Name: Shadowstar
Pup You Want: Heartpup
RP Experience: I've been role-playing for over a year now.
RP Example: Heartpup looked around in the darkness that filled her space. Nothing was around her, or at least she thought so. It was too dark to even tell where she was, which frightened her greatly. The pup curled up in a tight ball, just wishing it would all go away. Her ears perked up to the sound heard a little ways away from her, and she cuddled tighter. Her golden orbs looked up, and before her was a huge black bear, roaring right in her face. The whelp jumped up to her paws and ran. She ran as fast as she could, but her small, pup legs weren't getting her far very quickly. She yelped from the pain that grew swiftly up her leg as the beast bit in, thrashing her around like she was just some play-toy. She continued to whine, whimper, and yelp as it slammed her against a now seen tree. Then, out of the bushes, her father came. "Papa.." Was all she managed to say before everything went black, yet she could hear the fight going on. She could hear her father's long howl call out to his pack mates, and soon more paws beating against the dead leaves were heard coming to his aid. The largest of step sounds, the bear's, trailed off after awhile, and she could feel herself being carried back to the Healer's den by the Healer herself, Leafpool.
She was laid softly on the bedding laying on the center of the den, and soon even her hearing and sense of smell faded away. It was like she was sleeping, only she knew she had gone unconscious. When she woke, it was early morning; Dawn. She opened her eyes slowly, still very weak from last night's attack. She looked around the room with her golden eyes, and found that she was inside her own den; The nursery. When she attempted to get up, she merely fell again, waking the wolf that she had just noticed that was laying next to her. The wolf rolled over to face the pup, smiling and licking Heartpup's head. "Good morning, Heartpup. How are you feeling?" She heard it say, recognizing the voice immediately. "Papa!" She exclaimed, nuzzling her father as much as she could without feeling any pain. "Heartpup, you've been asleep for three days, we didn't think you'd make it," Strife continued, nuzzling her back. "I have? Oh.. I'm sorry, Papa." She replied, relaxing her muscles a bit to reduce the growing pain from sitting up so long. "Don't be sorry," she heard him answer. But just then, her small body collapsed and Strife panicked. "Leafpool, get in here! Heartpup collapsed!" She heard him shout, soon hearing Leafpool's steps. Again, everything went away, but this time, she felt great pain, and then nothing.
Heartpup woke with a start, panting hard and her heart beating wildly in her chest. Her nightmare seemed so real, though she was glad it wasn't. She looked around the den for her siblings, seeing them all curled up and asleep beside her. She cuddled closer to Cloudpup gently, placing her head on top of her's and closing her eyes, but didn't go to sleep yet. She made a wish. A wish so that nightmare would never come true. "I love you, Cloudpup.." She whispered in her sister's ear before drifting into a much happier sleep, with a smile on her maw.
Pup's Personality: Heartpup is a kind-hearted and friendly wolf who loves others. She is a bit timid and shy, and doesn't open up easily unless it's one of her siblings or her father. She is a bit adventurous and loves to explore, but makes sure not to stray from the others. She absolutely adores her father, and her best friend is her sister, Cloudpup. Heartpup is easily depressed, lonely, and sad. Usually it's for the simplest of things and is hard to make happy again.
Pup's Appearance: Heartpup seems to be like freshly fallen snow. Her pelt is as white as a crystal, and sometimes seems to glow in dark areas. Her underbelly slowly fades to a very, very little bit of a darker color than her base fur color, which continues at her paws and muzzle bridge. The pup's eyes are soft and caring, and look like a goblet of gold, shimmering along with her beautiful pelt. Often times her adorable body is found sobbing in corners, alone, crying about the smallest of things. Other times she's enjoying playing with her siblings, though her coat barely ever gets dirty.
Wed Jul 16, 2008 5:52 pm
