Cascade of Pouring Rain | To-Be of the Tribe
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The Troubled
The Troubled
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To the flirtatious eye, Cascade of Pouring Rain harbors a pristine pelage, glowing in the shimmering daylight. Her pelt is radiant alabaster, with ivory undertones, deemed as a shaded Siberian forest cat. Depending on the sun's intensity, Cascade's wooly pelt appears ivory or fawn in pigment, with faded striping around her four appendages and countenance. Her stature isn't the largest, possessing more of a slender physique and long, brawny legs. When observing her facade, she has a salmon-pink nose, outlined in black with anticipatory crystal blue eyes. The depth of Cascade's blue gaze prospered with love that only over the moons does anyone notice the strength of the hue. Up close, they are as clear as undiluted water, such as the stream outside the Tribe's cave. Cascade's face is round and plush, encompassed with thick fur. During the colder seasons, she is the type to provide warmth to others in need.
Cascade of Pouring Rain is one of the most appreciative damsels anyone could lay eyes upon or converse with. She makes sure to express to others that she's grateful for what others have done for her, praying to the Tribe of Endless Hunting that the opposing individual is very conscious of her appreciation of them or for what they did. If she omits to display her gratitude, she is quick to apologize and question if there's anything she could do to make up for it. There's no doubt Cascade possesses a creative mindset, portraying a behemoth imagination deemed innovative and artistic in the psyche. She doesn't struggle or even stop to think about these concepts, coming up with things without a second thought. Ideas find her more than she finds them, and when she does have an idea, she's highly passionate and works to acclimate to any accommodations. Despite her silenced and introverted behavior, the mademoiselle is good-natured, providing warmth to those amidst her. With such a soft heart, she is very welcoming and empathetic with those she communicates with. She is willing to settle down and listen to an individual's concerns or justifications to vent. There's no transparent indication of confidence, or entire compulsory manners toward herself, as she displays a humble persona. Overall, she is respectful and typically treats others how they treat her.
In the depths of Cascade's mind, she is unconsciously and severely analytical, regularly reaching into others for logic or discovering a way to define herself. Her reasonings for this may seem confusing, but that'll be explained later in context. The molly has a systematic thought pattern, inquisitive of the minds of other felines who shroud her presence. However, she observes more than just other individuals; she watches the reoccurrences and concepts in nature, comprehending the disparity between life and death. She excessively thinks, is constantly reminded of pessimism, and gets stuck in a void of thoughts; stuck. Her lack of trust may be due to this downside, incapable of escaping the wrath of her mentality. In an attempt to bypass this undesirable habit, Cascade of Pouring Rain delivers a humorous approach to the objectionable world she was born into. She enjoys supplying others with a good laugh, often the humor that cramps the abdomen. Cascade isn't someone who purposely makes others laugh, as her light-hearted wit is merely natural. It's a challenge to overlook Cascade's stubborn personality, swallowed whole by her unwavering idiosyncrasy. She doesn't budge much when listening to others or their criticism, even if it's constructive. Cascade has a savvy intuitive psyche, harboring a relatively instinctual brain. She can often depict the being she's dealing with, only a few moments of speaking with them. She finds this trait a curse rather than an actual blessing.
The young cat encloses a reclusive, asocial aura, as she is quite introverted and doesn't ever speak first. She allows others to talk before or over her, despite loathing when others interrupt her. She has always been watchful, and her dreadful ponders shattered by the distraction of being spoken to. She found this to be a blessing, a momentary hiatus from the unsubstantial image she bore. She quickly redirected how she approached and articulated with others, depending on those she was enveloped in. Because of the difference in her brain chemicals from other individuals, Cascade is, unfortunately brittle, with essentially no cognition of her well-being. There are long days when the mademoiselle believes she's invisible or portrays reality as unreal. When her emotions divert, it becomes incredibly intense, and her feelings are consistently heightened more than the average mind. The damsel is often viewed as insecure, particularly when close to others she cares for, and these sentiments are more poisonous when it's someone she loves. Her behavior can appear destructive and unhealthy, which isn't entirely false. Cascade often becomes verbally impulsive, lashing out subconsciously; upon realizing it, she's internally screaming to cease, recognizing it isn't rational to behave like that. From an outside perspective, for those who witness this side of Cascade, it is unstable and challenging to acknowledge. She has a heart of pure gold yet filled with everlasting rage and pain she can't shake.
