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Have I been away too long?

Brightsong fan art. My roleplaying character ;~;
Yes, I roleplay. And god damn it, it is pretty freaking fun.

Ehm, those are little snowflakes on her back. o;

This was made for [link] and it is one of my many characters.

Brightsong, formerly known as Zoey, is a petite black-and-white she-cat with soft short fur and a little spotted nose. She has seven toes and claws, having Polydactyly in her bloodline. This disorder sometimes makes her physically awkward when running, but is a perfect addition to her climbing skills. Her only scar is a faint line against her neck caused by her collar's bell when it dug into her skin some moons ago. Her eyes are a yellowish green in color. Brightsong, ironically, is not the brightest of the bunch. She tends to lack in common sense with the soft spoken voice that tells of her kittypet roots. She enjoys hunting more then all else and wishes to be skilled in battle, but wasn't born with the natural gift. Because of this she gets stirred up easily just by watching battle training and finds it awfully exciting. She's pretty intelligent when it comes to the bigger things and is very outgoing and social. She is the one to go to if anyone needs to vent or talk, and despite what most think her mind runs deep. Her personality just fails to show it. Brightsong first came to the forest when she was known as Zoey, a young she-cat on a mission to find her mother who had run away from her housefolk in her first day of life. She was told by her fellow kittypets that her mother, Lily, could be found outside in the wilderness beyond the fence. And so she went, meaning to return some day, when she met an OwlClan patrol and swiftly became prisoner. To this day she thinks of her life back in Twolegplace and of her lost kin. Her bond is Pumpkin.

But recently, after finding a prophetic artifact that is said to damage the Clan beyond the power of healing herbs, Brightsong doubts the life she now lives. After being in the Clan for moon and moons, befriending the leader and fellow warriors, this young she-cat has turned into a nervous conspiring wreck for unknown reasons. Recently she continues to reflect the life she lost as a kittypet with loved ones, feeling like a stranger within the Clan as though she was never meant to be there at all. This is her in the winter fields, looking concerned and confused, probably thinking something along the lines of the lyrics in "You Don't Belong". She wants to go home but she's not sure where home is anymore, and the more she recalls those promised fortunes Cedarstar told her of the more she realizes they were empty and the life of a Clan cat might not be for her...

About the drawing its self; sorry for the fuzzy bad quality. I got some reviews on the forums and changed a lot of things but like any drawing there's plenty of room for improvement.

No, you don't belong to me, I think you lied to me
And with my back against the wall, it's hard to be strong
No, you'd tell me anything, look what you've done to me
Still tell myself that tomorrow you'll all be long gone

Description
Have I been away too long?

Brightsong fan art. My roleplaying character ;~;
Yes, I roleplay. And god damn it, it is pretty freaking fun.

Ehm, those are little snowflakes on her back. o;

This was made for [link] and it is one of my many characters.

Brightsong, formerly known as Zoey, is a petite black-and-white she-cat with soft short fur and a little spotted nose. She has seven toes and claws, having Polydactyly in her bloodline. This disorder sometimes makes her physically awkward when running, but is a perfect addition to her climbing skills. Her only scar is a faint line against her neck caused by her collar's bell when it dug into her skin some moons ago. Her eyes are a yellowish green in color. Brightsong, ironically, is not the brightest of the bunch. She tends to lack in common sense with the soft spoken voice that tells of her kittypet roots. She enjoys hunting more then all else and wishes to be skilled in battle, but wasn't born with the natural gift. Because of this she gets stirred up easily just by watching battle training and finds it awfully exciting. She's pretty intelligent when it comes to the bigger things and is very outgoing and social. She is the one to go to if anyone needs to vent or talk, and despite what most think her mind runs deep. Her personality just fails to show it. Brightsong first came to the forest when she was known as Zoey, a young she-cat on a mission to find her mother who had run away from her housefolk in her first day of life. She was told by her fellow kittypets that her mother, Lily, could be found outside in the wilderness beyond the fence. And so she went, meaning to return some day, when she met an OwlClan patrol and swiftly became prisoner. To this day she thinks of her life back in Twolegplace and of her lost kin. Her bond is Pumpkin.

But recently, after finding a prophetic artifact that is said to damage the Clan beyond the power of healing herbs, Brightsong doubts the life she now lives. After being in the Clan for moon and moons, befriending the leader and fellow warriors, this young she-cat has turned into a nervous conspiring wreck for unknown reasons. Recently she continues to reflect the life she lost as a kittypet with loved ones, feeling like a stranger within the Clan as though she was never meant to be there at all. This is her in the winter fields, looking concerned and confused, probably thinking something along the lines of the lyrics in "You Don't Belong". She wants to go home but she's not sure where home is anymore, and the more she recalls those promised fortunes Cedarstar told her of the more she realizes they were empty and the life of a Clan cat might not be for her...

About the drawing its self; sorry for the fuzzy bad quality. I got some reviews on the forums and changed a lot of things but like any drawing there's plenty of room for improvement.

No, you don't belong to me, I think you lied to me
And with my back against the wall, it's hard to be strong
No, you'd tell me anything, look what you've done to me
Still tell myself that tomorrow you'll all be long gone