throw their precious body into something so virtually unwinnable; war. To attain land... the benefactors perhaps only requisitioning a win in tandem goal that emanated from the front lines of pride.
Yet even as this perception confuses her very much, she respects her Tribe. As such, every decision they ask of her is intended to be made with imbuing loyalty.
She has acquiesced that if she were in a different body, opportunity may have evoked entirely new openness toward retaliation.
To think about her herb stained claws, and grassy smelling pelt, suddenly change to clumps of skin that reek of death glued to her soft paws, and matted, dark red fur, replacing what used to be her sleek, sandy colored coat.
She could never have the willpower to take a cat's life under her paws.

Indecisive

She can't usually finish a thought, or make up her mind. She can linger for hours in her herb store, just thinking about things, taking in the sweet and tangy scent of herbs as a relaxant. Even if she's talking to someone, in the middle of a conversation, she may stop to finish a thought. It is fairly

normal to her to zone out and wonder if she's making the right decision in doing whatever she was on her way to do. She can't explain why this happens to her so often. But she doesn't mind it too much, considering it's not so much of a burden. Although it doesn't help when she's nervous about

making a life or death type decision and she can't make up her mind. It could be a passing phase, and she's just reluctant about having so much responsibility. Hopefully.

Smart

Quite the clever one. She knows her way around things and is very witty. Certainly, she's not one to be looked over when it comes to her brain. It's funny to her how many think she's some air-head that frolics around in a meadow 24/7.
She is so much more useful than that. Sure, she may seem like the typical kind little miss sunshine, but she most definitely isn't an 'air-head'. She has a very good memory as well. Don't put it past her to test her memory to the best of it's ability.
She is very bright despite her stupid actions. A cat as smart as her should know that you don't have to be perfect in order for everyone to except you. A cat even smarter than her would know that it doesn't matter if everyone excepts you, as long as you're happy with yourself. But she doesn't

think about those valid viewpoints, and she doesn't really think logically about the matter. Some circuit in her brain must have snapped in half in order for her to be so emotionally distressed that causes her to have a paranormal fetish to be some example of 'perfection'.

As a sweetly hopeful, perpetually misguided cat, must be terrible living as a parade of something you’re not; somehow believing you can still strive to love and care. About everything. In part she doesn’t want to let anyone know what’s going on out of fear it’d destroy the chance they’d ever accept her. Whether that’s true or likely not, she has never told anyone about what really goes through her head, and doesn’t plan on it. It’s more comfortable that way, and if she did confide these heartfelt insights, who’s to say surely it’s all possible to be overcome? To take that chance?
To tell her she doesn’t need to be a shell while striving for her tribe mates to ever come to care for her. Somewhere, that’s all she wants. Unfortunately her frustration causes her to want perfection even more. It’s sad Bonny won’t just tell someone y’know,  how she really thinks about that one event bothering her. Or how her taste buds really feel about rat pie…


Perfectionist

Most after meeting her don‘t imagine right away that core parts making up the cat she really is stem from insecurity of inability. She covers that up. Tactfully or not, she performs.
Bonny is set on being flawless in spirit. She tries to portray someone that never quits or is generally unsupportive. Always making personal attempts for utter engagement in many activities. How can she be perfect if she can't successfully manage to help everyone?
This pushes her to do more. There's only room for improvement, right? Shouuuuld let it flux and flow as it will especially being she is terrified to.

Clingy
She tends to cling to anyone that get’s close to her.
She might not mean too, but she becomes too close to a cat without even knowing them for long. She trusts everyone like they’re innocent and would never betray her. But in the end, it may not turn out like it seems. She has some twisted thought in her mind that everyone around her is just

going to die and leave her all alone. So it may in turn, seem a little freaky how clingy she can get. And in the end, if she get’s hurt, she just tries to act like nothing happened and put on a smile. I don't know where all the sadness goes, if she doesn't let it all out at least once in a while. To hold it in,

must be incredibly painful. In more ways than one.
She must be pretty lonely to have a need to cling on to everyone dear to her. She probably doesn't want them to leave her. She's scared that they will, if, if she's not good enough for them. That if she has one flaw, they won't love her anymore...