There are numerous social stigmas and misconceptions regarding the life of someone who suffers from Borderline Personality Disorder. Everyone diagnosed with the disorder is oftentimes different, as no person is the same with each individual. From Cascade's point of view, she struggles daily, harboring an intense fear of abandonment, which happens to deviate her perspective of others. She lacks trust, refusing to indulge in conversation unless spoken to first. Cascade attempts to avoid confrontation, considering even imagining the thought of separation or rejection feels unbearable. The mademoiselle's relationships with others are usually unstable, especially those involving love, which she has fortunately experienced yet. However, when she does, Cascade of Pouring Rain will likely idolize and cherish the individual more than she can comprehend. It's bewildering when she idealizes someone one moment and then finds them insensitive or believes the sentiments are one-sided. The damsel will become conscious of her behavior as she ages, unsure where to go and how to start. Though, she'll always desire the best for herself and those who abide by her flank along the way.
When the world feels like it's falling apart around her, Cascade gets these emotions that become so overwhelming it feels numb or empty. Depending on the feline she spends the most time around, it can typically alter her values and goals in life, differentiating her identity from others amongst her. It often feels like reality is false, at least, her reality. It's an empty feeling when the damsel has rabid changes in self-image and self-identity. On harsher days, Cascade will go through isolating behavior due to high-level induced stress, losing contact with herself and concentration in general. Cascade is likely to express impulsivity, such as crossing boundaries, being overly friendly with outsiders, ending good relationships/friendships, or self-sabotage. Mood swings are a considerable attribute of BPD, regarding their more intense emotions. It's an emotional overload daily due to the amount of brain activity in BPD minds. After a verbally aggressive episode, Cascade will portray indications of mortification, terrified that she just ruined everything at the moment. Happiness feels intolerably temporary, and it's incredibly exhausting for the to-be. Her anger is often out of the blue and inappropriate, and she frequently loses her temper, is caustic, or even starts verbal, argumentative fights. Her emotions are moderately abnormal, as the sentiment she receives is most often empty than any other positive or negative emotion. Sometimes, she believes it's better to feel nothing than anything.
Her BPD isn't genetic, as it's developed over the few moons, she's been alive, and the neglect began as soon as she was born. Her BPD likely developed due to anxiety, which has become more apparent in her daily life. It's typical for those with BPD to feel uncomfortable being alone, and she struggles to enjoy her time when alone. She is constantly discouraging herself when she's not preoccupied with someone else. When Cascade feels that she's being abandoned or neglected, she feels intense apprehension or vexation. She might attempt to track her loved ones' whereabouts or stop them from leaving. With new, possible friends {or more}, she might push them away before getting too close to avoid rejection. If she's been in a bad situation, Cascade of Pouring Rain commonly has feelings of worthlessness, self-loathing, and delivering herself with more confusion and heartbreak. Dissociative episodes, paranoid thoughts, and rarely hallucinations may be triggered by excessive stress, usually by fear of abandonment. These episodes are always temporary, although they can range from hours to weeks before she can collect herself as a whole again (not that she ever feels whole). Some of the misconceptions are that BPD is seen as attention-seeking and should be ignored when in reality, it is how the brain works, so Cascade can't necessarily control this behavior, nor should it be ignored. Sure, she's aware of her struggles, but it doesn't depict her control over her actions or words. The slightest shift in tone is easily identified and can cause her to shut down and become silent, dissociating from the circumstances. As much as she despises admitting it, Cascade must seek validation and attention (subconsciously), bearing days of confidence where she becomes reckless and goes for things she wants. Any situation can quickly become stressful, causing her to feel discouraged and useless, often having issues with memory. She obsesses over minor things, such as how someone looks at or views her, desiring to portray the best image of herself.
