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ROSEPAW DARLING ✧ tanglewood — rookie — tags

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[ *pretends rosie's joining thread was actually two days ago and not several weeks in the past* ]

Rosie was not the type to make a quiet entrance. She was a baby doll princess, all pretty looks and fierce personality. Where she went, she made certain that everyone was aware of her and basking in her considerable glory. Therefore, a few days after she was welcomed into this drab swamp of a territory, it was quite out of character for her not to have made herself more known.

Of course, she had arrived a bit late in the day originally, and dedicated her time to perfecting her room. It was, of course, crucial that she had somewhere beautiful to come back to whenever she grew bored (or simply tired of swamp and more swamp). The second day she'd decided to explore a bit on her own before demanding that others pay attention to her and take her on more thorough tours. Which, really, is where she had made her critical error.

(God, she knew she should have just made a scene and forced these new Clanmates of hers to lead her around. Clearly, taking the less attention-seeking route could only end terribly.)

The dainty white wolf was furious as she finally stormed back into their camp, covered in mud and sullen. Even the chrysanthemums that sprouted in her pawsteps looked soggy, weighed down by the mud coating her paws. Pandora, the tiny hummingbird spirit, fluttered anxiously over her shoulder as the diva dramatically came to a stop, lifted her head, and screamed, "BECKY!"

There was a pause as she waited, a very clear pout in place. Evidently Rosie didn't need that much of an audience to work herself up in front of, because it only took a couple of started glances for her to start ranting, "Becky, this hell swamp is trying to kill me! I don't know how, but I know you're doing this, ghosty boy -- tell your damn swamp to stop attacking me!" There was a pause, as she narrowed her baby blue eyes, and then she demanded, "Did you curse me?! You cursed me, didn't you! BECKY!"