Breif Backstory

Her beginning…Oh, it was most definitely not an easy one…

It started with a war. A war among the Tribes that would eventually bring a great amount of grief and betrayal. A war that sent away their own tribe-mates who refused to fight…


Bonny’s parents had been mere kits when they were taken from their home. Earth-Tribe, the place of their birth, had exiled them for their own safety. At least, that’s what they were told.

Her mother, Dove. At the time had only been a kit. A small, white little she-cat with the lightest grey/ blue eyes. Her father, Levi, had just been made an apprentice. A tall, dusty orange tom with deep green eyes.


Dove’s parents were natural fighters, and decided to stay in Earth-Tribe and fight this war. They handed Dove off to her aunt, and promised to never forget her. Dove’s aunt, Kalahari, refused to forgive her sister for her selfish actions. To leave her only kit, Sweet little Dove, not even a moon old

yet, and stay behind to fight a war that had no right, no justice, to be happening. Kalahari couldn’t even face her sister that she had loved with all her heart, that she had such a close bond with, and say goodbye. The last thing that Dove saw of her mother, was her pathetic sigh she made as she

watched her daughter being carried off to start a new life. Without her. It’s a good thing she was only a kit, and didn’t have to bear the horrible memories of this tribulation, that some of her other exiled Tribe-mates would have to live with for the rest of their life.

As for her father. His parents were much different. They were kinder, and could never abandon their two sons, Levi, and Leven. They decided to go with the exiled, and live their life in peace as they would watch their sons grow up. His mother was called Numi, and his father was called Seren,

They were a small dusky brown couple. Which is strange as to how they made two very tall, fire orange toms. But, they loved them both nonetheless. It was hard to say goodbye to the life they had grown so close to. And they were outraged at being driven out by the war. As time passed, they

accepted it more, and forgave the Tribes. Which is surprising, as most of the exiled were angry at their Birth tribes for abandoning them in the darkest hour. But Numi, and Seren were so kind-hearted, and thought differently about life. They were bright. Something the exiled cats’ would need if

they ever wanted to live a happy life again…

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[ Exiles make it to the new territory ]

A new life, a new beginning, a fresh start, awaited as the exiles set paw on what would be their new home. A few outbursts of crying erupted, and some cats looked up at the sky saying some sort of thanks’ or praise. Everything looked strange to Dove. She hadn’t gotten used to her eyesight yet,

and her stubby legs kept buckling under her scrawny body. Kalahari had carried her the whole way, and she hadn’t gotten used to walking for herself yet. She curled her long, fluffy tail over her snow white paws as she breathed in the air. It smelt yucky. Not like the sweet smell of Kalahari’s warm

breath as she lugged Dove all the way to their ’new home’ with several strange cats. She trailed away from the group and headed towards a clump of rocks. As she made her way to them, she spotted a perfect enclosure of grass that seemed to be getting the most sun. Stepping over a few branches,

she stepped onto the warm patch and sprawled onto her belly. She closed her eyes and basked in the sun for a moment. Enjoying the warmth, she didn’t notice the light paw steps coming from behind her. A shadow loomed over her head and cut her off from the warm rays of sunshine. Her

mouth opened in protest, “Hey!”
She opened her eyes slightly to see a tall, dusty orange tom with shimmering green eyes blocking her view.
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   Levi looked at his parents with expectant eyes. His mother nudged him, dutifully
smoothed the spiky fur between his ears. She looked at him lovingly and a salty, dry, tear rolled down from her amber eye onto his cheek. He backed away with anger and lashed his tail as a retort. Scraping the earth with his sharp claws as he trudged through the terrain. He spotted a clearing

with a tall tree that had a hollow base. Clenching his teeth, he sprinted to it. As he paused at the mouth of the black, gaping hole in the tree, he collapsed and drove his head into his paws. As he flattened his ears, a strange noise forced them to perk back up in alarm. He lifted his head slightly to

see a strange animal peering down at him from above. It had wild eyes and a sharp, menacing beak. He hissed at it and backed up slowly, only to trip backwards on a stray tree root. He screeched in terror and stumbled to the nearest way out of the clearing. As he neared where the rest of the

