[Exoclipse]

Hazard Cats are felines with long limbs and robotic parts. Their tails are made of metal with some form of energy in the center that holds it together. Glass screens are installed into their chests that show the cats' health in the form of a heartbeat, glowing orb, or even something else. The color of the glow on the screen matches their eyes, which typically have hollowed pupils. Some cats have static on their screens, but beware. Those cats are as dangerous as they are rare. Grates are positioned on each of the cats' sides and aid in breathing. Depending on the cat, steam, mist, or liquid can come from these grates. They have three eyes, but the one in the center is almost always taped down or covered with a band-aid. This is done due to the hidden and sometimes dangerous powers that the third eye contains. Large eyes allow them to see in extremely low levels of light and their big ears help them hear potential prey miles away. Thanks to their strong legs, Hazard cats can reach speeds up to fifty miles per hour and leap near ten feet up.

Ahh, poor guy lost his organic eyes in a fight ;^;
based on a palette called warriors
He also cannot speak, if that wasn't obvious =w=
tell me how he lost his original eyes / how he got all those scars!
It may be a story, OR it can be a comic strip. You may choose which one you want to do
this is required.
His third eye power makes other Hazard Cats bleed internally.

preferred if he was a male ;w;
ends september 5!

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[Synamiic]

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Okay. Okay really. This will be my baby. MARK!

[T h e M a r t i a n]

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I shall finish this.

[Bittertiffany]

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[QuakingAspen]

He's very friendly however he's really jumpy at the fact that he could hurt someone so he tied to close his third eye whenever he comes into contact with people so he doesn't hurt them, enabling him completely blind.


Blaze was walking in the forest minding his own business when he came upon a group of hostile hazards just finishing off another victim. After one doubled over in pain and looked at Blaze and realized that Blaze was making his organs bleed, he directed the entire group to try to kill Blaze. They aimed for his third eye and any weak points but only got his actual eyes before they died of eternal bleeding and it haunts Blaze to this day. He still feels guilty and tries to only open it in private.

[NatashaRomanoff]

Username: Gone With The Wind
Name: Draven
Name Meaning: "The Crow"
Gender: Male
Personality: Aggressive, Easily Angered, Determined, Very Difficult To Change His Mind.
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[coradrawa]

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coradrawa
Name
Shard
Gender
Male
Personality
Shard seems to always be thinking, lost in thought even if you are talking to him. He is easily distracted by his thoughts and struggles greatly to stay out of them and to interact. Though when he does interact, he listens more and usually does actions.
Though due to his distraction problem, he isn't very well aware of the world around him and this gets him easily confused when he comes out of his thoughts.
However the sight of weapons or masked cats provoke fear in him that will quickly snap him out of his thoughts, or it has the opposite effect and traps him in a nightmare of his past.
How did he get his scars?
A story many would like him to tell them. However, a story Shard never wishes to re-live. Through words or memories.
However, even as an adult, he is trapped in that memory. His mind always creeping back towards it, no matter how much he struggles or cries. It always bring him back to that horrible time. Bringing him back to the pain, the loss and horror.
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Shard, just a young kit who was half-way to becoming a teen and his middle eye still closed, sat in his small cabin chewing on a small wooden carving of a duck.
His mother, watching from preparing their meal, giggled at the sight.
" There there Shard, your food is almost ready "
The small kit mewed impatiently as he dropped the wooden carving and shakily stood up. " Muma " Shard began to say in a small baby-like voice, " when is da coming home? "
His mother smiled happily. " In a few moments, he was out talking with some friends, sweet little Shard "
Shard nodded as he sat down, watching his mother prepare the rabbit they would soon be eating.
Just as the meal was prepared, the door burst open as a faint echo of screams was let in. The cat standing there, had panic in his eyes as he hissed in fear. " Hide! Quick! Ban- "
He was cut off as he fell to the ground like a rock,his eyes wide in fear. Shard's mother screamed in fear as masked cats bearing weapons entered, and attacked.
For Shard, everything went black after that.
When the kit awoke, everything hurt, his body refused to move and he could not see out of his eyes. His fur was sticky, but from what he did not know.
Then, faint voices drifted into the kit's ears.
" Have you found any survivors? "
" None sir "
" They can't all be dead! Keep looking! "
Help me. Shard suddenly thought as his sleep-mind slowly lifted the fog keeping the pain away. Please help, it hurts.
His voice refused to work, but painfully the cat opened his mouth and tried to call for help. What was released were not words but sounds that are impossible to place, but they scared the kit as he heard them.
" I heard something over here! " he heard a voice cry out. In hope, Shard cried out the disturbing noises again.
" It's in this house! "
" It's a kit! Someone help me over here! "
Shard tried to whimper as something picked him up painfully, a hushed voice speaking to him gently.
" It's okay little one, your safe now. My name is Tyia, alright? Your gonna be fine " the female voice said.
Soon after, Shard fainted.
Years passed and Shard recovered his physical injuries well and soon after his middle eye opened and he was greeted with the brilliance of sight once again.
However, when he wondered the village that cared for him, he would always cry and try to scream if a weapon was near him, that or a masked cat. His physical injuries may of healed, but his mental scarring would never heal.

[i<3 wolves678]

Username:I<3 wolves678

Name:Curse

Gender:male

Personality:
Curse hates to be around people, whenever they get near he just pushes them away.
He hates bright lights and medical buildings as it reminds him to much of what happened in his past.
Curse is kind of a lone wolf, often straying away from large groups of hazards, being mute makes it hard for him to communicate, so he decided there was no point in it.
Is sensitive and easily angered by other hazards if they try to ask about his past or mention anything personal.
Will possibly open up to those that truly understand his trauma.

