
nαmє~Splash.
níck nαmє~Spleesh. Her friends tend to call her this just to get on her nerves, but she doesn't seem to mind so much anymore.
pєrsσnαlítч~Splash is more of a shy altsisi when you first get to meet her, only approaching you if it is necessary. She will usually stick to her closer friends rather than to meet a new person every five minutes. She can only trust certain people in her life, and only occasionally lets others actually approach her. Often in conversations she'll go quiet and shy away from the person, only afraid she'll embarrass herself. Splash doesn't really have another side to her aside from her shy, quiet self. She tends just to stick to her shyness, talking to the people she trusts like friends or her family members. If you're lucky enough for her to even talk to you, maybe she'll trust you enough to be in her life.
líkєs~o The Beach
o Water
o The color blue
o Peppermints
o Keeping to herself
díslíkєs~o Sand that gets stuck on her paws
o Crowds
o People who tease her
o Unperfect things
o When the beach is crowded with litter
splαsh's stσrч~"I'm such a failure in life!" My friend ranted to me in a squeal as we continued our walk home from the town. "He just rejected me Spleesh!" She continued to rant as I calmly looked down at my feet and kicked a few pebbles. She just shot a glare me like her concept was more important. "..And then he-" That was when I cut her off, it was MY turn to talk now. " I know, Amy. You told me earlier, and then again when we went out for lunch." I said, rather calmly compared to her ranting. "But you know i don't really care about people calling Spleesh anymore. It's gotten a little old." I clarified for her, turning down a deserted street that was the marker for being half way to my house. Amy scowled behind me, crossing her arms and thrashing her tail like a four year old having a fit, as she usually would. "Well, i can call you whatever I like.." Amy started, I had a feeling she would go into a lecture once again.. "Ugh..Yeah, yeah. I knnow you only seem to like
one person giving you nicknames. I swear, it's like he's the only person you let into your life!" She complained, rolling her eyes at me. I sighed softly before I even thought of replying. He was the only person I let call me things other than my real name. Well, he was my very best friend, he had some rights in the world, if any. I continued to walk down the street with my light blue fur with sort of water like markings here and there, as well as my glowing 'wave' marking. Now, on the topic of my name, I don't really approve of how my mother gave it to me. The only reason she named me Splash was because of my appearance. Well, what If my coat suddenly changes and I look more like a 'Forest' than a 'Splash'? I mean, I do know where she was coming from, my pelt looked almost exactly like any body of water being splashed, but I want to be known as something unique and special. Not something that was just thought of because of how I look.
Such a 'beautiful girl' everyone called me, everyone just wanted to hang out with me for even a few seconds. With my light turquoise pelt and my beautiful water like markings that seemed to remind just everyone of water being splashed. And my glowing wave marking..I DON'T SEE WHAT'S SO AMAZING! Really! Everyone has them! Apparently even my 'enchanting' teal colored eyes were special too.Just EVERYTHING about me had to be 'special'.. Not one person in my direct family has them.. I don't see what everyone else finds great in me.. I'm normal. Boring. 'Unpopular.' What's the point in even having me as a friend? I would always have this mental talk with myself, escaping the reality that awaited me here. I snapped out of my self argument and tuned into Amy's ranting again. I sighed, looking down at the pebbles again. It was always nice to live this close to the beach, almost every road or path you went down had these nice little pebbles you could play with. Quite entertaining actually for younger Altsisis. I just loved the water. It was kind of a given seeing my pelt, but I'm just drawn to it. Like a bee to honey. I love the sound of the waves crashing against the shore, the way the waves look like a beautiful shade of blue around five o'clock in the evening. I knew basically everything about the beach, It was like the large span of water was connected to me. I knew it's weaknesses, it's beauty, and all the strange little quirks here and there..Like me really. Everyone knew of it's beauty and acknowledged it, but it knew the truth about itself. It wasn't that special at all.. I came to notice, then, the eerie silence, like Amy had stopped talking and was now waiting on me to reply. "Oh, um. Yeah, he's a total jerk." I replied, turning around to look at her. She smiled and gave me a giant hug like what i'd said was a message from God. I didn't even know what she asked me... Oh, whatever it was it didn't matter. I always had to deal with her little mood swing-y attitudes. I was used to this by now.
"Well, bye Splash. I have to go." Amy said, putting inphasis on Splash to show she knew it was my name. I smiled the smallest bit and nodded, waving a silent good bye to her as she ran past me and up her drive way. I sighed the slightest bit, slipping between a gap in two fences so I could walk through to the other side. I relaxed a little now. I was finally next to the water again, what I had been craving all day. This silent, listening span of water that I could let all of my feelings out to and not get judged for them. That was kind of one of my biggest fears in the world, getting judged for what you looked like, or what mental problems you had. The water never did that. And I guess that's why I even counted it to my dwindling friend count, because it was there to listen. Whether it replied, or not. I sat own onto the pebble-y ground, placing my paw down next to my leg and tracing my fingers across some of the various textures that my paws found. It was always so peaceful here, and you could easily be alone if that's what you wanted. The only real person that came to visit me here was my very amazing best friend. He had those rights, ya' know? He could bother me when I don't feel like being bothered, he could sit there and annoy me even and I still wouldn't mind. He was there for me, just like the water was, but he was a bit more important and special to me. I wouldn't let a thing touch him, if I could help in that situation at all. I would be there so he could be comforted whenever another female Altsisi got him down in the dumps. Because I'm not in it for all the wrong reasons, I'm friends with him because that's what he needs and, well, we were kind of 'friends at first sight.' Neither of us decided to be friends with the other, it was like an unspoken term, we were both there for each other and in return a friendship grew from it. He was all I could ask for in a friend, caring, open minded, there to listen, interested in what i'm interested in as long as we don't get arrested..I didn't deserve a friend like him. He was too good for someone as simple, shy, and boring as me. And not to mention how many other Altsisis tend to follow him around like lost puppies. I mean, c'mon, he's not that attractive. Is he?.. Well, he did have gorgeous pattern across his back right leg, and how he reminded people of pine trees, and how soft and fluffy his ears were.. Getting off track.. Where did all that come from? I started to panic a little. I wasn't supposed to
like him. That would spoil our friendship and we'd end up not talking ever again. I started breathing funny, like I would usually do before I started to cry, and let a few salt water tears fall down and off of my cheeks. I could hear the gravel like rocks crunching behind me, but I didn't turn to look because I was afraid of what I would look like. My cheeks would always get this pink, splotchy look to it whenever I cried. I was quite embarrassing when you're in front of other people. I saw that pine tree pelt sit down next to me and turn his head in a specific way so that he was looking at me. He poked my probably pink cheek with his paw, trying to get me to smile like he would always do. "Hey. Why the long face?" He asked, letting his brown eyes look over me to try and discover what was wrong. "N-Nothing.." I told him, giving a poor excuse for a smile and wiping the back of my paw across my cheek to get ride of the salty tears. I couldn't exactly
tell him what was wrong. That was like telling your very biggest crush in the whole wide world that you loved and adored him.. Well. Not exactly like that.. I hadn't been everywhere in the world yet. He nodded his head with another up beat smile of his, flicking a bit of water my way. "Well, you can always tell me. There's nothing to be afraid of." He made clear to me, still smiling. I looked down at the rocks, deciding not to reply to that. Exactly what I said. I didn't deserve someone as amazing a friend as him.
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