exiles were camping, his heart slowed and he began to trod at a slow pace. He decided to just rest by a circle of rocks that were drenched with the warmth of the sun. As he settled down, he noticed a small, white figure appear at the bottom of the rock he was stationed at. It was a she-cat as far as

he could see. A kit by the looks of it, too. He decided to jump down and go to see if she was lost.
As he approached her, she turned on him opening her mouth, and mewed angrily. “Hey!”
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Dove glared at the tom and opened her mouth once again. “Can’t you see I’m trying to relax in the sun? Move!”
She stood her ground, ignoring how tall he was compared to her tiny size. He stood there, and started to speak, but his words were slurred. “I-I d-don’t, I-I’m s-sorry, I-I.”
Dove looked at him in confusion and then looked at the ground hoping she hadn’t yelled at one of those few kits that didn’t think right, that Kalahari had told her about. As it took him a while to respond, she just shook her head and said “Look, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. You can

lie next to me if you want.”
It didn’t seem to help, because he just started crying uncontrollably. Dove’s heart dropped. How could I have been so rude? Now I’ve made him cry! She smiled and started to pet his long forearm.
“Shhh, It’s okay. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Can you understand me?”
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He stood there, and didn’t say anything. Then she spat “Can’t you see I’m trying to relax in the sun? Move!”
He couldn’t speak. His words felt twisted in his mouth. And this is all her could get out to the glaring she-cat “I-I d-don’t, I-I’m s-sorry, I-I.”
It must’ve startled her because she looked real embarrassed after he said that. He still couldn’t process anything for some reason. Her mouth moved again, making out the words “Look, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. You can lie next to me if you want.” Everything was blurred.
Then the tears started to come. It felt normal. He had cried so much lately…
The unthinkable happened. She started to comfort him. He still couldn’t think straight, but he thought she had said “Shhh, It’s okay. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Can you understand me?”
He looked at her with a grateful expression and his mind cleared. The tears kept coming, but he felt better that he had someone to talk to, about… what had happened.
“No no, it’s okay. You didn’t hurt me.” He stopped to get short breaths before he began to wail again.
“I-I, it’s my brother. He’s dead.”


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As the tom started wailing, she couldn’t bear it anymore.
She felt relieved when her assured her in a mumbling voice “No no, it’s okay. You didn’t hurt me.”
She comforted him more, but then he spoke in a clearer voice
“I-I, it’s my brother. He’s dead.”
Mixed emotions entered through Dove’s mind. She felt sad and, confused. She had heard a few cats talking about a male kitten that had died from poisoning. They had said it was some type of plant he had ate. They were about to say the name of the plant, and got out the first word, ‘ Penny ’, until Kalahari pulled her away and scolded her for listening to other’s conversations without permission. She was about to ask this tom if his brother had died from poisoning, but as she looked into his beautiful green eyes, tears had been forming and he looked as if he hadn’t slept in days. She decided to back off from that and asked a simpler question.
“I’m so sorry to hear. But I bet he’s in a better place now, looking at his brother, and thinking about how proud he is. My name is Dove. What’s your’s?”
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The she-cat seemed to be lost in thought. He waited silently for her to respond. And then
“I’m so sorry to hear. But I bet he’s in a better place now, looking at his brother, and thinking about how proud he is. My name is Dove. What’s your’s?”
His muscles tensed up, and he didn’t know how to respond. Surprisingly, he felt his mouth curve into an awkward half-smile. The first time he’d even felt joy since Leven had died.
“Thank you, Dove. I hope that he is in a better place. My name is Levi. Say, would you want to be my friend?”
That same awkward smile crept up onto his face, but it formed into a real smile when he heard her say
“Well, Levi, I’d be more than happy to be your friend.”
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After that day, a friendship did in fact, form. But this friendship was different. Something more came from it.
And that happened to be, Bonny.
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Congratulations rippled through the group of former Earth-Tribers. They were all congratulating Dove, on becoming a mother. It had been a long, and restless birth, but it was worth it. They had decided to call her, Bonny. It wasn’t Dove or Levi that had picked that name, it was actually a little black kit named Sparrow. He had said that Bonny looked like a bunny with the fluffy tail and adorable green eyes but he stuttered and accidentally said “Bonny“. And the name stuck.