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It's 5am and I can hear the screams of the other hazards in the asylum, I know I'm next.
I cannot talk. Cannot tell them to stop, not that they would listen anyway. I'm not here because I'm crazy, infact, I don't know why I am here. I have been here for almost three months now and I can't help but to ask myself, 'when will this end?' I--._____

The hazard's pen trailed down the paper leaving ink stains as the door swung open to reveal one of the guards."Subject zero," he growled. "The testing chamber is ready for you."
The hazard jumped off the dirty mattress of his bed and stuffed the journal under his pillow.
"Great, just great."
The guard unlocked his shackles and he walked out of the cell.

-5:30am-

The hazard's paws felt cold against the tiled floor of the test chamber as he padded slowly towards a table in the center of it, which was covered in lots of different objects, none of them looking safe. Something red stained the wall a little way away from him and he shuddered, hoping it wasn't what he thought it was. A tall hazard in a white jacket padded towards him. "Please step behind the X-Ray screen." He told him, so curse obeyed.
After a few examinations, the hazard walked over to a table and picked up a syringe. "This won't hurt a bit..."
The hazard told him, before sticking it in his arm. He wanted to yowl in pain, but he couldn't, and it wasn't long before he blacked out.

-7:00pm-

Curse awoke, no longer on the cold hard floor of the test chamber, but the springy mattress of his bed.
But some thing was wrong. Where are my eyes? he wanted to cry these words aloud.
As much as he tried opening them, he just couldn't, and that was because there weren't any eyes to be opened.
He scrambled around his cell blindly, trying to find something, someone, anything.
Then he remembered. He drew his paw up to his face and unsheathed his claws scratching around the plaster that sealed his third eye. yes! Satisfaction filled him as he felt the plaster tear and drop to the ground, and he opens up his third eye, for the first time in forever.
It took him a while to adjust, but the moment he did, he grabbed his pen and his journal.

They took my eyes, they took them!
I thought this place was bad, but I didn't think it was this bad.
My body hurts all over, and I can tell I'm missing fur in places.
I have no idea what they did to me, but there was no way it was good!
I have to get out of here, I must!

-12:00am-

Alarms shattered the peace of the night and Curse felt as if he could run forever.
The guards were close behind him as he ducked under a gap in the electric fence, narrowly missing it.
Unfortunately for them, they were to large to follow Curse's nimble movements and found themselves fall into a tangled heap and sliding straight into the fence, sending sparks flying. He ran faster and faster into the forest that lay just beyond the asylum, thorns stabbing into his paws. Breathing heavily, he felt as if he was going to collapse, but he couldn't, he had to keep moving.

-12:30am-

Rain began to fall from the sky, soft at first, but soon turning into a torrential storm. He had to find shelter fast, and it was just his luck that he soon came across a small farm, in the center of which was a barn.
He squeezed himself through a small gap in the wood, and entered, his fur dripping with rain water.
Curling up in a pile of hay, he whispered "today's a new day."

[buns]

Mark

[silky.moth.is.gone]

Username: ~SilkyMoth~
Name: Warrior
Gender: Male
Personality: quiet and reserved. Not many know of his past, those who do, aren't alive to talk about it. He gets angry with himself and isn't one for friends.
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I was born on the first of September, when the first snow fell. It was a crisp winter morning, instinctively I thought I was a normal kitten, boy was I wrong. If only I'd known...then maybe the pain wouldn't be so bad...no. I can't think like that.

I heard stories of the warrior cats who fought over territory and where fearless, I loved the thought of being one, it all just sounded so exciting! My friends and I had planned a play fight, but they had planned a prank behind my back, knowing that I was gullible enough not to realise. The fight started but they where using claws. They taunted me, "You'll never be a warrior! Your to weak and everyone has to guess your words! Idiot!" I fought back, someone clawed my sides, the searing pain shot through me almost at once, they where vicious fighters. I bit and scratched every surface I touched...shortly after, the fight ended. Several cats where wounded, including myself. Although I was to furious to care, a few days later I noticed a small creature whisk past my sleeping quarters. A cat? I thought it was one of the kittens, ready to have a go at them I padded out, but it wasn't. It was your average normal cat, it turned "Huh? Ah! Monster cat!" it squealed and ran off, I glared at it with hatred, I was a normal cat, like her, why did she say that? I padded over to where she huddled, noticing the difference between us. Sadly her mother appeared hissing and ran off with the kit, I sat in my sleeping quarters for the rest of the night, not sleeping, just...thinking.

"I'm a freak!" I screamed, staring at my reflection in the water. It had only took me moments to realise how truly abnormal I looked. Eyes blazing with fury that's when I did it. Everything went dark. I had raised my sharpened claws to my eyes and dragged them across my face. Other cats bounded towards me, struck cold by the horrendous look of my now ruined face. I was truly a freak, even in my own species. The cats whom had attacked me all those moons again padded over "Hi friend....are you ok?" one of them asked softly. I pinned them down whispering unrecognisable noises in there ear "Hi friend?!" I thought "You'll be freaks like me!" The last thing I remember is the fury blazing inside of me, and the sounds of the other cats groaning in pain. Then silence. I slept peacefully that night. The darkness and silence comforting. From then on, I changed my name to Hazard, to remind myself of that...wonderful...day.


I'm a hazard cat...what a fitting name.

If anyone asks about my past, taunts me or is simply mean. They bleed on the inside, sometimes cry and say sorry. But I have learned from that day never to let them live. Never trust others. I'm not a freak. They are.

Bleed.



(This boy shall be mine. ;3; im in love. The story probably would have been more gory, and probably have drawings but I couldn't due to cs rules. I'll probably improve this later.)