Warrior Cats of the Forest
of the Forest
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Sunkenskull
Sunkenstar
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Thought I;d write something for her in 1st person...because eh, what not? Not my best writing but I was mainly trying to stick to Sunken's vocabulary so yeah...and no I haven;t stopped Ask Sunken, just planning everything out ;)
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I used two different layers, one for the light part which I shaded, then added the dark splotches with a dirty looking brush on a another layer and then shaded those. 
I actually think it's a good thing you killed her off so quick. She's one of those characters that would have probably -I may be wrong, of course- faded out poorly. Her death was well timed, if only from a perspective of the whole plot.
Yeah, it's sort of how I play her now, since I can;t write for her anymore, I draw her.
And this is what i get for making her have realistic health problems of a person with brain damage *sigh* but I still extremely regret killing her. She had something I haven;t been able to pull off in any other character like her and I just sort of tossed it out the moment I started really getting to understand her character even more, because what I wrote of her back story was just a summary of her life, not a lot of the details and it didn;t really show how her thought process worked and such...so that's sort of why i wrote the piece of text below...
brilliant, i rambled
And this is what i get for making her have realistic health problems of a person with brain damage *sigh* but I still extremely regret killing her. She had something I haven;t been able to pull off in any other character like her and I just sort of tossed it out the moment I started really getting to understand her character even more, because what I wrote of her back story was just a summary of her life, not a lot of the details and it didn;t really show how her thought process worked and such...so that's sort of why i wrote the piece of text below...
brilliant, i rambled
I think it's funny that most of your drawings of Sunken came after she died x)
You didn't really have a choice to do something other than kill her though. Her health was deteriorating all throughout her life and she wasn't holding up very well towards the end... like we saw with "Sick"
You didn't really have a choice to do something other than kill her though. Her health was deteriorating all throughout her life and she wasn't holding up very well towards the end... like we saw with "Sick"
She's by far the the character with the most depth I have ever had and I seriously regret killing her off so soon. But there's nothing I can do to play her again without her suddenly coming back to life all bones and such XD so yeah...graaah i seriously hate myself for killing her so quickly.
Thanks guys 
and thank you Ember, it seems to be the only kind of coat I can draw semi-correctly.
and thank you Ember, it seems to be the only kind of coat I can draw semi-correctly.
As I said before, it's a really great story
The drawing is cool, as always the coat really does look and move like a fur coat.
The drawing is cool, as always the coat really does look and move like a fur coat.
I take a deep breath and look at myself in the cracked mirror before me. I haven't seen what I look like in a year know, even remnants of mirrors are hard find in the city so it's normal for people not to know what they even look like ever in their lives. Many prefer not to even be curious about their appearance and live in their own little fantasy where they believe they're simply gorgeous when really they look like a frog got hit by an oncoming monster. I hate people like that, they usually call me names as well which doesn't help. So I just hit them. It feels good. Usually make them look better as well.
I've gotten used to it though, the name calling. Yeah it hurts still, but what am I going to do, stick my thumb in my mouth and blow so hard the dent will pop out like magic and I'll look semi-normal? I wish. But nope, life just has to suck for me. Especially because I'm a leader now and that makes EVERYTHING worse.
Tilting my head to the side I pull back my hair and look at the wound beneath my right ear. It's creepy as heck. Glass had to calm me down the first time I saw it. It'd scare the living daylights out of anyone if you realized you have a big crater in your head. Sure does gives me some nice headaches as well. Which doesn't help with all the noise Nightclan makes, gets me a bit pissed if you know what I mean.
I drop my hair and lean forward, squinting at my face now. I have the worse eyesight in the world, I swear, can't see my own hand a few inches in front of my face some times or a person a yard away from me. Started after I got hit as well, my eyes can't seem to decide if I can see fine or horrible. Anyway, I look much older than I remember, no duh. I'm starting to grow into my features finally, it's been long enough. I actually sort of look like a woman now, don't feel like one, but look like one. I sort of look like my mother now that I think of it. What a horrible thought. I hated that woman-excuse me, STILL hate her. She's dead now just FYI but apparently I'm going to look a lot like her in a couple years if I make the same mistakes that she did. Let's just hope I don't have any brats and I should be good. I despise kids anyway, they ask too many questions, so I'm sure it won't be too hard to avoid having any.
Okay enough of admiring my baby face. I pull back and rub under my eyes, groaning, before shaking out my hands and smoothing back my bangs which flop right back down in front of my eyes again. Shoot. I do it for a second time and soon I'm cursing and twirling around in circles trying to get my STUPID BANGS TO STAY OUT OF MY GOSH DARN EYES! GAAAAH! Finally I give up, panting and blowing the short strands of hair out of my eyes which of course flutter right back down in front of my vision which has miraculously returned to letting be nearsighted. Why? Because it hates me. As does everything; even my hair.