It was a sad day for some, though. Kalahari hadn’t been there to watch the birthing. She had passed away last winter. It was tragic for several of the older exiles, since they had know her for a long while. As for Levi’s parents, well, his mother had died not to long after the exiles settled into the territory so long ago. She was killed by a fox, and it was her death that had established the predator-rule. It states that you are not allowed to venture out into unknown territory without a partner. It has worked well ever since, and no lives have been lost to that type of tragedy. His father has been more fortunate, and now lives among the elder exiles in a life of peace and tranquility. He made it to the birth and cried throughout it all, asking if Dove was all right. Such a sweet old tom he became. He had even found a new mate, one of Kalahari’s old friends. Her name is Lelani. She makes him happy, and they seem to love each other.
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[ A couple months go by ]

Bonny had been out hunting for the first time with her mother and her mother‘s friend, Nela. Her mother was in the middle of teaching her how to hunt, when Nela plopped a blackbird onto Bonny’s paws, making her jump. Her heart stopped as she looked at the lifeless bird. It’s eyes were still frozen in shock from Nela’s claw marks that were scarred across it’s neck. Nela’s paws and muzzle were spotted with blood. Her once pretty golden dappled coat was ruffled and bloody. Bonny ducked down in fright and accidentally hit her head on a rock, causing her to black out.
Her eyes opened lazily and she caught a glimpse of her parents sleeping on a nest right next to her. She could feel the pressure of some sort of bandage wrapped around her head that smelt like a strange type of grass. Her head was propped up by a fuzzy material. Feathers.
Where am I? She weakly sat upright and looked around. Only the sound of crickets chirping and the sight of bright stars spread out across the night sky were awake to greet her. She sighed, and then jumped at the sound of a small voice. She turned to see a relatively tiny black and white cat with aqua blue eyes, staring at her through a crack in the cave wall. “Good morning, I didn’t mean to wake you. I’m just an early bird and the herbs could use a good sorting. You can go back to sleep if you’d like, don’t mind me.”
From what she could tell, she thought it was a tom.
“Oh, err. Um, that’s alright, but what am I doing here exactly?” Bonny felt awkward not knowing where she was and having a strange cat talk to her as if they had known her for so long.
“Oh, right! Well, since you don’t remember, I’d be happy to tell you! You were out hunting with your mother, and something must’ve frightened you considering the way you dived into a rock jutting out of the ground. You were knocked out cold and that’s when you were brought to me! I had to fix you up and err, you’re actually supposed to be resting now, my dear. My names Raven, by the way.”
Something about this tom made Bonny’s heart ache. He seemed lonely. And a little too eager to talk to Bonny, well, eager to talk to anyone for that matter. She decided to accompany him. “Oh. Yeah. Hunting isn’t very fun for me. I don’t think I want to ever go back. Raven, is it, well Raven, would you like some help sorting your herbs? I could use some fresh air, and you seem nice. I’d like to get to know you better. Plus, I’ve had plenty of sleep, thank you.” She smiled. He looked at her for a second, and it seemed like he was wondering if she was serious or not. As she continued smiling, his blue eyes brightened and you could tell he was jumping up and down inside because someone actually wanted to spend time with him.
“Well, I suppose. But we mustn’t be loud, your parents are sleeping…”
As she helped the elderly tom, she felt something special.
Something that would change her life for ever.
“Hey, Raven, can I be your apprentice?”
He smiled.
“I knew you were different. Ever since you told me about your distaste for hunting. I would love to have you as my apprentice.”
Bonny felt her heart soar with utter joy. Only a few hours it took, for her to realize that she was meant to be a healer.
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Bonny was on her way back from training with Raven, as she had been doing ever since that one night. She learned more and more everyday and it was such a lovely experience. As she neared her home, several cats crowded into the clearing. Weaving among them, they recognized her and looked through her, not at her, through her, with teary eyes and blood drained faces. Her heart quickened. What is wrong with everyone? Why do they look so sad? She began to run.
As she broke out of the throng of cats, she saw what they were staring at. She now understood why they wouldn’t look directly at her.
Her mother lay limp, on the ground. With the same look the blackbird had.

