Name: Roseroot

Breed: Rhinelander/Holland lop/wild rabbit mix

Age: 4 yrs 2 months

Parents: unknown

Sibling (biological): Oleander

Sibling (adopted): Nere (c) Feathervenom

Voice: Naomie Harris

Mate: Hay-Oak

Kits: On the way

Friend(s): Arrow (c) JayTodd

Likes: Hay-Oak

Dislikes: her sister Oleander, hawks

Personality: Likes to talk, preferably loud. She has a huge temper, and expresses her feelings as she pleases. As well, she can be warm, passionate, playful, sensitive, charming, and emotional. She is very animated when she talks. She likes to smile, and is generous, sunny, communicative, and romantic. She is slightly clumsy, as well as easily upset. Has a perfect memory. She sometimes has difficulty thinking of even the simplest of words. Is very intelligent in some ways, but not too bright in others. She usually tries to hide her not-too-bright-ness but it still slips through.

History:

"I had a fairly good youthhood. I never knew my father, but I did have a loving mother, and a... a sister (though she hated me for some reason). My mother was a - oh - mixed-breed rabbit who escaped from what she said humans called, er, a 'hutch'. As for my father, mum never really said much about him. My sister and I got along rather well at first, but as time went by, I started to get the sense she was starting to hate me. She never told me why.

"A few moon cycles before I was a yearling, something happened that drove me and my sister apart. I was out in the grass, eating, then the next moment I was being lifted into the air by a hawk, filthy elil. I cried out to my sister for help, but she didn't do a thing. She just watched me being carried off, and I could see a hopeful look on her face. I may not be that bright, but I knew she was glad it got me. I bit at the hawk's... oh... thing... it's leg and toes until it released me. The drop was dreadful, but thank Frith I landed in some soft grass. My right eye hurt. but I quickly realized I could no longer see from it, thanks to that bloody hawk. Nothing else hurt, besides where it's talons had dug in. My anger and frustration hurt more, though. My own sister didn't even bother to lift a paw to save me. My sister! Since then I refuse to even talk to her.

"Many moon cycles later, I met a particularly handsome buck by the name of Hay-Oak. He had one, um, ear, and just from looking I could tell life hadn't been easy on him. Despite this, and his thinking he was bad luck, I knew I was in love with him. As time went by, we grew closer and closer.

"But somehow my sister found out about us. I woke up one morning and couldn't find Hay-Oak anywhere. After many frantic hours of searching, I still couldn't find him. I turned to one of his friends for help. Arrow was his name, I think. A good while after setting out, he said 'Hold on, I smell something.'

'Is it elil?'

'No, it's blood. An injured doe, close by.'

And with that he led me into the forest, soon coming across a doe caught in shiny wire. She wasn't breathing, but we freed her anyway. To my surprise, she woke up soon after. Arrow asked the doe what had happened, and she told us. Afterward, Arrow found a safe spot for them to stay in while we searched for my Hay-Oak.

"A few days later we arrived in Darkhaven. There, we split up; I went to find Hay-Oak while Arrow looked for my sister (who it turned out had kidnapped Hay-Oak). After a while of sneaking about, I finally found him. He was being kept in an old... um... oh, a man thing... an old rarakah*. I opened the door to it as quietly as I could, but it appeared that I was expected, for two sentries show up to arrest me. I bit their paws as soon as they reached for me. I fought them off, and made off with Hay-Oak. We both ran as fast as we could out of Darkhaven, but it was rather difficult with several Darkhaven guards after us. We met up with Arrow and made it out of that awful place. Once we had made it to safety, we stopped to rest. After we had caught our breath, I.. I couldn't contain my feelings for Hay-Oak any longer. I was so glad he was alive and out of Darkhaven. So I confessed my feelings for him, and then I popped the question, to which he said yes. I could see Arrow was happy as well, but not as happy as Hay-Oak and I were feeling right now. Since then, Hay and I are happy as ever, and I am still madly in love with him."

Relation to WSD: Her mate's friend lives on Watership Down; her sister is a Darkhaven rabbit

*Clothes dryer