Name: waterfallkit
Age: unborn!
Gender: female
Personality: Loving | Caring | Wild (developing.)
Appearance:
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Rp Sample: 'Brokenness of humanity lay before the camp walls, distilled in their bloody grace. The iron-clad light of the moon and the beast look before her, chewing at her lip, she dipped her apex slowly. Like a crumbling sidewalk as one steps upon it, showing the remnants of the belly of Hell, like a winding staircase leading downward. Like a fogged over one-way mirror was her gaze. Like crow’s tattered vantablack wings as they try to take flight. Through the slivers of light shone by the moon, it seemed like an entity was on the other side of those crumbling walls, like you could reach out and touch it, almost. Do you dare lift your muzzle to speak to this titan? Didn’t think so. Media dresses death up like some thing that’s supposed to be televised, but only the opposite. “Last,” Her maw opened and closed in a swift motion. She noticed the raised eyebrow and an audit flicked, “It’s been awhile.” She remarked, dipping her apex again.
Most did not deem her beautiful, most deemed her simply normal. One cat was already mad at her since her return, and she didn’t want another coming after her, instead, she simply implied, “How are you?” The question, which didn’t seem to need much context if one were reading past it with fast ability, actually had a much deeper meaning. Not many knew about her past alias, and she simply didn’t bring it up unless asked. It would make an interesting conversation topic, she thought. It’s been said the beast who lies in the layers of the mind were created by the toxic thoughts that reside there, and that much could be outed as true. The Detrimental everyone once knew was gone. She had died, and with her, went her personality.
She was changed.
Her blue gaze averted to Last again, and she dipped her head. She was different now, surprisingly. Her personality was changed, she’s no longer cold, instead, she is calculating. Her break had freshened her up into a ‘new’ cat, so to speak. Her life had changed. Everything she knew was gone, then her old alias returned to her.
Helena.
She tried to clear herself of the thought, of her awful past, but it lingered. The past she once knew hadn’t died yet, hadn’t evaporated. It still had a spark. Cold, cruel, spark. Her ears flattened for a split second but she put them back up. She didn’t wish to be deemed non superior. Especially not by Clanmates. The black of her muzzle gave a slight twitch, blue optics searching Last for any emotion. Detrimental was no longer the monster she once knew, she was a changed cat. Her maw opened in the slightest of a smile, and she nodded once more. She truly was changed.' (non-wco)
Role Wanted: kit 1