Cascade of Pouring Rain was born outside the tribe, though remaining on the perimeters. Her mother birthed her in a hollowed tree, which appeared to be struck by lightning moons ago. It was a behemoth, though not an oversized tree in the woodland amidst her shelter. The she-kit could barely remember the scent of her mother because it wasn't long before the warmth of both her parents dissipated in thin air. The day after their disappearance, she had opened her eyes, shuddering as she struggled to absorb heat. The damsel had no parents nor a name but was shortly found by a pair named Coyote and Sheep. The two had decided on Cascade for her gorgeous pelage, which rippled like the tides of water.
Coyote and Sheep traveled to a safer place closer to the Tribe, where they intended to place her in their paws eventually. Until then, Coyote and Sheep had neglected Cascade's needs as a kit, hardly treating her with a decent meal. Her adoptive parents often advised her that if she desired to feast, she would need to learn to suffice on her own, causing the mademoiselle to lose faith in others, assuming she'd depend solely on herself. She was very lean growing up, possessing merely any muscle structure on her bones as she attempted to guide herself on how to survive. Occasionally, Sheep would offer some advice, though quickly banished by Coyote, who appeared to be in control of the situation. The tomcat was twisted, little did the youngster realize, but would eventually as she aged in the paws of the Tribe. When Cascade couldn't furnish a meal, she'd often steal from her parent's kill pile. Her father, Coyote, would retaliate against her by sending her off to a remote location of danger, where she'd often return with minimal injuries. It was an unfortunate lifestyle; she was constantly disciplined without a glimpse of dismay on her parent's faces.
When she failed to complete tasks given to her, Coyote and Sheep would force the damsel into frigid water during Leafbare, keeping track of her mistakes over the remaining seasons. It was becoming more transparent that her so-called family wasn't so sane, harboring ghoulish demeanors. Cascade's strands of fur would freeze at the tips, leaving her out in the cold to catch an illness quashed by Greencough during the colder seasons. Her immune system is likely to thrive later down the path, considering the little disregard her parents showed for her physical health and well-being in general. She quickly went from idolizing her parents to this vile hatred, desiring the escape from their wrath of abuse. She suffered more from verbal instances than physical, but nonetheless, abuse is abuse. After moons of distressing Cascade, Sheep and Coyote had manipulated her into moving homes, finding herself surrounded by aromas of unfamiliar felines. She was soon located by the Tribe, who had noticed fresh wounds lacerated into her skin. The Tribe of Forgotten Waters took her into recovery, where the Tribe quickly accepted her, seeing she needed assistance. They were curious about her potential and showed her kindness for her time in convalescence.
Members of the tribe didn't hesitate to explain this new lifestyle to her, even mentioning the Clans. She wondered who they were and what they were, asking inquiries as the new concepts were explained to her. She learned plenty of further information that night, comprehending it all relatively well. She was terrific at listening and intaking knowledge she deemed essential. Anything too simple, she typically tuned out, losing interest in haste. From what she heard, the Clans didn't appear to be the most friendly cats, or perhaps they cared too much. She figured it was best to keep her mind open for the moment she met a clan cat. With the name Cascade, she proposed the name Cascade of Pouring Rain. The tomcat who had welcomed her and provided details in his explanation of the Tribe and Clans was a friendly to-be named Frog in Little Swamp. At eight moons, she was known as a to-be, basically an apprentice in other terms. She wondered why kits must wait until they're eight moons rather than six, but she knew the answer deep down. Still, she continued to question it as she did with everything else.
