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꒰ ⚡︎ ☾‘ table of contents ’ ☾ ‧₊˚☆

꒰ ⚡︎ Section one ‧₊˚☆
– ‧₊˚ ⭐ about me . . . ⭐ ´ˎ˗
– ☾ introduction
– ☾ username
– ☾ preferred pronouns
– ☾ about me
– ☾ experience
– ☾ why i'm applying
– ☾ activity scale

꒰ ⚡︎ Section two ‧₊˚☆
– ‧₊˚ ⭐ about evenfall . . . ⭐ ´ˎ˗
– ☾ appearance
– ☾ simplified personality
– ☾ detailed personality
– ☾ philosophies
– ☾ future plans
– ☾ trivia
– ☾ research
– ☾ roleplay samples/self roleplay
– ☾ conclusion

]❝ when my heart shuts down I don’t speak,
because behind the muffled beating, I am weak…❞

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꒰ ⚡︎ ☾‘Section one ’ ☾ ‧₊˚☆

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☼☁ i introduction. . . ⭐ ´ˎ˗

hello— welcome to my application for Evenfallkit!! this little fluffy floof baby stole my heart from the very first moment I laid my eyes on her, so I’m excited and grateful to have been given the opportunity to apply for her. best of luck to all the other applicants<3 !!

a small note: I’m a decently artistic person, and as i'd love to draw eve, (I’ll try for sure) i know i won't be able to do her justice. instead, i've written a application that i am very proud of, and i've tried to express my adoration and love for evenfallkit through my words. i truly hope you enjoy it (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)


☼☁ ii username. . . ☾´ˎ˗

@.-Tea_Leaves-

☾ Normal acc. is @FoxDogCatFrog but I’d like to be more active on @-Tea_Leaves- for right now, and have been for a while actually (might consider moving here as well))

☼☁ iii. preferred pronouns . . . ⭐´ˎ˗

For here it’s is currently she / her/ they, if ever in doubt it’s fine to they/them me : D

☼☁iv. about me . . . ☾´ˎ˗

i'd like to begin with a quote by walt whitman: “ i am large, i contain multitudes. ” this is my life, my truths, and my beliefs, my hopes, and dreams, my quandaries and a little sliver into my life. hopefully, after reading them, you'll have gained a knowledge of who, and what really I am !! enjoy <33 ( ˙▿˙ )

Hello again~ my name, as far as scratch is concerned, is Monnie or Tea~ among so many other things, i'm am, in short, an aspiring artist, writer, and amateur poet. from a very young age, i became captivated by the ability to toy with words, to make stories. But to me it was like I became royal when I would discover a new word and use it in a sentence. A new word with new meanings and secrets, confined to the lined paper and led pencil. that fascination evolved into a passion and somewhat hobby, and to this day I love making stories and writing fan fics, and creating complicated backstories for each and everyone of my characters (this really does become an obsession sometimes). i'm also a competitive athlete – more specifically, a skilled soccer player, a decent basketball participant, a swimmer newbie, and a weak tennis player (although apparently I’m good for a starterXD ). i train a whopping every day except Sunday, so basically 6 days a week, not to mention indoor soccer training on Wednesdays after basketball{ so basically i'm exhausted all the time hh~ /hjjj /nobutactuallyineedtosleep }}. in my spare time, my absolute favorite things to do are reading and spending time with my adorable babies, both of my cats, my dog, and 11 chickens. my favorite book constantly changes and fluctuates into something new, usually in a different genre, but as of right now, i'd say that it's to kill a mockingbird , by Harper Lee. (Contains some bad words and racist and sensitive topics… but it was set in the time that that was okay and, is to this day, still considered a classic must read.) i love any and all animals, music, and i practically live off of hot apple cider with a touch of milk and a generous serving of whipped cream with a shot of caramel sauce while watching the sunset or even a sunrise on a cold early (or late ig) winters morning ( ٩ˊᗜˋ)


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☼☁ v. experience . . . ⭐´ˎ˗

i'm fairly experienced to the world of roleplaying, having joined my first roleplay –Warrior cats rp studio (now renamed the clans reborn) – just over like 4-5 years ago. it was there that my love for roleplaying originated. i found something beautiful in the artful process of investing a piece of yourself into a character, and watching it flourish into something entirely new: a new way to explore what you aren’t, to explore the “what ifs” to make you every character dreams that you could never accomplish on your own.