Her mother was dead.

A wail sounded in her throat. But it was cut off by a strange moaning noise. She stood there silently. Oh so silently. She saw her father running, shouting something, but she couldn’t catch it. She couldn’t hear anything. It was all silent. But the silence was screaming something in her ear that drowned out all the sound. Everything fastened to a blur. She felt her legs stiffen, and an unnatural numbness crept into her heart.
She collapsed. And a she fell into a sweet slumber that took away the pain.

She woke up in the healers cave. But this time, her parents weren’t peacefully sleeping in the nest next to her.
She was alone. Not even crickets, or bright stars were there to soothe her. She closed her eyes again, only to be prodded by a paw. Raven.
She turned to look at her mentor.
No tears erupted. She just looked at him. And put on a smile. “Hi.”
“Hi.” He responded.
“I have some bad news, Bonny. Your fathers dead. He poisoned himself last night with PennyRoyal. I’m so sorry.”
Pennyroyal. The word seems familiar. Had she learned it in her training with Raven? No.
She knew it wasn’t her that knew this word. Whoever wanted to know what it was, I hope their happy now.
She mumbled something. “Leven“
Raven frowned.
“How do you know him? How did you know-”
Bonny cut him off. “Know what?” And she smiled.
“Never mind. Come on, it’s sunset. Let’s go watch.”
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Raven led Bonny over to the heart of the camp. Settling down on a slanted rock just big enough for two.
She sat in her place next to Raven.
As they watched the sun go down, she counted.
“1...2...thre-”



“Everyone! Everyone, we can return home! The war is over! The war is over!
I am the new Silver-Air, and I am proud to say, it’s our time to come home…”

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Bonny and several of the other Exiles traveled back to the tribes with Aiolos, the new Silver-Air. Several stayed, including her old mentor, Raven. He said he could never adapt to Tribe life again, even if he tried. Bonny was sent to Fire-Tribe and she loves them with all her heart. But she hopes and prays that there will never be


another war again.

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Family:

Parents: Dove X Levi

Siblings: None

Uncle: Leven

Grandparents: Unknown / Numi X Seren

Great Aunt: Kalahari

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Mate: None Yet


Soulbound: None Yet


Skill:

| Herbal knowledge | Healing small wounds | Healing medium wounds | Concentrating gaze |

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Friendships:


Trust/ Loyalty

Crush/ Attraction

Love/ Mate

Friend/ Bestfriend

Acquaintance/ New friend

Uncertainty

Dead/ Missing

Hate/ Dislike/ Loathe

Family

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Fire Tribe

Moss
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I stumbled over this sweet little kit and she helped me gather herbs. I rather like her and hope to take her out to help me more often. She's slightly shy and a bit awkward around me, though. But after time she'll warm up to me. <3


Demitri
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My, she is so pretty and kind. I love how she doesn't try to be pretty, she is beautiful by nature. I was on the way to swim in Moonfish Lake, and I bumped into her. Man, that's probably the best time I ever bumped into anyone. I hope we become great friends through time. I would like that

Castail
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I met him at the lake while he was swimming, and I jumped in to greet him. I accidentally splashed him and I thought he would be angry with me, but he was nicer about then I thought. He seems like a sweet tom if you'd get to know him. He's rather handsome, too. But then again, who wouldn't admire the Yellow-Fire. I don't necessarily 'like' or have feelings for him, of course because I just met him. But he is pretty much the best looking tom I've met so far in the Tribes. I don't know, I'm not even really supposed to be looking for a mate, at the moment. Not that I'd want to be Castail's mate, and I really actually just hope we can become good friends over time. He seems quiet and I'd kind of like to see if he has a wild side that I could bring out if we became friends. I hope he at least likes, or respects me, as his healer, though. It's hard making friends with Tribe born cats because most of them are kind, but prefer to not associate themselves with the likes of the former 'Exiles'. I just hope Castail's different, and that he can move past the thought that I'm a former exile, but I love the Tribes and wish to do my best to uphold my responsibility within them. I don't want to just go around frolicking, and eating precious fresh kill. I want to make something of myself within these Tribes. And being a healer is one way to do it. I really hope Castail and the rest of my Tribe for that matter, respect and except me 100 percent, completely as one of their own. Well, anyways, I like Castail. He's simple and I respect his motives very much.


