Hazel's RP Bois

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Wᴀʀʀɪᴏʀs Fᴏʀᴍ:

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Qᴜɪᴄᴋ Fɪɴᴅ:

Wᴀʀʀɪᴏʀs:

Adderfoot
Bluepaw
Boulder
Eaglecry
Hawk
Kestreleye
Mosspaw
Oakwhisper
Redpaw
Sparrowsong
Sunstar


Hᴜᴍᴀɴs:

Wendy Fellow

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Nᴀᴍᴇ: Sunpaw Sunheart Sunstar
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Tom
Aɢᴇ: 48 Moons
Rᴀɴᴋ: Leader

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Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:

Sunstar is a ginger tom with long, slender legs and a sleek body. His main pelt is a light orange, while darker ochre tabby stripes cover the entirely of his body. He has a small white patch on his chest, as well as white socks on all of his feet. His eyes are a bright amber, glinting both intelligence and warmth. He has a deep pink scar on his left shoulder, but the injury doesn't seem to limit his movement.

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:

Sunstar is a kind cat with a big heart. He is willing to listen to both sides of a story, and he always makes decisions based off of all the information he can gather. His gentle nature has a few cats questioning his ability to lead, but generally those below him are fiercely loyal. He would rather come to an agreement with world than a fight with claws, but he is willing to go into battle if it means safety for his clan. He is slow to make decisions for the clan, and his kind soul can cloud his judgement against those who mean harm.

Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ:

Sunstar was born into the clan to a gentle queen and a wise warrior, both of which shaped him into the cat he was today. As an apprentice, he struggled with the warrior code; his demeanor made him want to make friends in rival clans rather than protect his own clan. However, his determined, albeit cold, mentor whipped him into shape and he was soon able to learn that one should never let their guard down even around those they may consider friends. As a warrior, Sunheart, he stuck to the warrior code and fiercely protected his clan. While never ruthless, he had certainly changed. He was more reserved and less open to those who sought friendship. It wasn't until his mother passed away and, on her deathbed, wondered if her son would ever keep any friends did Sunheart learn that he needn't be so cold-hearted. He allowed himself to open up once more, and from warrior to deputy to leader, he made many friends along the way.

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Nᴀᴍᴇ: Hawkclaw Hawk
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Tom
Aɢᴇ: 63 Moons
Rᴀɴᴋ: Rogue

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Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:

Hawk is a huge, scarred tom. His dark brown pelt is long and thick, and his near-black tabby stripes help him effortlessly blend into the dark forest. Deep brown eyes the color of bark pierce through every cat, and they have a mischievous gleam about them. Massive paws contain even greater black claws, and he has no qualms with showing them off. His muzzle is beaten and bruised, covered in many pale white and pink scars. His left ear is notched, but his body seems to be free of any scars. Perhaps the headstrong rogue at least has a little sense about him.

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:

This rogue is cold and calculating, but he at least seems to have a sense of humor. If a dark sense can even be considered comedic. Hawk isn't concerned about making friends, but is more interested in bonding with allies that can assist him in his endeavors. He isn't completely heartless, as he has shown to have some consideration for those he's close to, but it it only reaches so far. He's bloodthirsty and cunning, willing to expend those he sees as pawns. Just as well, he's extremely stubborn and isn't willing to change his ideals for the benefit of others.

Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ:

His mother was cast out of an old Clan after mothering the kits of a loner, and thus Hawk himself grew up as a rogue. Named Hawkclaw by his mother, she trained him and his siblings as fighters, and she told them of the strictness of the warrior code and how it could do no more than break cats down. Thus, Hawkclaw grew up resenting the organized and moral life of a Clan, and he always found himself fitting in better with the chaotic life of rogues and loners. When his mother passed away, he tossed away the last bit Clanship and changed his name to Hawk, vowing to eliminate any Clan cats he came across. No longer connected to any sense of civility other than by blood, he led his life fiercely. About 6 moons back he sired a litter with an unknown female, but he didn't stick around to see the development of his kits. He currently resides alone in the forest, and anyone who meets him rarely lives to tell the tale.

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Nᴀᴍᴇ: Mosspaw Mosspelt
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: She-cat
Aɢᴇ: 10 Moons
Rᴀɴᴋ: Apprentice

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Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:

Mosspaw is a small and slender she-cat. She has a light grey pelt with a dark mackerel tabby pattern that clings to her like lichen to a rock, giving her her name. Her eyes are huge and unusually blue. Curiosity glints in the pools, and they follow even the smallest movement. Overall, she looks incredibly delicate and bird-like, yet she believes herself to be as fierce a warrior as any.

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:

Mosspaw is friendly to almost all of those around her, though she tends to shy away fearfully from the more agitated cats. Her biggest flaw is her unending curiosity about the world around her, from all the different types of prey to the various herbs to the changes of the seasons. She lacks fear when it comes to satisfying her knowledge, and this personality trait has gotten her into trouble on more than one occasion. Regardless, she still seeks to learn, and she's especially happy when elders will treat her with an old tale to encourage her buzzing mind.

Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ:

Still young, Mosspaw's story is relatively short thus far. She was born within the clan, and she grew up with very few worries. While her mother was weak and most of her siblings passed away as kits, she grew to be relatively strong. Despite her size, she proved her worth to the clan and managed to make it to apprenticehood. Of course, she had her fair share of problems along the way, mostly due to how it was nigh impossible to keep her in camp. A curious mind is never satisfied unless they can explore, after all.

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Nᴀᴍᴇ: Boulder Boulderstep
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male
Aɢᴇ: 27 Moons
Rᴀɴᴋ: Loner

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Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:

Boulder is a broad tom with a heather gray pelt. Bits of light brown highlight his fur, allowing him to seamlessly blend into the dark forest floor. He has hazel eyes, a deep ring of amber surrounding his pupil. His teeth are slightly yellowed, but are nonetheless sharp and in working condition. Both his paws and tail are unusually large for his size, the latter being quite fluffy as well. Following along the same path as his paws, his claws are huge and long; perfect for hooking scarce prey. Overall, Boulder is a perfect namesake, and this large tom certainly knows it.

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:

Unfortunately, for all the success his size and might could bring him, Boulder is a bit lazy. He still hunts when needed and doesn't slack off on grooming, but he'd much rather sunbathe on a flat, warm rock than chase down birds. He's lost a fair share of confrontations by simply not caring enough. Why risk a torn ear if you can just walk away? Still, he will hold his own in a fight should the need come. Despite his lazy nature, Boulder is fiercely loyal to those he considers friends, which are few and far in between. He's more oft to stand up for a companion than himself, and he can be a deadly foe should his friends be threatened.

Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ:

Boulder remembers little of being a kit. He knew he had siblings and a mother, but most of them are faceless. At 7 moons old he was separated from them after a stray dog found their den, and in fleeing he found himself lost with no way to return after falling off a short cliff. Injured and somber, he had to fend for himself for several long moons, but even as a kit he was large. His size proved to be a great boon, and despite losing his family, he was able to survive. He found a few companions over the seasons, but as food left or great pink beasts that walked on two legs invaded, he lost them as well. Now, he lives alone in his own little corner of the world, and he's prepared himself to up and move should the time come.

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Nᴀᴍᴇ: Oakpaw Oakwhisper
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Tom
Aɢᴇ: 36 Moons
Rᴀɴᴋ: Medicine Cat

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Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:

Oakwhisper has long, ochre fur with faint tabby markings. His underbelly and chest are a lighter brown, while he has a white muzzle. He has bright and intelligent yellow eyes that are ever-curious. Nothing seems to evade his watch. Beneath all of his fur, his body is delicate and lithe, and his paws seem no bigger than a kitten's. He doesn't have powerful muscles nor sharp claws, and he appears very nonthreatening.

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:

Oakwhisper is a quiet cat, but he is friendly enough. He's much more content to simply listen to a conversation than be a part of it. However, when he does speak, his voice is soft and airy, and he speaks with wisdom. He tends to think so long about what he wants to say that by the time he's finally tied all of his words together, the conversation is over. Kits are his best friends, and he seems to deal with their energy very well. He enjoys playing with them and letting them chase his tail, and his reprimands are always gentle.

Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ:

As a kitten he was very sickly and always in and out of the medicine cat's den. His constant illness lead to stunted growth, and his leader kept him from being an apprentice for some time. This caused mockery from other cats his age, who saw this weakling as lesser than them. However, the medicine cat who cared for him saw potential, and asked him if he'd like to study beneath her. Thus, he learned how to heal wounds and treat illness so similar to his own. Even more, he learned how to accept the bullying that surrounded him and return it with kindness. In time, those who mocked him came to respect him instead, even though he knew he could never be their equal. When his mentor finally passed, he took on her role with all of his strength, and he continues to treat each and every cat the same, regardless of who they are.

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Nᴀᴍᴇ: Wendy Fellow
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female
Aɢᴇ: 21
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Bisexual
Vᴏɪᴄᴇ: The Dø

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Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:

Wendy is of about average height and weight, and she seems to have a certain softness about her. She has very pale skin with a light smattering of freckles, and any scars she has are pale pink or almost purple. They stand stark against the pale background. Her eyes are light brown with small flecks of gold, and they are framed by dark lashes. She has dyed pink hair that comes a couple of inches past her chin, and blunt bangs nearly cover her dark brown eyebrows.

Her makeup is fairly simple, as she usually keeps to winged eyeliner and mascara, and occasionally lipstick or blush if she's feeling festive. Her nails are unpainted and rather short, mostly due to the fact she bites them. Her clothes tend to be a bit on the girly side, with lots of skirts, dresses, tights, and heeled boots. She enjoys wearing black for the most part, though she might throw in a few shades of burgundy or pink here and there.

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:

To put it blunty, Wendy is a pretty bubbly, if hyperactive, gal. She's friendly to just about anyone, and she kind of lacks in social cues. Regardless, she tries hard to be friends with those around her, though she can hold deep grudges against those she doesn't like (which are few and far in between). She does suffer from anxiety, and it can make her neurotic in stressful situations. She's a bit over emotional, and she tends to cry a lot more often than she'd like. She does her best to put on a brave, smiling face for the world.

Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ:

Wendy was originally from a small suburban town where she grew up with a few older siblings and way too many animals. She was the weird art kid in school who tried too hard to be hip, but she still made friends and managed to survive through school. She moved to the big city in order to decide whether or not she really wanted to go to college in a few years, and for now she's stuck in a sort of adult purgatory. She works at a small local nursery where she focuses on raising flowers, and she lives in a very small apartment in a slightly shady part of town with one cat, Archduke (Archie for short).

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Nᴀᴍᴇ: Adderpaw Adderfoot
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Tom
Aɢᴇ: 41 Moons
Rᴀɴᴋ: Warrior

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Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:

Adderfoot has a short grey and white pelt, and it tends to bleach to a lighter grey during green leaf. The white patches cover part of his nose, his chin, chest, the tips of his front paws and back left one, and the tip of his tail. It can be a bit frizzy, but it's overall well-kept. His eyes are a dull yellow, and they don't offer up much emotion. However, his body language usually makes up for that. He seems to sport a small favoring of his back left paw, though the limp has deteriorated over the years. It's obvious that it doesn't cause much troubles for his hunting.

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:

Adderfoot seems to be one of the grumpier cats, always a bit irritable. However, he does have an extreme amount of patience, which is surprising for the aforementioned trait. He often comes across as a bit cold, but he has never once lashed out unless for very good reason. He seems to be well-respected for this, and its evident that despite his rude personality, he has a fair share of companions. This is always a great thing for a warrior to have, for you must be certain you have someone to keep your tail for you.

Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ:

Adderfoot's mother fell ill while pregnant, and thus he was the sole surviving kit. No other kits were around his age, and he seemed to be lonely. Desperate to gain attention, he wandered out of the camp as a kitten, only to be bitten by an adder on his back left paw. With quick thinking from the medicine cat and sheer luck, he was able to survive. He quickly grew and was soon made an apprentice, but a lack of socialization as a kit made him a bit difficult to deal with. Regardless, his mentor took care of him and taught him well, turning him into a strong, albeit ill-mannered, warrior. Over the moons he grew less disrespectful and more serious, and he soon became one of the most skilled warriors in the Clan.

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Nᴀᴍᴇ: Sparrowpaw Sparrowsong
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: She-cat
Aɢᴇ: 22 Moons
Rᴀɴᴋ: Warrior

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Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:

Sparrowsong is a pretty she-cat with a slightly scruffy tortoiseshell pelt. It can't seem to sit down no matter how much she grooms it. She has bright green eyes framed by dark black fur, and two thin patches of orange extend from the corners. She's full-bodied and strong, and it's easy to notice the muscles rippling beneath her unkempt fur. She's an extremely strong warrior with a fearsome bite.

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:

Despite her robust appearance, Sparrowsong is a gentle soul. She prefers to use brain over brawn,
and she can often be seen taking part in long, wise conversations with elders. At Gatherings she enjoys talking to the rival Clans and learning what she can about their different lifestyles. In battle, however, she is a terrible opponent to face. She's fiercely loyal and isn't afraid to shed blood should it mean protecting her Clanmates. She longs once day to use this fearsome loyalty to protect kits of her own.

Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ:

Sparrowsong was born to a sweet couple who raised her well, teaching her the ways of the warrior code and protecting her from all harm. It wouldn't be wrong to say they coddled her, so once she became an apprentice she was a bit surprised and hurt by how much harsher the real world was. Regardless, she adapted to the best of her ability and fought hard to gain her place within the Clan. Her mentor was proud and always spoke highly of her, and it wasn't long before she became the warrior she is today.

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Nᴀᴍᴇ: Chance Redpaw Rednose
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Tom
Aɢᴇ: 8 Moons
Rᴀɴᴋ: Apprentice

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Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:

Redpaw is a small tom with long cream fur. Around his muzzle, ears, and paws he has flame-colored points that stand out stark against his light fur. Similar colored rings also decorate his long, fluffy tail. He has a pink nose and bright blue eyes, unusual for a forest cat. His long legs are hidden by his thick underbelly fur, and his paws seem wide. Long tufts of fur stick between his toes, and dirt often gets caught in them.

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:

Redpaw is the more extroverted of the two siblings. He's boisterous and brave, willing to take on anything that comes his way. He often struggles with the preferred quiet and obedient manner of an apprentice. In his mind, he should take on everything that comes his way, whether it be a poisonous adder or a snarling dog. He's quite the chatterbox, and it's no wonder some of the older warriors can't seem to stand him. Even the most patient elder struggles with this rambunctious apprentice.

Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ:

Redpaw was born as a kittypet under the name Chance, and he grew up with his sister Fancy. The two have an unusually strong bond, to the point that they can finish each other's sentences. When Chance learned that there was a life out in the forest, one that could satisfy his need for adventure, he was desperate to discover it. Unable to let her brother leave on his own, Fancy followed after him. By sheer luck, the Clan was in need of warriors and found the makings of warriors in these two strangely colored siblings. Chance was given the name Redpaw, and he soon found the Clan he always needed.