She spent her free time with her new friend, Frog in Little Swamp, to who she felt some attraction. The sire possessed a warm heart with quick-witted intelligence. Cascade of Pouring Rain cherished the memories she began making with him, exploring the area surrounding the tribe and learning new things every day. Frog in Little Swamp's presence alleviated Cascade to have a welcoming tribe cat by her flank, reminding her that she was cared for. The sire brought a smile to her face and distracted her when she needed it most, feeling like she would become too attached. It was a terrifying feeling that she was merely just discovering. Her mental disorder isn't technically revealed to herself but will develop over time, especially with interest in her line of sight. It was also great that the mademoiselle had a family member named Leaf Where Dragonfly Rests. It made her feel more at home and discover her biological parents' names, Bark and Maple. They were rogues, banished from their Clan, and Maple was Viper's sister. Dragonfly and Cascade were cousins, so she kept close with the other and admired her.
Will fill out when the time comes.
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NAME HERE
Basic Information
THE WATER WON'T CLEAR UNTIL
WE GET THE HOGS OUT.
NAME | Cascade of Falling Rain. | NICKNAME | Cascade. |
AGE | Ten moons. | GENDER | Female. |
PRONOUNS | She/Her/Hers. | SEXUALITY | Pansexual. |
ALLIANCE | Tribe of Forgotten Waters. | RANK | To-Be (Cave-Guard). |
BREED | Siberian Forest Cat. | EXTRA INFO | Borderline Personality Disorder. |
Appearance
DON'T TAUNT THE ALLIGATOR UNTIL
YOU'VE CROSSED THE CREEK.
YOU'VE CROSSED THE CREEK.
To the flirtatious eye, Cascade of Pouring Rain harbors a pristine pelage, glowing in the shimmering daylight. Her pelt is radiant alabaster, with ivory undertones, deemed as a shaded Siberian forest cat. Depending on the sun's intensity, Cascade's wooly pelt appears ivory or fawn in pigment, with faded striping around her four appendages and countenance. Her stature isn't the largest, possessing more of a slender physique and long, brawny legs. When observing her facade, she has a salmon-pink nose, outlined in black with anticipatory crystal blue eyes. The depth of Cascade's blue gaze prospered with love that only over the moons does anyone notice the strength of the hue. Up close, they are as clear as undiluted water, such as the stream outside the Tribe's cave. Cascade's face is round and plush, encompassed with thick fur. During the colder seasons, she is the type to provide warmth to others in need.Quick description: a long-furred lean, ivory she-cat with brawny legs and bright blue eyes.
Personality
LIFE CAN SUPRISE YOU IN
A THOUSAND DIFFERENT WAYS.
A THOUSAND DIFFERENT WAYS.
Cascade of Pouring Rain is one of the most appreciative damsels anyone could lay eyes upon or converse with. She makes sure to express to others that she's grateful for what others have done for her, praying to the Tribe of Endless Hunting that the opposing individual is very conscious of her appreciation of them or for what they did. If she omits to display her gratitude, she is quick to apologize and question if there's anything she could do to make up for it. There's no doubt Cascade possesses a creative mindset, portraying a behemoth imagination deemed innovative and artistic in the psyche. She doesn't struggle or even stop to think about these concepts, coming up with things without a second thought. Ideas find her more than she finds them, and when she does have an idea, she's highly passionate and works to acclimate to any accommodations. Despite her silenced and introverted behavior, the mademoiselle is good-natured, providing warmth to those amidst her. With such a soft heart, she is very welcoming and empathetic with those she communicates with. She is willing to settle down and listen to an individual's concerns or justifications to vent. There's no transparent indication of confidence, or entire compulsory manners toward herself, as she displays a humble persona. Overall, she is respectful and typically treats others how they treat her. In the depths of Cascade's mind, she is unconsciously and severely analytical, regularly reaching into others for logic or discovering a way to define herself. Her reasonings for this may seem confusing, but that'll be explained later in context. The molly has a systematic thought pattern, inquisitive of the minds of other felines who shroud her presence. However, she observes more than just other individuals; she watches the reoccurrences and concepts in nature, comprehending the disparity between life and death. She excessively thinks, is constantly reminded of pessimism, and gets stuck in a void of thoughts; stuck. Her lack of trust may be due to this downside, incapable of escaping the wrath of her mentality. In an attempt to bypass this undesirable habit, Cascade of Pouring Rain delivers a humorous approach to the objectionable world she was born into. She enjoys supplying others with a good laugh, often the humor that cramps the abdomen. Cascade isn't someone who purposely makes others laugh, as her light-hearted wit is merely natural. It's a challenge to overlook Cascade's stubborn personality, swallowed whole by her unwavering idiosyncrasy. She doesn't budge much when listening to others or their criticism, even if it's constructive. Cascade has a savvy intuitive psyche, harboring a relatively instinctual brain. She can often depict the being she's dealing with, only a few moments of speaking with them. She finds this trait a curse rather than an actual blessing.