I was the proud owner of shadowclan's Monarch’abode. as of right now, she's 64-ish moons old and deceased. Monnie was a trial character; it was through my partnership with her that i first began exploring the world of tfcrp. she made it possible for me to explore the roleplay i had agonized over joining for so long and, often times looks at, and helped me understand over the course of our time together. I’d grown truly fond of her, and i'll never forget the journeys we've been on together. when roleplaying with Monnie though, i didn’t typically put as much effort into my responses, because the main reason i had her is experimentation with tfcrp, not writing experimentation. this will change with eve however, who i plan on investing a lot more effort and time into. if i do win evenfalltkit, i plan on dismissing my beloved Monnie permanently. this isn't something i take lightly, though; my goal for each and every one of my characters is to give them a full life. (Except for my dear Monnie who only lived for 2 months ) i do usually prefer to have them die of old age, just because their lives are something i value and cherish, and that shouldn't be ripped from them almost immediately. i feel as though it's my duty to my characters to give them the beautiful ending they deserve and also have it somewhat symbolic to try to resemble life they are leaving behind and once knew. and i'd rather that not be rushed. however, i am ready to move on from Monnie. i've had an amazing time with her, but i'm ready to fully invest myself, and become a part of the tfcrp community !


☼☁ vi. why i'm applying . . . ☾´ˎ˗

the first reason i'm so drawn to this baby is her design. Aysjsbsjdbhh~ it's gorgeous. perfection. symbolic. simply delicious. but in all seriousness, her design has an unbelievable amount of hidden character and charm. Down to the faded sky at the end of her plumed tail, in the tousled quality of each individual strand of her fur, one can glimpse a spark of her gentle beauty basing in elegance; in her glistering, forest brown eyes, there's a sparkle of empathy and even a hint of humbleness. it's amazing to me how so much can fit into one design, and i truly want to unpack all of it, piece by piece, bit by bit. >

secondly, i. have. so. many. plans. for. her. i mean, ever since i saw her the original teaser and litter for the first time, this little darling has been on my mind almost constantly. there are so many things i want to discover anew with her. because Monnie originated as a sign-up, she's rather bland, and doesn't really have any interactions within the clan. hopefully, with eve, that will be different, especially because she has an adopted family, giving me room to make an unnecessary backstory, family. it doesn't hurt that she belongs to shadowclan, (although I’m a sucker for riverclan) and the whole clan dynamic is unique and almost like a fairytail like setting. she's beautiful, and bursting with possibilities. there's a sky full of stars, or even, possibilities out there, and with evenfallkit, it truly feels like i could reach out brisk them with my fingertips, and lounge on the clouds like sofas. (Omg the cringe… sofas? What in the world… :face palm: ))

the final reason i want evenfallkit is more personal preference. i'm ready to step outside of my comfort zone and join the tfcrp roleplaying community, (with a already made family to boot) and i'd be overjoyed to do that with this wonderful little piece of twilight. tfcrp is a roleplay that i've watched from afar for quite a while { not in a creepy stalkerish way totally not ahahaha nobutacually }, but now, i'm fully ready to become a true part of it. i have wandered on the periphery for far too long; it's time that i take the first few steps into this community, and to be able to do so with evenfallkit would be beyond amazing and exuberating !! ☆ﾟ.*ヽ( ᐖゞ)

a note: though i do have as much experience as others with tfcrp and how it functions, i've never roleplayed with a tfcrp kit before. if i do win evenfallkit , i pledge to do my best. it'd be a learning experience for me, so keep that in mind !! I have done this however in my headspace and thought long and hard of almost every outcome { imstableipromise }

☼☁ v. Activity scale . . . ⭐´ˎ˗
If I’m being completely honest, I’d say my activity level out of ten would be a 8.5-9/10. I’m on literally almost every day, but on weekends I’d say it’s more of like a 5.5-7.5/10, like I said above, I’m an competitive athlete and sports’s games usually occur on weekends, but can also come to be on weekdays as well, but it’s not as common, as school gives me a reason to be on scratch (◎ ◎)

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꒰ ⚡︎ ☾‘ Section two ’ ☾ ‧₊˚☆