Adakias
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I met this tom at the lake. I noticed that he looked familiar, and he stated that he was a Smith in my Tribe. I tried to be friendly to him, but he came off as rude and fussy. I don't think I like him very much. He wouldn't even tell me his own name. Which is fine, but I'd assume since I might be healing a deadly injury on him at one point and time, he'd try to get a lot more friendly with me. Guess not. But, I most definitely don't hold grudges, and his rudeness wasn't really overwhelming, just a bit noticeable. Maybe he's uncertain about the Tribes and isn't quite ready to open up yet. Yes. I think that's it.




Shadow Tribe

Sullivan
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I'm not really sure what to think about this tom. He only briefly said 'hello' to me and my Tribe-mate at the lake. I don't know his name, nor do I know what Tribe he's from. His tattoo was a tad bit scary looking and it was jagged. It also spread across his mouth as he spoke, and it was actually entertaining to watch him speak.
He seemed strangely kind.
-shrugs-





Water Tribe





Earth Tribe

Caelin
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I met her in the Rabbit's Forest, and we didn't get off to a very good start. She probably killed me in her mind like 7 times. But I saw her while I was heading to the lake with Demi, god, I love Demi, and we made amends. She's actually fairly nice, and I hope we can resolve our conflict and learn to like each other. Only time will tell...

Rey
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Boulder. Yes. We met in Rabbits Forest, and I helped untangle him from a thorn bush. I-I, can honestly say, I’m very, fond of him. I mean, he’s erm, an Earth-Triber, but, I just, rather, kind of, heh, like…him? *blushes* I-I mean, he just makes my pelt go warm all over, and I can’t explain why. There was one point, when I was checking that he was okay, -giggles- Just me and my healer instincts and all, and our eyes met. The whole world seemed to stop. His eyes, they remind me of home. Eh, former home. It was so luscious and full of rich forests. I DO have Earth-Tribe blood, ya know. So, I think we kind of… had a connection. I hope I see him again, you know, just to see if he’s alright.



Air Tribe

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Strange smells wafted into Bonny’s scent glands. A wide expanse of tall, wild grass lay ten tail lengths in front of her. The sight made her whiskers quiver with wonder. What lies beyond that grass? Could there be rare herbs? She jumped with giddy and plummeted through the undergrowth. The ground was surprisingly soft under paw. It soothed the creases in the skin on her paw, and her claws felt like they were treading through water as she slid them out for only a few seconds; making sure not to wear them down. Her tail flowed through the wind like a kite on a partially windy day. In all this bliss, she didn’t notice that she had ran straight into a mass of wild flowers. They ever so quickly bounced back up right after she stepped off the patch, relieving their dainty stems of her heavy weight. A mixture of honey and pollen dappled her Sandy-White pelt, making her look bizarre as her fur started to shine like the golden color of honey. Her nose wiggled slightly, and then she quickly placed her paws on her muzzle, covering a sneeze that made her jump a bit. She shook her head, causing the access pollen particles to flow away with the wind. A big smile spread across her face as she saw a clump of Toadstools laying at the foot of beech tree not too much a distance from where she was standing. Her heart raced as she skipped over to the beech, her paws feeling the same sensation of soft grass that she had felt shortly before. Her paws thumped as she came to a halt right beside a root in the beech. She carefully stepped over it, and her eyes widened at how many toadstools there were! A softened purr escaped her throat and she plopped straight onto her back rolling around in the brightly red plants. A series of sporadic flashes of utter happiness enveloped her body. Strange childish purrs erupted and soon, loud giggles hushed them up. Her limbs sprawled all over the earthy ground, and her tail flicked slowly back and forth. A while of this unexplained outbreak of joy continued, until she felt so tried. Her giggles and purrs slowed to small grins and low rumbles in her throat. The once thrashing limbs, calmed and now were huddled tightly against her warm underbelly. Her head nuzzled into place with the rest of her body, and her tail curled up gently to shield her droopy eyes. A heartbeat.
Then she drifted off into the most peaceful state of sleep.