The young cat encloses a reclusive, asocial aura, as she is quite introverted and doesn't ever speak first. She allows others to talk before or over her, despite loathing when others interrupt her. She has always been watchful, and her dreadful ponders shattered by the distraction of being spoken to. She found this to be a blessing, a momentary hiatus from the unsubstantial image she bore. She quickly redirected how she approached and articulated with others, depending on those she was enveloped in. Because of the difference in her brain chemicals from other individuals, Cascade is, unfortunately brittle, with essentially no cognition of her well-being. There are long days when the mademoiselle believes she's invisible or portrays reality as unreal. When her emotions divert, it becomes incredibly intense, and her feelings are consistently heightened more than the average mind. The damsel is often viewed as insecure, particularly when close to others she cares for, and these sentiments are more poisonous when it's someone she loves. Her behavior can appear destructive and unhealthy, which isn't entirely false. Cascade often becomes verbally impulsive, lashing out subconsciously; upon realizing it, she's internally screaming to cease, recognizing it isn't rational to behave like that. From an outside perspective, for those who witness this side of Cascade, it is unstable and challenging to acknowledge. She has a heart of pure gold yet filled with everlasting rage and pain she can't shake.
BPD IMPACT
ONLY THE CURIOUS
HAVE SOMETHING TO FIND.
HAVE SOMETHING TO FIND.
There are numerous social stigmas and misconceptions regarding the life of someone who suffers from Borderline Personality Disorder. Everyone diagnosed with the disorder is oftentimes different, as no person is the same with each individual. From Cascade's point of view, she struggles daily, harboring an intense fear of abandonment, which happens to deviate her perspective of others. She lacks trust, refusing to indulge in conversation unless spoken to first. Cascade attempts to avoid confrontation, considering even imagining the thought of separation or rejection feels unbearable. The mademoiselle's relationships with others are usually unstable, especially those involving love, which she has fortunately experienced yet. However, when she does, Cascade of Pouring Rain will likely idolize and cherish the individual more than she can comprehend. It's bewildering when she idealizes someone one moment and then finds them insensitive or believes the sentiments are one-sided. The damsel will become conscious of her behavior as she ages, unsure where to go and how to start. Though, she'll always desire the best for herself and those who abide by her flank along the way. When the world feels like it's falling apart around her, Cascade gets these emotions that become so overwhelming it feels numb or empty. Depending on the feline she spends the most time around, it can typically alter her values and goals in life, differentiating her identity from others amongst her. It often feels like reality is false, at least, her reality. It's an empty feeling when the damsel has rabid changes in self-image and self-identity. On harsher days, Cascade will go through isolating behavior due to high-level induced stress, losing contact with herself and concentration in general. Cascade is likely to express impulsivity, such as crossing boundaries, being overly friendly with outsiders, ending good relationships/friendships, or self-sabotage. Mood swings are a considerable attribute of BPD, regarding their more intense emotions. It's an emotional overload daily due to the amount of brain activity in BPD minds. After a verbally aggressive episode, Cascade will portray indications of mortification, terrified that she just ruined everything at the moment. Happiness feels intolerably temporary, and it's incredibly exhausting for the to-be. Her anger is often out of the blue and inappropriate, and she frequently loses her temper, is caustic, or even starts verbal, argumentative fights. Her emotions are moderately abnormal, as the sentiment she receives is most often empty than any other positive or negative emotion. Sometimes, she believes it's better to feel nothing than anything.