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☼☁‘ about evenfallkit… ⭐´ˎ˗

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☼☁ vii. appearance . . . ☾´ˎ˗

coming to a final height of 9.9 inches, this poet is anything but dainty. her pelt is adorned of tinted clouds and twilight, streaked with frosted stripes and stars, as of her namesake. the coloration of her fur is a beauty, poetic writing form the tongues of the great poets before her, adorned with the ethereal pearl of a moonbeam, each patterns emerge like intricate works of art – stripes, spots, marbling, fading of each hue into another to make a whole new masterpiece, each one a reflection of eve’s individuality and a testimony to the diversity of her own creations, her stories projected by her interpretation of her fairytales. her fur catches the light in a dance of crevices mixed with the coming sunlight, giving depth to its essence and revealing the underlying strength and agility of the poet it cloaks. the pelt seems to ripple like liquid moonlight as she moves, a living testament to grace and fluidity. in the depths of this luxurious being, one can detect the almost whisper of this mysterious creature’s secrets. it carries the scent of the poet’s heart, a heavy blend of earth, sky, sun, of freedom and words. this pelt, meticulously groomed and maintained, is a shield against the elements, a silent guardian against the dangers and woe’s of nature. to behold her pelt is to witness a work of art in constant motion, like someone intricately carved each every one of her markings, her being, from the fluffy wisps of the now passing clouds, a living embodiment of unspoken language of elegance and stature.

her eyes, a deep ruddy brown sparked with imagery, imagination, and mystery, like two great towering oaks, thick with the coming fall, where they can make their leaves fall like fire from the heavens. Her eyes tell a story, only conveyed by the slight moment of the pupils, or the eyelids coming over the eye is a synchronized symphony. Even the smallest trick of the light, can make someone think they saw a whole world in the spark of emotion that flash’s through the thoughts and mind of eve, only seen through the eyes. overtime as the humble beauty comes out of her cave of secrets and becomes more outspoken, her eyes will reflect and blend into a nice warm green, tinted with flecks of a variation of shades of brown. This unspoken language can only be interpreted by the most observant and pure of heart, many will not see the kingdom they are placed in, nor the people (cats…) they encounter could lead them to a whole new horizon they never even imagined. The soft brown and green hues can be easily mistaken for a sort of zoning out of this world and into the next, but evenfall experiences this world, with interest, and it speaks to her, it sparks something inside her being, and she falls into this pool of a new world, a place where her voice can be heard, and she can sing the sweet reminiscence of the moment. And yet, the sweet melody is lost in the noise and emotion of others and is the still quiet voice in your head telling you to dream.

in her presence, life is a grand poetic tale, journey, and she is the storyteller of its most magnificent moments. her laughter resounds like the sweetest of melodies, a gentle reminder of the elegant beauty, and her words, poetic as if the heart of gold that is caught singing. she is a enigma of defining, but quiet determination and deep compassion, a breathtaking combinement of unspoken strength and vulnerability. her presence is not just skin deep; it deepens and creates itself from the depths of her poetic soul and the ones around her, in every new mysterious crevice found within the depths of her being. in a world that sometimes craves the evil and darkness, evenfallkit is a reminder that beauty and elegance doesn’t need to be flashy, but can be quiet and humble, gently and deeply felt, a somewhat light to that darkness. that passion can be a guiding light, and that a fiery spirit can illuminate the darkest of nights with a shooting specs of beauty. where no stars can be seen for miles, this streak of light in the night sky is the embodiment of life's vibrant poem, or rather it’s one giant story, an ever-burning flame of mystery and light combining all at once, that leaves a quiet, but reminiscent impression on all who have the privilege of knowing her.

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☼☁ viii. personality . . . ⭐´ˎ˗

–‧₊˚ ☆ positive traits . . . ☆ ´ˎ˗
– ☾ imaginative
– ☾ empathetic
– ☾ intelligent
– ☾ integrous

–‧₊˚ ☆ neutral traits . . . ☆ ´ˎ˗
– ☾ quiet
– ☾ antisocial
– ☾ curious
– ☾ lacks self confidence
– ☾ honest

–‧₊˚ ☆ negative traits . . . ☆ ´ˎ˗
– ☾ obstinant
– ☾ self image fluctuates
– ☾ enmity
– ☾ somewhat judgemental

☼☁ ix. detailed personality . . . ☾´ˎ˗

in the entire world of personalities, there exists a rare poem, a short stanza – an individual who embodies a particular personality, not to mention the traits that make her a true congener of words and poems. this poet isn't without her typos, of course, but in the end they only add to the beauty of the poem in a whole. Evenfallkit is a whirlwind of contradictions and inward quandaries, and endless dreaming.

. positive traits .

