Damsel [wip]

Personality:

Honestly, Damsel is not yet done maturing, and it shows greatly by how she acts. The canine is not exactly immature, she just has all this pent-up energy bubbling inside of her. Sometimes, it could come out in short bursts throughout the day, but most of the time, it comes out all at the same time and she doesn't know what to do with it all of the time. But, that's not to say she can't have her chill moments, too. She's two years old, so that means she's almost full grown. You could almost describe her as a puppy trapped in a dog's body. While one second, she could be bouncing around talking a mile a minute, the next second, she's sitting, having a normal conversation with another animal.

That's something interesting about Damsel. Even though she's a loner, she's indifferent to the fued going on with the canines and felines. As of now, she would never give up her loner title, but if she had to join anything, she would join the Iris Clan. Even then though, she doesn't want the two animals to unite. Damsel feels that everybody can live in peace, and that they don't need to be in a pride, pack or clan. Of course, Damsel doesn't care if an animal is part of one of those, though. Honestly, she's a very sociable canine. Big, mall, canine, feline, she'll be friends with anybody. Although, she doesn't really believe in cross-species relationships. Of course, she would never discriminate against animals in love. She'll support them one hundred pervent, and might even think the relationship is cute. Damsel herself would just never allow herself to fall in love with a feline.

You can honestly say that Damsel is the most giving canine you will ever meet. She will go without in order to let others have something. It could be the only thing she caught that day, but she sees an animal as equally as starving as her, and she'll give it all to them. But, this isn't always a good thing. Well, for her, that is. Damsel is the type of canine to let others walk all over her. She honestly doesn't even realize what's going on. She just thinks that if she doesn't do nice things for others, they'll dislike her, and she can't stand to be disliked. She's very sensitive about that. Honestly, Damsel feels there is no reason for anybody to dislike her. This isn't a good thing about her, because she gets very offended because of it. Actually, Damsel gets easily offended about anything quickly.

Appearance:

Damsel is a mixture of three different breeds. Her mother, a Siberian Husky and American Eskimo, was considered a designer breed, which pretty much means both of her parents were purebred. Her father was a full-blooded Pitbull. All three of these breeds gave Damsel certain attributes, making her a very unique looking dog. The first thing most others notice about her is her eyes. They're as bright as her Siberian ancestors, but what's odd about them is the fact her fur color doesn't seem to match it at all. Her fur is a mixture of colors, actually. Mainly, it's a reddish brown color, but the underneath of her tail is white with a black tip. Her two front legs are completely white, too, while most of her muzzle and maw is black. Though, the top of her nose is completely white. Her ears are also black.

Another slightly interesting attribute her ancestors gave her would be her curled tail. Instead of coming out and brushing the ground, as soon as it comes out of the base of her spine, it curls. It doesn't touch her back, though. It comes out, curls, and then points directly behind her. Damsel is also not as big as most would think she is. She's not quite done growing yet, but she's still only fifteen inches tall. Thankfully, she inherits muscle from the Pitbull part of her, and she weighs a good forty pounds. Although, you can't really see her muscles all that much. Her red brown fur is very thick and lush, and covers most of everything about her. It's good for the winter, though, and protects her flesh somewhat from vicious claws.

History: 150 words at least

Season born: Spring.


RP Sample:

It had been a long day for Speckledfoot. Gathering patrols as soon as he had emerged from his den, going on the dawn patrol, and even going on a few hunting patrols to help restock the fresh-kill pile were only just some of what the large ThunderClan tom had done that day. He knew that tonight was a gathering, and being that he was the deputy, he would be chosen to go, but he just couldn't help but want to help out in his clan. Speckledfoot had only just recently become the ThunderClan deputy, and he wanted to prove to every cat that he rightfully deserved what had been awarded to him.

There wasn't much to report of the day's events to Pinestar, and Speckledfoot knew that his leader was out in the forest. The sun was close to setting, and the tom knew that his leader would be back any second, announcing the approaching gathering. Taking his only chance to scour the fresh-kill pile that day, he dug out a decent sized mouse, taking it to the edge of the clearing and eating it in famished gulps. About the time he had finished up, he looked up, hearing somecat coming through the gorse tunnel. Taking a deep breath, he recognized his leader's scent and jumped up to his paws, grooming himself quickly.

When Pinestar jumped up on top of the high rock and said the famous words, "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather below the High Rock for a Clan meeting," Speckledfoot immediately padded to just below the High Rock, looking up at his leader before settling down at the base of the large rock, looking out over the clan that would be his one day. When Pinestar acknowledged him, the tom nodded his head and watched to see who else was going to be at the gathering. Of course Speckledfoot approved of his leader's decision. It made ThunderClan look strong, but it still left the clan with well trained warriors back at the camp.

When they were readying to leave the camp, Speckledfoot felt a cat brush up against him and murmur to him, "Stay in the back. Make sure no one gets left behind." Speckledfoot nodded to his leader, and following his orders, stayed behind the patrol as they sauntered to where the gathering would be held. The tom couldn't help but admire Pinestar as he led the patrol, looking so sure of himself. Speckledfoot knew that his leader always second-guessed himself, and he tried his best to always help his leader out when he started to doubt himself, but it was difficult at times. To see his leader like this, it warmed his heart. It showed that, eventually, his leader would finally accept himself as leader, and wouldn't need to look at any other cat for helping him with his decisions.

When Pinestar said, "I do not want to hear a single cat speaking ill of ThunderClan. We are strong, and we are doing well," Speckledfoot made a sound of agreement. He dared any other clan to say that ThunderClan wasn't strong. Gathering or not, the tom wasn't scared to shred a cat's ear if they challenged him or his clan.

Finally they were able to go down into the clearing. He only smelled RiverClan and ShadowClan but knew WindClan would be on their way shortly. Weaving through the cats, he nodded in certain cat's direction, murmuring a few short, 'Hello's here and there. Going to the base of the boulder, Speckledfoot positioned himself to where he was looking out over three of the four clans. He felt like this was going to be a good gathering.

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