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Russetstar ~ Twilightclan Leader (T'is Gracie) XD
« Thread Started on May 5, 2005, 7:37pm »

Name: Russetstar
Clan: Twilightclan
Rank: Leader
Breed: To be believed, shephard + collie

Description: Russetstar is a rather large dog, and is believed to be a shephard and collie mix. The only white on her body is on her right forepaw. Otherwise, her fur has different values of browns, from nearly black to a rich brown color that seems to have a twinge of copper in it. The black shades upon her fur range from a coal black to a near-midnight black, like that on her nose and the bottom of her pads. Her build is good, yes, thanks to the shephard sie of her, but she also has a bit of the grace from the collie breed.

Pic: Signature coming soon...

Personality: (at least Three-sentences) Russetstar is a no-nonsense, business like leader. Still, she has a gentle, understanding heart. When problems arise, she handles them much like a judge in a twoleg's court. She thinks about the history of dogs, what they've done, what proof is there, and the likes. But when things are going well, she is a seemingly always contented dog, and manages to always to be hopeful. She can be often seen encouraging struggling dogs, and will give newer members a bit of a trial; this usually lasts about a week or so, giving the dogs a few chances to make mistakes, but long enough that they can get a general idea of what to do and what not to do when they are expected to know better. Under some circumstances, she can be quite loving and soft hearted, even if she is a rather firm but relaxed sort of she-dog.

History: (Three sentences) Russetstar's parents were of different breeds: her mother, a collie, and her father, a shepherd. She grew up with them in an old factory, but suddenly one day her father stopped coming. After a moon or two, twolegs began to come, and from what she and her mother figured out by their strange transportation units, they were going to knock the place down. They had been asleep the day the twolegs started this, and her mother died in the building's collapse. Russetstar, then known as Russetgaze as her eyes were a lavish brown, fled from the place, and never returned. In her past, she was temporarily adopted by a family of twolegs, caught in the pound and again homed by twolegs, and for the third time in her life, is free again. Hopefully, the saying is true: Third time's the charm.

RP sample: As three ebony mitts and a white mitt caressed the alleyway floor, here and there feeling grass and soil, auds of darkness and tan values flicked to and fro. Their aim was to catch any sound made, as the blackened tip on her nose was sniffing out scents of surroundings and living things alike. Orbs of lavish brown looked here and there, the seemingly calm, understanding but lively gaze taking in everything they saw. The large sized female continued after a slight pause, swiveling her cranium left and right as she held it up high. She brushed by a plant that looked like a fern in the darkness of the park, and paused as it made a swishing noise. Glancing back, her muzzle parted and revealed a small smile. Suddenly, the breeze lifted, ruffling her fur and making the last of the fallen leaves around the sidewalk about her swirl and dance. It played with the newer leaves on the trees� branches, and the grass and flowers seemed to be dancing, too, with one another for a few moments. Though the wind calmed soon, it brought a scent to the female�s searching snout. Another of my kind, she thought, cheerfully but cautiously. It seemed as though this dog, too, was alone.. and nearby.

The dog kept her guard up, taking extra care to keep large mitts from falling too heavily upon the ground�s struggling, green life. She paused to watch a beetle scuttle across a leaf and disappear into the shadows of another plant before she continued on the concrete path of unknown meetings. After a few moments, she came to a rather sudden start. There, a number of bounds away, lay a partially moving form. T�was a mutt-looking dog, but only a whelp, though he looked old enough to be able to survive on his own, in the shelter of a cardboard box. But only with scraps of the twolegs� trash, she thought blandly. She carefully moved forward, lowering her head to sniff the ground with her muzzle, but keeping brownish orbs on the sleeping form. She padded forth, sure then that the youngster was truly alone. She lay carefully down beside though a little bit in front of the box, and after watching him for a little bit, rested her head on her paws and was soon asleep herself.