Imaginative– imagination is how the world runs. It’s how one can escape, or even create a whole new world. This is how evenfall can functionally change and create new worlds that she can only see. She often gets lost in the vast majority of the different ways she has imagined life to be like. She’ll also go over a scene over and over in her mind when talking to people. She will carefully calculate every answer, question, witty remark, outcome, and troubles of her decisions making sure she gets everything correct and doesn’t make a fool of herself in the process.

empathetic – Even possesses a remarkable ability to perceive the emotions and experiences of others, forging deep connections through the unspoken language of empathy. though she can often be quite loud and unabashed, Vea is also capable of offering comfort to those in need and a refuge for those seeking a shoulder to lean on. this compassion knows no bounds, extending to strangers and one’s of close relation. when in the company of this particularly quiet but strong-willed, one can find a sanctuary where judgment is absent, and compassion reigns supreme. she empathizes, embracing the pain and even the triumphs of others as if they were her own burden.

intelligent – Vea basically came out of the womb talking. (/j nobutacually)She’s been fascinated by words and their ability to spin and manipulate a story or an event to one’s gain buy just changing some phrases. This fascination has helped Evenfallkit pick up bits and pieces of past experiences and different worlds expanding her horizons and broadening her knowledge. Her determination to discover new words has lead her to have a somewhat wider vocabulary than most, which she can easily lure you in with the sweet sound of the words, blended together to create a captivating speech.

integrous – integrity is the foundation to trust. Trust that can lead you to a successful victory. Integrity had the underlying connection to empathy. The ability to empathize, and trust one another is the key to Vea’s success, and overall ability to strike up a, quiet, but meaningful conversation with the hurting of a stranger. She builds her life on this philosophy making her trait most desirable to on-lookers, filled with hatred and greed. If she sees, or moreover searches someone hurting, a flood is held behind those beep creamy brown eyes, that slowly increases and can lead to the flood washing out like a tidal wave onto the unsuspecting surface of the beach. She will offer to sit and grieve with the person (cat..?) until they feel mentally ready. She will never ask questions or try to comfort them. Just her presence, she will find later in life, is enough to calm a person’s spirit.

. neutral traits .

Quiet – ever since she was found in the forest, eve has always been quiet. It’s not a bad quality in itself but can have damaging effects on others as well as eve. Her quietness presents itself as a wall that evenfall has to breakdown, overcome to help her continue being able to function. Others can be hurt by lack of motivation or complement, and this only makes eve more likely to shy away. She is a fragile butterfly surrounded by birds, pecking and squawking, all around.

Antisocial – this intertwines with her quiet nature, and I I mentioned above, the lack of outspoken love and motivation can lead eve to ponder if she’s not good at talking to others.

curious – curiosity killed the cat. This saying, as much as I dislike it, it tells the truth in a nutshell. Evenfall is sometimes too curious for her own good. Despite being the quiet beauty everyone thinks she is, she oftentimes wanders off to explore and kindle that yearning to discover. He heart soars whenever her curiosities lead to a gain of knowledge and new discovery.

Lacking self confidence– just ask anyone she’s close to. Her utter lack of confidence in herself frustrates her, and makes her angry at herself. But her quiet demeanor makes it seem like she has not but a care in the world, to which if they were to see her thoughts and innermost heart, they’d find that it’s a lonely place with no confidence whatsoever, or wherever to be found. (She’ll get over it when she’s older)

honest – blunt, untainted honesty can make someone feel great, or make someone fall away, hurt. This is often times what happens to poor evenfallkit. Caught in the middle of the two worlds she could make, one with a rejoicing spirt, or one who walks in despair, a darkness that covers their soul. The only words she’ll get out are honest ones at most. This leads to conflict, which leads to self opinion changing, which leads to Eve becoming quieter and quieter.

. negative traits .

obstinate – eve is a strong advocate for her beliefs. an advocate force of persistence, but quiet persistence. she refuses to be swayed by adversity or peer pressure nonetheless. this quality has its uses, true, but it can cause rifts and disagreements. Evenfall in this sense, can become her own worst enemy, and will face turmoil and angst within her own being when conflict arises.

Fluctuates self image regularly– every poem starts with an idea. An idea that can form from the simplest things, although, words can be changed typos can be found, often discouraging the poet. It can make them happy, sad, angry, depressed. But all collectively they combine into one beautiful poem full of emotion. This is evenfall.

Enmity – concealed anger. This burning hatred can be brought on as quickly as a spark falling on a dry field. This can be brought on by all sorts of things, all factors, ie. someone talking down about others, bullying, etc. Of course she never voices her opinions or openly lashes out unless the situation is dire.

