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Thistle Willowsong Longfaith
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Date Posted: 21:11:17 01/05/03 Sun
This is a bio I wrote of me for when I am 16 seasons old...Enjoy!
You sit there, covering your ears, as you look at the talkative mousemaid go on an on, spouting useless information. Who knew mentioning such a harmless thing as strawberries would unleash this tirade of...stuff!
Her intelligent purple eyes glimmer purposefully as she talks on, stopping for a split second to adjust the green headband with purple flowers adorning her head. She really was a pretty little thing, in an interesting, lopsided sort of way. The mousemaid was the average height of her species, and she was on the slender side. Her outfit, consisting of a light green tunic with elbow-length purple sleeves and a purple skirt, went with her eyes and light tan fur well. The scuffed sandals and the sword across her back somehow didn’t fit into the picture.
Seeing you’re not interested any more, she stops talking, and strokes the locket hanging on a green thong around her neck. You’re quite relieved that she’s finished...and you leave while you still can, not talking lest you start her up again. Thistle is smart for her age, 16 seasons(or about 16 in human years). Perhaps too smart. Her stores of knowledge and talkativeness have combined...you mention a subject, and she’ll give you more information on it than you ever wanted to know. Sometimes she spontaneously bursts into a walking dictionary! About that sword on her back...yes, Thistle is a warriormaid, a swordsmistress if you please. She cannot really use any other weapon, seeing that her aim is horrible. She is known for using her tongue as well as the amethyst pommel-stoned sword to defeat her enemies.
But the line between friend and foe is unclear. Thistle figures that anyone who doesn’t show outward signs of wanting to murder her when she goes into a talkathon is probably a decent creature. There isn’t much of a species bias either, considering a tribe of gypsy foxes rescued her and brought her to Redwall when her parents died.
When she was about 13 seasons old she was discovered at the abbey by her grandmother and aunts and uncles. They were so elated about seeing her, all grown up, and looking just like her mother(sniffle) that the relatives decided to bring her back to their home, the Northern-South Glen. That is where she learned that talkativeness was a family trait...all her uncles, aunts, and cousins (not to mention her gramma) had the same big-mouthed gene. Not surprisingly, Thistle is the worst of the lot.
As you might, and probably have, noticed, Thistle is a decided extrovert. While her knowledge can be quite helpful sometimes, she can put on a know-it-all air. To sum Thistle up: A pretty, talkative know-it-all that weilds a sword.
Right, now for a Dibbun description:
Thistle talks a LOT, beasts have been known to say she never shuts up. She can be seen wearing a purple smock with ribbon trim that has strawberries on it(the ribbon). Her light tan paws have a pinkish tinge from eating so much of her love...strawberries! She wears a little purse like thing that she carries them in. She is also known to carry around a stuffed mousemaid she fondly calls "Qween Sta'bwy" or QS for short. Her favorite colors are purple and red...her eyes are purple, and strawberries are red.
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