Name: Saplin (sapling without the g becuz it sounds cooler) Age: 11 Species: Cat Gender: Female Personality: curious, nervous, jittery, shy Likes: plants, books, silence, nature Dislikes: rock music, people who take plants for granted, parties, bright light Relationships: Erik(father), Dusky(sister), all the plants(best friends) Theme Song: The Show~Lenka -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- BACKSTORY -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Saplin was born in a village of ruthless warriors with strict rules and strict punishments. Her father and sister were some of the highest ranked cats in the city(kinda like icewings), with the biggest privileges and the most authority. Saplin was just the underdog. But she showed great scientific interest. Shunned by her village, she built a hut with the help of the village mad(animal), Xeno, where she studied plants. One day, she heard whispering coming from her hut, and thought her father had found it. She hurried into the hut and all the plants inside started cheering... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "What?"Saplin gasped,"Plants don't talk!" "We do,"said a fern in a whispery voice,"The Listener has come! Praise the Listener!" "Praise! Praise!"the other plants chorused. "Who's the listener?"Saplin asked,"what do you mean?" "You are!"the fern exclaimed,"I was so sure of myself! We have been waiting all this time for you to hear us! I knew you were the one!" "The Oracle speaks the truth!"the other plants chanted. "The oracle?" Saplin was confused. Plants had ORACLES? Of all life-forms, she had NOT been expecting this. Was she going mad? "I am The Oracle,"the fern said grandly. "Do you have a name?" "I cannot speak my name in your language." "The truth!"the other plants agreed. "Oh my days, I can talk to plants," Saplin realised,"Why me?" "You are the only one who will listen." All of a sudden, Dusky barged through the door, growling,"So THAT's where you escape to each night." "Have you been spying on me?"Saplin whimpered. "All for the good of the village, her sister sneered,"We don't like traitors." She was carrying a lighter in her pouch. Saplin noticed this, crying,"Don't! Not the plants!" But it was too late. Dusky drew out the lighter, and flames enveloped the plants. Their panicked voiced reached a cresendo that shook the heavens. But Dusky didn't hear it. Nobody heard except Saplin. Then they stopped. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- DTA host: Art: Me Design: Art program used: FireAlpaca Song: The Show~Lenka :l