Judgemental – this also goes hand in hand with enmity. The same type of feeling. She does this, not out of spite, but because she is human (cat..?). Whenever she judges however, she feels sad and ashamed of her actions, trying to give secret gifts and presents.

in the end, she is a blend of gifts and curses, good and evil, and I’m exited to unpack each and every one of those traits, fitting them into her story– she’s a thrilling combination of social anxiety, contrasting the deep introspection,. – a remarkable testament to the endless complexity of the spirit, heart, and mind. {butwhydidthisacuallydrainmymotivationsendhelp}

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☼☁ x. philosophies . . . ⭐´ˎ˗

herself – as explained below, in section xi, evenfallkit will question who she is for practically most of her life upon finding herself nearing the end of her apprenticeship. Also explained in the negative traits section, Comprehending the ideas of who she is and what she is have always raged in her mind, but she’s never found the answer. (( I’ll talk about this more later ))

her family – Vea loves her family with all her heart, and considers them to be trustworthy people( cats…) that she can talk to and share to, without having them judge her harshly or crudely. To show her gratitude, she sends little gifts and trinkets she finds, hoping that they will continue to love her. But her self-consciousness has a tendency of it’s own, flaring up when she doesn’t know what to do, whether it be talking, or just being a good daughter/sister. This make her feel like she needs to earn they’re love and gratitude, regather that it be given freely.

her friends – somewhat same as family in a sense.She will give her friends little gifts and trinkets so they can keep on being friends; feeling like she has to earn their friendship. This can also make her an easy target for manipulation, but Vea is so caught up with what the friend thinks of her, she will oftentimes not see the problem, until it’s too late.

her love life – I feel as if Eve would be a helpless romantic, to shy to actually speak her feelings; but she would somehow find a way once her and the other were completely comfortable, and she knew it was time. But along with her family and her friends, she would give gifts to them. They would be just random things picked from the ground, they would be full of meaning and memories, ie. flowers from their first date, wedding, proposal, her “hair ties” that were used to style it that day etc. she loves the idea of a forbidden romance, so mysterious and beautiful tangled together in one rhythmic stanza that should be spoken in rhythm to the heart.

her clan – she has a deep respect for shadowclan, after all, one of her parents is the leader. But the heritage of cats from long ago, like Blackstar, and the great Tigerstar {does tfcrp have anything to do with the books?!} are names she has memorized. She belongs here, among the tall trees and spore-filled mushrooms. This is her home, and she’d do anything to protect it.

the warrior code – she thinks the rules set in place are for good reason and should be followed… that is, if you can find some sort of loophole. Boarder Buddies is one of the ways she will ‘twist’ the warrior code, after hearing that it’s allowed to an extent. She believes that shadowclan was rooted in one of the best codes, and she intends to make her clan proud.

starclan and the dark forest – she dreams and hopes that there is something after death, she somehow knows deep down that there is, but she wants to fit in with other people, who may have a different opinion. She will act the part (believing for example the world is flat) to please the person, but she will know that it’s not. Her sympathy is like a ray of sunshine bursting through the clouds.

death – same with starclan and the dark forest, she believes there is in fact, life after death. But struggling with the idea that until she herself dies, she will never get to be with her loved ones again. She will struggle greatly with loss and it will effect her greatly, often leading to lonely walks by herself trying to grab onto the idea that whoever had died wasn’t coming back.

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☼☁ xi. future plans . . . ☾´ˎ˗

lbtqia+ arc – so, i was thinking that over the course of her apprenticeship and her early moons as a warrior, Evenfall will experiment with several different pronouns, until ultimately deciding on one that fits her spunk and energy.For the record, nothing is set in stone, I’d like me to be be able to help Vea discover it, and let her find this out by herself, and not to have everything divided already. but i do think her final pronouns will be feminine-aligning, or at least attached to femininity, such as she / her, she / they, they / she, and she / fae. as for sexuality, she won't think about that until the final moons of her apprenticeship, or as an early warrior. end result of her discovery of sexuality, and finding out what could happen when it comes to who she’s attracted to. though i can say she could well be pansexual or bisexual maybe…

self-discovery arc – something Vea will really struggle with is her identity. what does it mean to be me? who is am I? what makes me me? these are all questions she asks herself, beginning in her friends and family discovering that they’re queer or not, and having peace. I want to giver a a poem, her poem, a poem she will add onto and illustrate with picture and words, to change and fluctuate with the passing of time and discovery. { i'm definitely super excited to explore this concept further~ nothing is absolute yet, but i do really like the idea of this }

romance – some time during Vea’s warriorhood, i hope that she can find a mate and have a family. I do want her to have a little romance experience before, hopefully a short-term but we’ll have to see how her story plays out.

clan presence and rank – I can see Eve wanting to be a leader, but is too shy, I can also see her as a med cat, but blood and injury makes her sick to her stomach. In my eyes I see her as a strong warrior who’d rather not hurt someone with their claws, but trying to not escalate the situation. I also see her as a cute little grandma in the elders den, eyes almost fully green, telling all the kits her story’s and poems.