I growl and march out of the abandoned house and back onto the alleys of Nightclan. I walk down them, glancing this way and that, making sure there's no intruders. Even if there was, it's not like I would do anything about it, probably just give them a fair warning then send some idiot from my clan to go take care of them. If you haven't notice, I really don't like being leader. Nobody listens to you, and it reaaaaaaally ticks me off when people ignore me. I mean reeeeaaaaally. Really.
I swear that Ghost kid is the only one who actually has a brain big enough to understand how to listen, thank goodness. I'd leave already and take my chances in the city if he wasn't at least intelligent-and dare I say slightly attractive-enough to be of use. Luckily he's both of those. Ha! Wow...I'm a teenager again. Grow up Sunken, the mirror says you're a grown woman now, might as well play the role while you're at it.
Camp isn't too far off now and I can already hear those chatter boxes from where I am among the buildings. Watch as they're disobeying my orders of no mating or free time right at this moment. I bet they are. The maggots, I leave for an hour and suddenly everyone's making babies or having a good time like they have a choice in the matter. I don't think they understand that what I'm doing is to help them. They want to win a fight against Moonclan and that's what I'm trying to help them do. Simple as that. I'm not trying to make them hate me. Of course, they probably think I'm some crazy maniac without a brain cell in her head, which could be very true, but I'm still their leader who has some excellent ideas if I do say so myself. So they should listen, or I swear I'm going to tear my hair out or something more important at that. Deep breaths Sunken, deep breaths, I tell myself before inhaling tightly, raising my head, rolling back my shoulders and walking into my clan like I own it. Because b___h please, I do.
I've gotten used to it though, the name calling. Yeah it hurts still, but what am I going to do, stick my thumb in my mouth and blow so hard the dent will pop out like magic and I'll look semi-normal? I wish. But nope, life just has to suck for me. Especially because I'm a leader now and that makes EVERYTHING worse.
Tilting my head to the side I pull back my hair and look at the wound beneath my right ear. It's creepy as heck. Glass had to calm me down the first time I saw it. It'd scare the living daylights out of anyone if you realized you have a big crater in your head. Sure does gives me some nice headaches as well. Which doesn't help with all the noise Nightclan makes, gets me a bit pissed if you know what I mean.
I drop my hair and lean forward, squinting at my face now. I have the worse eyesight in the world, I swear, can't see my own hand a few inches in front of my face some times or a person a yard away from me. Started after I got hit as well, my eyes can't seem to decide if I can see fine or horrible. Anyway, I look much older than I remember, no duh. I'm starting to grow into my features finally, it's been long enough. I actually sort of look like a woman now, don't feel like one, but look like one. I sort of look like my mother now that I think of it. What a horrible thought. I hated that woman-excuse me, STILL hate her. She's dead now just FYI but apparently I'm going to look a lot like her in a couple years if I make the same mistakes that she did. Let's just hope I don't have any brats and I should be good. I despise kids anyway, they ask too many questions, so I'm sure it won't be too hard to avoid having any.
Okay enough of admiring my baby face. I pull back and rub under my eyes, groaning, before shaking out my hands and smoothing back my bangs which flop right back down in front of my eyes again. Shoot. I do it for a second time and soon I'm cursing and twirling around in circles trying to get my STUPID BANGS TO STAY OUT OF MY GOSH DARN EYES! GAAAAH! Finally I give up, panting and blowing the short strands of hair out of my eyes which of course flutter right back down in front of my vision which has miraculously returned to letting be nearsighted. Why? Because it hates me. As does everything; even my hair.
I growl and march out of the abandoned house and back onto the alleys of Nightclan. I walk down them, glancing this way and that, making sure there's no intruders. Even if there was, it's not like I would do anything about it, probably just give them a fair warning then send some idiot from my clan to go take care of them. If you haven't notice, I really don't like being leader. Nobody listens to you, and it reaaaaaaally ticks me off when people ignore me. I mean reeeeaaaaally. Really.
I swear that Ghost kid is the only one who actually has a brain big enough to understand how to listen, thank goodness. I'd leave already and take my chances in the city if he wasn't at least intelligent-and dare I say slightly attractive-enough to be of use. Luckily he's both of those. Ha! Wow...I'm a teenager again. Grow up Sunken, the mirror says you're a grown woman now, might as well play the role while you're at it.
Camp isn't too far off now and I can already hear those chatter boxes from where I am among the buildings. Watch as they're disobeying my orders of no mating or free time right at this moment. I bet they are. The maggots, I leave for an hour and suddenly everyone's making babies or having a good time like they have a choice in the matter. I don't think they understand that what I'm doing is to help them. They want to win a fight against Moonclan and that's what I'm trying to help them do. Simple as that. I'm not trying to make them hate me. Of course, they probably think I'm some crazy maniac without a brain cell in her head, which could be very true, but I'm still their leader who has some excellent ideas if I do say so myself. So they should listen, or I swear I'm going to tear my hair out or something more important at that. Deep breaths Sunken, deep breaths, I tell myself before inhaling tightly, raising my head, rolling back my shoulders and walking into my clan like I own it. Because b___h please, I do.
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