Her mind whirled with confusion as her eyes awakened to her strange surroundings. Then she saw the Toadstools, the same brightly color of red. Her body loosened up from the strange tense state it had been in for those few moments as she came to realization of where she was. Her rested body felt rejuvenated from all that tossing and rolling around in the dirt yesterday. Her long forearms stretched into position as she hauled her body upright. Her ears perked up for any sound of prey. None. She heard her belly growl unpleasantly and frowned. She decided to ease the pain by thinking about something else. She noticed the kinks and tufts of fur sticking up on her back from last night’s nap. Her pale, plump, pink tongue rolled out and she smoothened her fur to the sleek and shiny state it usually is in. The feeling of dry fur on her tongue brought on a thirst. She shook her back feet and wobbled slightly over to the tallest tree in the perimeter. Arching her back and raising her haunches, she leaped gracefully onto the first tree limb. She repeated this movement until she was at the highest branch; that could hold her weight anyway. And peered through the thick foliage. There wasn’t much, a few forests here and there, maybe a meadow or two. But, then a wide Valley caught the corner of her eye, and a river connected through it to the other side. A river! The sight brought momentary joy. It was so far away and would be quite a trek, but she was terribly thirsty, and maybe she would find some food on the way, too. Catching one last glance and remembering the way, she hopped down to the nearest limb, until she found her way to the bottom. It really surprised her that there wasn’t one single birds nest in that entire tree. She pushed the thought away, as there would be plenty of other trees with tons of prey.
She quickened her pace, trying to avoid the patch of Toadstools. She knew there was something wrong with them. They weren’t like regular toadstools. And they were a brighter, different hue of red than all the other Toadstools she’d seen in her line of work. It frightened her a bit how they made her laugh uncontrollably for hours, too. Luckily she managed to escape their grasp, and she began to walk towards the Valley she had seen up in the tree. The ground still attained that same soft feeling, so the journey shouldn’t be too hard. As she padded slowly through the woodland, a drizzle of water landed square on the tip of her nose. It tickled and she giggled a bit. But then a puzzled look crept onto her face. Rain? Rain. Rain! She looked up at the sky, but tree braches blocked her view and she could only see through the tiny cracks. Her paws picked up the pace and she frantically scurried around trying to get a glimpse of the sky. How could it be raining? The air is dry, and the last time I checked, the sun was shining. This place is strange. Very strange. A slow and steady pattern of rain began to fall and drench the ground with its clear/blue matter. Bonny’s body ached for some shelter. She circled the tree’s but couldn’t find anything. Her feet no longer felt light with energy, all her energy had drained, in fact. She fell apart at the base of an Oak. Her tail swished the muddy ground with agitation. Her heart sank. She was hungry, tired, and thirsty. Oh so thirsty. And the rain just made it worse. The rain- The Rain! She jumped up onto her achy paws and stuck her, what used to be bright pink, tongue out. The cold droplets soothed her dry, starchy throat.
Relieving. Replenishing.
Her eyes closed slightly as she stood there in the rain. Then she opened them once more. This time she caught a glimpse of a strange shadow looming behind a honeysuckle bush. Could it be a mouse? Maybe if I’m lucky, a family of mice was looking for shelter and I’ve caught them just in time. Her mind raced as she imagined the ever so yummy taste of mouse. Her mouth soon filled with a warm, salty liquid. Drool.
Without even knowing it, her body instinctively formed into a hunters crouch, her mouth slightly agape, and her tail stiff as she trailed it a few inches off the ground; making sure not to alert the prey, of course. Her light paw steps were unnoticeable against the loud pitter patter of rain, and her abnormally large ears acted as tiny radars. She crept closer, and closer. Closer, and-

Pounce.

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Other:


♦ She loves fire (No durr)


♦ She's EXTREMELY tall and slender


♦ Adores green eyes


♦ Favorite thing to do is watch the Sunset


♦ Falls in love with a Tom that is a very close friend


♦ Her tail is soft and bushy


♦ Loves the smell of Milkthistle


♦ Has big ole' Ears with black tips <3


♦ Her breath smells like mint [ Lawl, Whut ]

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