longevity – she must never die nooooo ToT /hj~ i plan on keeping Vea till she's at the very least 80-100 moons. (around that range) i want her to have a long, happy life !! { why can i picture her as a really cute grandma telling her grandkids about her poems!!}
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☼☁ xii. trivia . . .⭐´ˎ˗

nicknames – Evenfall, Eve, Evie, Fall, Fay (or Fae Fay), Even, Vea, Val, Evan ( please suggest more :pleads

scent – her scent will be a brisk evening with a hint of pine that clings to her fur, with an underlying scent of forest, and creek-bed.

voice claim – soooo i can't think of a specific person right now, but her voice is calm, clear, and generally soft and silky,if anyone knows a voice that would be a good fit, tell me :c

personality type – evenfallkit is a huge introvert ; her mbti, is a Mediator
INFP-T her zodiac sign is unknown as of right now, but i think she's most similar to a pisces, sweet ya know. her alignment is lawful good ; Eve’s temperament is mostly ; melancholic; her enneagram is 4 ; her hogwarts house is undoubtably Hufflepuff lol.

theme song – if i had to assign evenfall a singular song, i'd say it'd be some mixture of suneater by leanna firestone, or Lofi… or even record player by Bella the great… or willow by Jasmine Thompson. { leaning towards willow but this could change}

habits – one of her biggest habits is fiddling with her hair, twirling it, braiding it etc. when nervous or anxious. Another habit is her tail will flick whenever she’s frustrated or upset, it’s the only indicator that she’s trying not to lash out.

quirks – her biggest quirk is she’ll hum quietly to herself when bored, not knowing. She is relentlessly frustrated when this occurs, especially when someone compliments her humming. When she’s embarrassed the tips of her ears and her cheeks will flush bright red and her eyes with spark with fear… { well not really fear, more of like sudden surprise and embarrassment }

secret fear – Vea is secretly terrified of being constantly watched by her clan mates, silently judging her and laughing at her actions. however, she would never share this secret with anyone, except those closest to her. Often saying how terrible it was that all eyes were watching her waiting for her to mess up so they can laugh and make fun of her.

favorite color – she delights in any sort of color in general, but if she had to pick one it would likely be either forest green, or deeper river blue. to her, it speaks of nature’s greatest secrets, the way the world lives, opposites, land and sea.

favorite pastimes – there are four things that evenfallkit loves to spend her time doing: crafting, doing others hair, swimming, and nature walks. she can usually be found doing one of the things described above. She can get overwhelmed easily, especially socially ( braiding hair mostly, having to socialize) so this is when she can be found taking natures walks alone, going to her favorite place.

favorite flower – beastie's favorite flower is a marigold, the soft yellow and oranges remind her of the sunset, and they’re strong sent catches in your nostrils and makes you dizzy.

favorite season – her favorite season is newleaf, as it's a period of rebirth and rejoicing, a time when winter's icy grip loosens its hold. there's something breathtakingly beautiful to Even in the way the first blooming of the flowers make the air itself carry a wonderful fragrence. a fragrance that whispers of awakening, of growth, an endless cycle of life.

favorite time of day – her favorite time of day is evenfall, nightfall, and sunsset. she finds the conclusion of the day enchanting and wondrous . to her, its beauty is almost unbearable. a symphony of colors, emotions, and whispered beginings, and even ends, as the last breaths of daylight linger, the sky becomes a canvas of firey hues. the final sighs of the setting sun, caress the edges of clouds, stoking them with the warmth of their embrace leaving for only a bit before they reunite. as the first stars timidly appear, like diamonds scattered upon a deep dark, the world seems to shut its eyes and wait.

Talent - her weird talent is braiding, or knotting hair. Or really doing anything with hair, curling, braiding etc. it calms her down and I plan on her doing special things with it for ceremony’s in this order:
Apprentice ceremony- curls! I’m thinking of wrapping her hair in curlers (sticks) and being so proud)
Warrior ceremony- waves!! She’ll have more experience and have the curlers, but make her hair not as tightly tied. She’ll have a braid on the back of her head, her hair tie being a flower stem with the flower still intact.
I’ll add more later ^^

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☼☁ xiii. research . . .☾´ˎ˗

⚠ CW: Contains topics + research about social anxiety, below ~for your safety, if you are sensitive to topics like this, please click off or read cautiously! take care guys <3