Russetgaze woke up suddenly, and her hackles prickled; she was being watched, she could feel it. She stood carefully, and remembered the whelp and place where she�d come to. She raised her head rather sharply, eyes searching through the afternoon�s cool atmosphere. Her gaze fell across the box again, as she checked around its corners. She then turned to look at the picnic tables a while yonder, the fountain, and the park� other goods. �Young pup,� she called softly but with a firm tone, as he was seemingly gone, �Young pup, please come back.� She began to pace here and there, and found the youngster�s scent. She decided though, to be quite clever. She continued her calling for a small time, going here and there as though searching frantically. She allowed her tone to become slightly higher pitched and more worrisome before she heard a small, tiny, but bold little voice say, �Who�re you?� She stopped, looking around as though she didn�t know where he was�but she knew exactly where he was. He shifted too much, and perhaps being young still, he hadn�t much experience to know to keep as still as possible. �I am Russetgaze,� she replied, her tone soft even if she was unable to hold back that twinge of pride. Auds hearing a noise, they flicked back as she herself moved to turn completely around in perfect harmony. There the young pup was, looking at her as though suspicious. She dropped herself to her belly, so that she wouldn�t seem so big or �scary� to him, and so she could be eye level with him. She waited until he finally spoke.

�I�m Bravepaw,� he replied, puffing out his furry little chest. He pulled himself further away from the honey suckle bush he had been hiding in, and suddenly sneezed. Nearly falling over, he scrambled to regain his balance, and keep away from Russetgaze but close at the same time. Russetgaze was sure not to chuckle; she�d learned with pups, especially with ones how this little one seemed to be, that even giving the slightest smile at what he did could anger him. �Did you sleep well, Bravepaw?� She wouldn�t ask why he was alone for a while. That, too, could be dangerous. The little tyke paused, and then nodded his cranium fervently, his little ears seeming to flop a bit. Wait-his ears flopped. Her own head tilted a few degrees, as her mind pondered vigorously. She hadn�t known many dogs who had floppy ears, and thought they looked a bit different, but cute. She wondered briefly what mixes he was, as he surely wasn�t a full bred of anything she knew.

Later on, she discovered that yes, he had had a good sleep, and no, that he wasn�t hungry. She�d taken him for a bit of a walk to find a pond in the park to drink from, then settled down later that evening back in the place where she�d met him to tell him a story. She had begun to finish it, when Bravepaw edged closer and closer, until finally, he was right beside her, acting as though he was sincerely glad for the first time for her presence. The female couldn�t help a small smile. �And so Drysil chased Brakin across the field, angry at him for stealing his plump rabbit. But Brakin was too sly for him, and hid in a ditch.� She took a moment to mimic what Drysil�s voice might�ve sounded like before continuing to tell about the dogs, one a god, and one his mortal cousin. ��Brakin,� he called out angerily, �Bring me back my rabbit!� But Brakin sblack personed, and replied, �Not a chance, Drysil. You must cross the ditch before you can even reach me!� And so Drysil grew so angry with Brakin, he forgot his cousin�s cleverness. He ran at the ditch, and tried to jump across it, but at the same time, Brakin had jumped out at Drysil. Drysil was so surprised, he flipped in mid air, and landed in a giant water puddle, and got all wet and muddy. When he did, he was even madder, because his beautiful golden coat was splattered with dirt and mud.� She paused, smiling down at Bravepaw, and only when he realized she had stopped telling the story did he open his eyes and look up at her. �What happened next, Russetgaze? What�d happen to Brakin?� She kept her smile, and finished the story as he watched her for a moment before laying his head back onto his gray mitts, orbs shielded from the darkening skies. �And so Brakin, laughing, called out to him, �Don�t forget the lesson I taught you, Drysil.. Never forget my intelligence!� He picked up the juicy rabbit as he laughed again, and ran away.� She paused, and looked down again. Judging by the youngster�s deeper, more even breathing, he was asleep. Smiling to herself, she laid her own head on her darker mitts, and fell asleep herself.

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OOC: I hope its okay, but I used the RPG-example thing from my character's audition on Northern Boundaries, 'cept I edited it a bit. I think its just as good though.. Haven't made up my mind.. o.O

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