Her BPD isn't genetic, as it's developed over the few moons, she's been alive, and the neglect began as soon as she was born. Her BPD likely developed due to anxiety, which has become more apparent in her daily life. It's typical for those with BPD to feel uncomfortable being alone, and she struggles to enjoy her time when alone. She is constantly discouraging herself when she's not preoccupied with someone else. When Cascade feels that she's being abandoned or neglected, she feels intense apprehension or vexation. She might attempt to track her loved ones' whereabouts or stop them from leaving. With new, possible friends {or more}, she might push them away before getting too close to avoid rejection. If she's been in a bad situation, Cascade of Pouring Rain commonly has feelings of worthlessness, self-loathing, and delivering herself with more confusion and heartbreak. Dissociative episodes, paranoid thoughts, and rarely hallucinations may be triggered by excessive stress, usually by fear of abandonment. These episodes are always temporary, although they can range from hours to weeks before she can collect herself as a whole again (not that she ever feels whole). Some of the misconceptions are that BPD is seen as attention-seeking and should be ignored when in reality, it is how the brain works, so Cascade can't necessarily control this behavior, nor should it be ignored. Sure, she's aware of her struggles, but it doesn't depict her control over her actions or words. The slightest shift in tone is easily identified and can cause her to shut down and become silent, dissociating from the circumstances. As much as she despises admitting it, Cascade must seek validation and attention (subconsciously), bearing days of confidence where she becomes reckless and goes for things she wants. Any situation can quickly become stressful, causing her to feel discouraged and useless, often having issues with memory. She obsesses over minor things, such as how someone looks at or views her, desiring to portray the best image of herself.
Statistics
LET THE MIND
FLOW LIKE WATER.
HEALTH | 10. | STRENGTH | 15. |
AGILITY | 18. | INTELLIGENCE | 18. |
LUCK | 13. | TOTAL | 74. |
Backstory
RUN WILD AND FREE
LIKE A WATERFALL.
◉ BIRTH
Cascade of Pouring Rain was born outside the tribe, though remaining on the perimeters. Her mother birthed her in a hollowed tree, which appeared to be struck by lightning moons ago. It was a behemoth, though not an oversized tree in the woodland amidst her shelter. The she-kit could barely remember the scent of her mother because it wasn't long before the warmth of both her parents dissipated in thin air. The day after their disappearance, she had opened her eyes, shuddering as she struggled to absorb heat. The damsel had no parents nor a name but was shortly found by a pair named Coyote and Sheep. The two had decided on Cascade for her gorgeous pelage, which rippled like the tides of water.◉ KITHOOD
Coyote and Sheep traveled to a safer place closer to the Tribe, where they intended to place her in their paws eventually. Until then, Coyote and Sheep had neglected Cascade's needs as a kit, hardly treating her with a decent meal. Her adoptive parents often advised her that if she desired to feast, she would need to learn to suffice on her own, causing the mademoiselle to lose faith in others, assuming she'd depend solely on herself. She was very lean growing up, possessing merely any muscle structure on her bones as she attempted to guide herself on how to survive. Occasionally, Sheep would offer some advice, though quickly banished by Coyote, who appeared to be in control of the situation. The tomcat was twisted, little did the youngster realize, but would eventually as she aged in the paws of the Tribe. When Cascade couldn't furnish a meal, she'd often steal from her parent's kill pile. Her father, Coyote, would retaliate against her by sending her off to a remote location of danger, where she'd often return with minimal injuries. It was an unfortunate lifestyle; she was constantly disciplined without a glimpse of dismay on her parent's faces. When she failed to complete tasks given to her, Coyote and Sheep would force the damsel into frigid water during Leafbare, keeping track of her mistakes over the remaining seasons. It was becoming more transparent that her so-called family wasn't so sane, harboring ghoulish demeanors. Cascade's strands of fur would freeze at the tips, leaving her out in the cold to catch an illness quashed by Greencough during the colder seasons. Her immune system is likely to thrive later down the path, considering the little disregard her parents showed for her physical health and well-being in general. She quickly went from idolizing her parents to this vile hatred, desiring the escape from their wrath of abuse. She suffered more from verbal instances than physical, but nonetheless, abuse is abuse. After moons of distressing Cascade, Sheep and Coyote had manipulated her into moving homes, finding herself surrounded by aromas of unfamiliar felines. She was soon located by the Tribe, who had noticed fresh wounds lacerated into her skin. The Tribe of Forgotten Waters took her into recovery, where the Tribe quickly accepted her, seeing she needed assistance. They were curious about her potential and showed her kindness for her time in convalescence.