Social anxiety

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i. People with social anxiety have a fear of socializing to avoid embarrasment and being scrutinized and judged by others. Social anxiety can interfere in personal relationships due to stress associated with socialization. Although it is chronic and cannot be cured, there are methods to build confidence and improve social skills to accommodate.

ii. Social Anxiety disorder can also be an intense, persistent fear of being watched and judged by others. People with social anxiety tend to have a rigid body posture, have a softer voice, have difficulty making eye contact, avoid being around strangers, or refrain from talking to people in social situations, even when they want to.

iii. Social anxiety often develops in people in their teenage years. People with social anxiety may also avoid interaction due to a fear of being the center of attention or accidentally offending someone. People may experience a rapid heartbeat, muscle tension, and stomach aches in a stressful social situation.

iv. People with social anxiety often know that their fears are irrational or nonsensical but the feelings persist. Even with lots of exposure to socialization, people with social anxiety will remain anxious in social situations.

Personal experience additions!
Sometimes I come off as paranoid to others and even to myself as I tend to assume the worst in situations, that people are plotting against me or talking behind my back. Even though I know the people personally most of the time and know that they wouldn’t do things like that, the anxiety persists even beyond my reasoning. I get overwhelmed very easily by noise specifically caused by people and when the environment around me seems turbulent and chaotic, caused by people.

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☼☁ xiv. roleplay samples . . .⭐´ˎ˗

note – i intend to write in descriptive scenes, it is important to note that my style constantly fluctuates.I will for the most part try to match the thread length, but I will make it more lengthy if necessary or with permission.

₊ °+ ⊹⎯ ꒰ ✧ evenfallkit 4 moons☽ ’ a wanderer comes home’ ☽ slightly cool with an underlying feeling of winter overtaking autumn ✧ ꒱ ⎯⊹ +° ₊


‘ insert title here ’ – in which Evenfall wanders from camp, and goes in search of a new her, into the wilderness, past the dogfish canal, through the birch orchard, past the angelfish lake where she stops to restore her heart (I’ll get into that more later) through the redwood sea and the Purple Heart forest, where then she comes to lilac garden where her breath is stolen from her, upon then coming to her final destination, roadrunner desert.
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You       who I don’t know       I don’t know how to talk to you   

—What is it like for you there?

Here … well, wanting solitude; and talk; friendship—
The uses of solitude. To imagine; to hear.
Learning braille. To imagine other solitudes.
But they will not be mine;
to wait, in the quiet; not to scatter the voices—

What are you afraid of?

What will happen. All this leaving. And meetings, yes. But death.   
What happens when you die?

“… not scatter the voices,”

Drown out. Not make a house, out of my own words. To be quiet in   
another throat; other eyes; listen for what it is like there. What   
word. What silence. Allowing. Uncertain: to drift, in the
restlessness … Repose. To run like water—

What is it like there, right now?

Listen: the crowding of the street; the room. Everyone hunches in   
against the crowding; holding their breath: against dread.

What do you dread?

What happens when you die?

What do you dread, in this room, now?

Not listening. Now. Not watching. Safe inside my own skin.
To die, not having listened. Not having asked … To have scattered   
life.

Yes I know: the thread you have to keep finding, over again, to   
follow it back to life; I know. Impossible, sometimes.

Sanctuary ~ Jean Valentine
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we come to a troubled soul, a soul who goes by the name of evenfall. Her motives are unknown by those who know her. when they ask she responds with a smile on her lips and casually says, “just for a walk.” and makes her way towards one of the three streams, following the way the water flows, to where? no one knows {ayyyisthatarhymeIhear?!? >}
The trek would be treacherous and difficult, but no one knows that when starting off. The start of full of energy and determination, but they come back along the way, only the best journeymen make it to the finishing destination.

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The sound of rushing water rang in the ears of our protagonist, not yet experienced and ready to become our narrator. The sky was dark blue, and the smell of rotting autumn could be made out among the forests. And this is where she would venture. The mist that was spit from the creek made her fur dampened. But it only added to her excitement. Her newly groomed fur coat shivered with exhilaration, or maybe… worry? She would occasionally wade in and follow the current. She was following the northern stream that ran through camp, to her sanctuary.

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The wet, squishy leaves, making the paws of the grey-furred kit, old enough to question. To think. To wonder. weaving her way through the eternity of trees she has stumbled into, following the creek. she gazed around at that which surrounds her with a gleaming doe-eyed gaze. Her eyes spelled with appreciation for shadowclan’s lush and beautiful forest. Soon the dark barked trees, towering overhead, it began to blend into a variety of white speckled trees, dying. Its trunks were barren, a living skeleton. A skeleton forest. She added it to her poem.

