
𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝐾𝑁𝑂𝑊 𝐼 𝑊𝐴𝑁𝑇 𝐴 𝐿𝐼𝐹𝐸 𝐷𝑂𝑊𝑁 𝐿𝑂𝑊, 𝐾𝑁𝑂𝑊 𝐼 𝑊𝐴𝑁𝑇 𝐴 𝐿𝐼𝐹𝐸 𝐷𝑂𝑊𝑁 𝐿𝑂𝑊
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rosekit > rosepaw > annabelle > rosedusk ── 32 moons ── cisfemale, bisexual, biromantic ── warrior of sunclan ── a tortoiseshell she-cat with brown eyes ── scent of wildflowers and pine ── recently returned to sunclan after being taken by two-legs
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rosedusk has one hell of a story, but you might not believe her if she told you. when she was just fourteen moons old, a new warrior of sunclan, she got her foot caught in a fox trap. before her clan could come to help her, two-legs descended upon her and swept her away. she was taken to the cutter, then found herself inside of a two-leg den. at first, she reacted to them viciously; she refused to accept the soft life of a kittypet - however, the two-legs were patient and kind. eventually, she had a change of heart. for three moons, she started to fall for the humans - and even started to sit in their laps. but she couldn't get her clanmates out of her heart and mind. one day, the two-legs left the kitchen window open and with a heavy heart, she snuck out and started her journey back home to sunclan. she tells her clanmates that she despised every second of her time with her two-legs, but rosedusk is lying through her teeth. truthfully, she misses them - and rosedusk wonders if she can even be the warrior her clan deserves. she wants to get herself back into the swing of things, but its never quite been the same for her after she returned home. rosedusk is quite reserved and aloof and while she yearns for close relationships, she fears that her friends will eventually uncover the truth and see her for the "failed" warrior she thinks herself to be. she walks with a lot of shame and her once unbridled confidence has turned to a barely flickering flame. she gets stuck in her head a lot and will often try to make up for her shortcomings by pushing herself to hunt a little more, or work a little harder when its truly not necessary. she covers her strife with witty humor and tries to turn everything into a silver-lining, but her efforts are beginning to dwindle.
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𝑆𝑇𝐴𝑅𝐸 𝐼𝑁𝑇𝑂 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐻𝐸𝐴𝐷𝐿𝐼𝐺𝐻𝑇𝑆, 𝑇𝑂𝑂 𝐵𝑅𝐼𝐺𝐻𝑇 𝐹𝑂𝑅 𝑀𝑌 𝑂𝑊𝑁 𝐸𝑌𝐸𝑆. 𝑀𝐴𝐾𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝑈𝑃 𝐹𝑂𝑅

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