Haresprig // Rouge {wip}

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Haresprig
she-cat, 13 moons, rouge, rouge

appearance
Tiny mottled white she-cat with brown tabby patches and blue eyes.

reason for name
Hare; red-brown coloring. Sprig; Small size.

personality
Sick. Depressive. Withdrawn.
Bad days are not the norm, but they will be. On bad days Haresprig can hardly move and it takes Herculean effort to even open those brilliant blue eyes. She loathes these times, as any sane creature would, and looks at them with dejection and terror. No one wants to admit that their vulnerable, and Haresprig is far to aware of just how weak she is. Thanks to this the warrior has a tendency towards depression. When she is alone without prying eyes Haresprig takes to moping and feeling sorry for herself. She has the right after all; what with this death sentence hanging over her ears. Thanks to these two traits Haresprig is extremely withdrawn around others. Though she flings out a violent if not somewhat crazed mask, she has no ability to share her emotions and more often then not becomes bitterly silent when questioned.

Rash. Reckless. Fearless.
Haresprig lives for the rush. What else does she have left to live for? The little warrior is oh so tired of feeling sorry for herself and so she rushes about in a mad dash to do as much as physically possible before the inevitable. She just wants to be remembered; in any way possible. Thanks to this Haresprig tends to make sudden jumps and never allows herself to think anything through. This rashness will be the death of her, but then that's the point. She'd much rather die in battle then in a hole somewhere withering in pain. Haresprig has become reckless and mildly crazed about this. Taking to raiding clan territories, it doesn't matter which one, the tiny thing is just hoping to be caught. In this way she is indeed fearless. The only thing Haresprig fears is her illness and that damnable cluster of disease growing upon her stomach.

Scared. Violent. Demanding.


Harsh. Defensive. Secretive.

Crude. Sarcastic. Caustic.

history
Born as Harekit, the little girl was always destined for the gray in-between. As a kit the little ruddy cat was aware of nothing; childish as the rest. independent and charismatic she made it a daily venture to suck her den mates into some game or another. It wasn't until her apprentice days that problems began to arise. It was then that the small feline's destiny became apparent and devastating. Harepaw found herself settled with her mentor Gorseclaw, young and bright and learning. It was already well known that the mottled she-cat's father, a larger tom by the name of Voletooth, was ill. None of the clan had precieved just how much so, however. When Harepaw was nine moons old the tom passed to starclan thanks to a lump in his stomach.

It was a hard blow to the small family, and to clan alike. Harepaw's mother took it badly, and became extremely involved in both Harepaw and her brother Fleckpaw's lives. Involved meaning obsessive. Brought to a high level of anxiety by this Harepaw trained that much harder. It took moons of constant work and innumerable run ins with a very attached queen before Harepaw finally took on the suffix that would set her apart from her mother. Haresprig stood proudly even upon her slender legs upon gaining her warrior name, and she lived happily within the warriors den, despite finding that she did have to continue to deal with her mother's ministrations.

It was around this time that Haresprig found the small lump on her abdomen, and everything fell into splinters. Scared and knowing full well what it meant the tiny she-cat hid it as best she could. Mother couldn't find out. She couldn't. But it was her fault. Haresprig got it into her mind that Mother and Voletooth did this to her, as they had. Cancer is hereditary. It was in this panic and terror that the petite girl attacked her mother. The truth was not found out, even when Haresprig was placed before her leader for questioning. The she-cat escaped the medicine cat's den the next day and left. Too full of useless anger and fear to live amongst those that she blamed the young warrior slunk away to become a rouge. Many a night found her raiding clan territories and at some point she supposes she may be caught or killed.

All the better.

sample
Look at Flightstar's audition!

other
She will die around the age of 3 so... 30-36 moons at the latest.

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