The fast flowing creek was now too hard to wade into, that she had to walk long the bank, gazing at the fast-flowing water, that could easily grab her and take her away, under the clear glass surface, never to come up again. She added it to her poem and continued to walk alongside the water.

It widened to a canal, the dogfish canal to be exact, and it looked even more enticing. Vea stopped her tail flicked with anticipation and reached outward towards the water, her reflection contorted with ripples. She splashed the water with a flick of her paw, splashing the river bank where her paws stood. She giggled as she was sprayed with the droplets, then it dies in her throat. She was laughing at her own actions. Not of someone else’s, no she had sprayed water on herself. Her smile faded and a tear fell to the ground, making a darkened spot in the earth. She added it to her poem and walked on.

The skeleton trees were getting denser and yet sparser, then out of nowhere a lake materialized from the trees. the shore was huge and varied from colors which got dark the closer you got to the lake. Her face brightened once more and she bounded to the waters edge and looked inside the water. A small guppy looked back and swam quickly across the lake. Surprised at the sudden movement, Even’s creamy, dark brown eyes went wide. She giggled and smiled at the little guppy, but she had to leave. It was calling her elsewhere, her sanctuary could not wait. She added this encounter to her poem and walked on, leaving her paw prints in the sand. If one would’ve followed, the prints would’ve led to the redwood sea.

Huge red trees toward over the edge of the lake, across from where the prints first started. She followed them in a daze, but she knew this was where she had to go. Big red giants filled the sky, covering the sun. The only light that had been seen as in clusters of light. The trees seemed to speak, the rustles of the leaves, the slow creaking of their towering trunks, the animal’s running over the branches, scurrying through their leafy haven. She added it to her poem and continued to walk.

The trees became white, not like the skeleton trees, but pure white. “Even more skeleton trees, but just bone?” She asked to no one in particular. She reached out and touched the white skin of the bark, not knowing what her world feel. She shivered and her paw pads graced the cold surface of the tree. She was then, terribly frightened. She ran. As the white-boned trees cleared from view, she added it to her ever growing poem.

She came across a field of purple. The buds drying, and dying from the cold. Slowly Turing brown, but still retaining their purple color. She gasped at the sight and bounded over to investigate. She sniffed the colors and her eyes fluttered and she picked one with her teeth and winched slightly at the bitter taste. “Blech! You taste pretty yucky for looking so pretty!” She said indignantly. But she couldn’t leave it, so she went out of her way to give it a new form. She sat down and picked the petals. She picked them one by one secretly wishing an unspoken wish to each and every one of the 16 petals. First for her mother, witching she could be just as wise and elegant as her mother. She stuck the petal into her fur behind her ear, sho she would always listen. The next for mulberry, she wished that she could be as carefree and funny as him, this went behind her other ear. Then switched the both in her chest fur. Closest to her heart. She continued to which upon a petal after petal, telling them each and every one of her wishes then putting them in her fur. Then number 16 she thought of something that filled her heart with sadness. She whispered to the petal, pressing it to her lips so it could hear, “dear petal I wish that I could—“ she paused for a moment to collect herself, “ I wish that, I could find my parents. Or why they left me and my brother.” afterwards she tucked the petal at the brink of her tail and cried silently. She cried for her parents, and why they had decided to give her and their brother up. For the pain they might’ve experienced. For the pain she experienced. She lifted her tear streaked eyes towards the sky, ‘twas evenfall. The sky was a dying fireball. The pinks and orange mixed together. Her eyes began to droop and she yawned. She pressed a nest together with the flowers and lied down. While she closed her eyes she added it to her poem.(( She was found later, sleeping, by a patrol and was returned to her very frightened and worried mother. She wasn’t aloud to an entire out of camp again.))

roleplay starter thingys ideas :

Self rp only ₊ °+ ⊹⎯ ꒰ ✧ characters name & age ☽ ’ title ’ ☽ weather ✧ ꒱ ⎯⊹ +° ₊

✩⃛ೄ Joint Rp example with @ & age/✧.*/ ❝title ❞ /✧.*/ weather /✧.*/

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☼☁ xiv. conclusion . . .☾´ˎ˗

Evenfall is a time of death, but new beginnings. A sky full of mystery and wonder. A sky that can make you feel many things. Joy. Hope. Sadness. But we need to enjoy the lasting colors while they last, witch is a lesson in itself.

in conclusion, i am super grateful for the opportunity to present my application to you. it has been a joy to write about this scrunkly little angel, and i hope that you, experienced the joy I, myself, felt while reading this. thank you so much <3!!

- Tea