◉ GUIDANCE
Members of the tribe didn't hesitate to explain this new lifestyle to her, even mentioning the Clans. She wondered who they were and what they were, asking inquiries as the new concepts were explained to her. She learned plenty of further information that night, comprehending it all relatively well. She was terrific at listening and intaking knowledge she deemed essential. Anything too simple, she typically tuned out, losing interest in haste. From what she heard, the Clans didn't appear to be the most friendly cats, or perhaps they cared too much. She figured it was best to keep her mind open for the moment she met a clan cat. With the name Cascade, she proposed the name Cascade of Pouring Rain. The tomcat who had welcomed her and provided details in his explanation of the Tribe and Clans was a friendly to-be named Frog in Little Swamp. At eight moons, she was known as a to-be, basically an apprentice in other terms. She wondered why kits must wait until they're eight moons rather than six, but she knew the answer deep down. Still, she continued to question it as she did with everything else. She spent her free time with her new friend, Frog in Little Swamp, to who she felt some attraction. The sire possessed a warm heart with quick-witted intelligence. Cascade of Pouring Rain cherished the memories she began making with him, exploring the area surrounding the tribe and learning new things every day. Frog in Little Swamp's presence alleviated Cascade to have a welcoming tribe cat by her flank, reminding her that she was cared for. The sire brought a smile to her face and distracted her when she needed it most, feeling like she would become too attached. It was a terrifying feeling that she was merely just discovering. Her mental disorder isn't technically revealed to herself but will develop over time, especially with interest in her line of sight. It was also great that the mademoiselle had a family member named Leaf Where Dragonfly Rests. It made her feel more at home and discover her biological parents' names, Bark and Maple. They were rogues, banished from their Clan, and Maple was Viper's sister. Dragonfly and Cascade were cousins, so she kept close with the other and admired her.
◉ ADULTHOOD
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◉ PRESENT DAY
Not 100% sure what she's doing right now, honestly.
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FAMILY & RELATIONSHIPS
IF YOU NEVER TRY YOU'LL NEVER KNOW
WHAT YOU'RE CAPABLE OF.
FATHER | Bark (biological father). Coyote (adoptive father) | MOTHER | Maple (biological mother). Sheep (adoptive mother). |
BROTHER(S) | None. | SISTER(S) | None. |
OTHER(S) | Leaf Where Dragonfly Rests (cousin). | MATE | None. |
INTEREST | Frog in Little Swamp. | MENTOR | None. |
APPRENTICE | None. | FORMER APPRENTICE(S) | None. |
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💔 Misses.
💖 Adores.
🧡 Distrusts.
💘 Crush.
💕 In love.
💗 Platonic/familial love.
💜 Respects.
💛 Afraid of.
🤍 Stranger.
💚 Friends.
💞 Good friends.
💙 Dislikes.
💔 Misses.
💖 Adores.
🧡 Distrusts.
💘 Crush.
💕 In love.
💗 Platonic/familial love.
💜 Respects.
💛 Afraid of.
🤍 Stranger.
💚 Friends.
💞 Good friends.
💙 Dislikes.
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