.: HazeClan :. {Semi-Literate Warriors Roleplay} OPEN

[catdoq]

.: Mudstar :.

Mudstar shifted around in her nest as she slept, kicking her small paws around as she dreamed. Mudstar was stalking a mouse that was only a few tail lengths away, nibbling on a seed beneath the dipping leaves of a willow tree. She slowly crept up on it from behind, quietly slipping from the bushes and making her way towards the gnarled roots. The leader tensed her muscles, preparing herself to leap at the small brown creature, and poised her tail to balance herself. Mudstar was just about to spring when a light brown tabby swooped down from a branch of the weeping willow and skillfully killed the mouse in a swift blow. She felt irritation prick her pelt as she watch the brown cat pick up the mouse and stare at her, "You'll have to be quicker next time, Mudstar." He mewed in amusement. She smiled as the frustration washed away, glad to see her old leader again. "Greetings, Beigestar." Beigestar twitched his whiskers and stepped gingerly over the roots of the tree. Mudstar's face grew hard as she began to analyze her situation, "Why am I in StarClan? Do you need something?" She meowed. The old leader hesitated for a moment, "Maybe you traveled here on your own. Being in StarClan doesn't always mean something's the matter." He smiled. "You worry too much." Mudstar twitched her tail in annoyance; she knew he wasn't telling him something. Beigestar stepped forward and touched noses with her, "Go back to clan now. It's about time you woke up."
Mudstar's eyes slowly opened and she glanced around her den. Grass was strewn everywhere and her nest was taken apart in clumps. She sighed and rose to her paws, stretching out widely and yawning loudly. Mudstar was disappointed to find that it was raining lightly outside and a gentle fog rolled in the trees beyond camp. She could feel the chill through her pelt and the cold floor of rock beneath her soft paws did little to help ease the ice that seemed to be covering her. Mudstar stifled a shiver and puffed out her fur to try warming herself up. She then attended to the mess in her den, gathering the grass up and fashioning it back into what looked like an actual nest, and not matted fur.

.: Silvertail :.

Silvertail eased herself from the Warrior's den, being careful not to step on anyone's tails. She stepped gingerly onto the ground outside and the cold seemed to spring from the ground and crawl up her leg like ants. She shivered and hissed in annoyance, gazing around at the fog. A drop of water plopped onto her muzzle and she glared up at the sky. The rain was still falling lightly, but was gradually letting up as the sun ascended higher into the sky. Silvertail padded groggily to the fresh kill pile and snagged a mouse, looking over it for a moment before taking it to the nursery. She poked her head into the den and crawled inside, growling angrily as she bumped her head on the roof, "Moonkit?" She called in a tired voice. "I brought you a mouse." Silvertail had always favored the young kit, especially since he was so confident, despite being blind. She lay down in one of the soft nests of the nursery, enjoying a break from the cold winds the blew non-stop outside.

[Nina11178]

Moonkit was scampering in the grassy land, the trees towering above him. In his dreams, this was the one place where he could see with real visions, and real colors. The mouse he was stalking suddenly poofed and sunlight streamed into his eyes. He heard some weary meowing and opened his eyes fully. It was Silvertail, the silvery she-cat that adored him. Moonkit yawned. He loved Silvertail as much as his own mother, especially since Silvertail took the role of his mother as her own. And, Silvertail never pitied him, instead, she encouraged him and made him work hard. He appreciated that she gave time to work with him so he could be strong when Moonkit's mother, Snowbird, ran away when she found out only one of her three kits survived, and that the surviving one was blind. He had loved his mother for giving him life, and he could understand her disappointment. But he was disappointed in her too! Snowbird's mate had been a loner who never wanted Moonkit. But anyways, Moonkit smelled mouse. "Thanks Silvertail." He meowed. He dragged the mouse back to his nest and stopped for a muzzle to let out a purr and he nuzzled Silvertail and gave her a thankful lick on the side. He bit into the juicy mouse and gave thanks for it. He devoured it and decided to stroll into the clearing to breath in the fresh, crisp, cool morning air.


Petalkit yawned in her nest. She was in the apprentice's den, curled up. She hadn't dreamed today. Petalkit adored having a simple deep sleep. She got up and stretched. She wanted to go hunting so bad, since the smells of a mouse wafted out from the nursery. She let out an inward chuckle. It was probably Silvertail getting Moonkit a mouse. She heard a bit of shuffling from Mudstar's den, but otherwise, no one was outside. Bored, she began to give herself a through licking. [Who is her mentor?]



Brookfeather repeated what the herbs she needed and memorized the list. She had been up before sunhigh, but that was explainable. The sun was even lazier than the Clan, since the rays were barely peeking out from the trees lines of the ancients oaks and firs, vastly formed. Brookfather planned to go out and collect herbs until late sunup, so she would have a huge stock ready. "Dock and borage are plentiful... Might need coltfoot, and some thyme and marigold would stock up that part." Brookfeather muttered, pointing to each crack on the wall where each herb and berry was stored.

Username: Nina11178
Name: Ebonyfrost
Gender: Male
Age: 23 Moons
Rank: Warrior
Rank wanted: Deputy
Kin*: None.
Mate*: None, yet!
Crush*: Silvertail, a bit.
Apprentice/Mentor: I would love one!
Personality: Ebonyfrost is a great warrior who will fight to the death for his Clan. He absolutely hates dawn patrols, but loving training with apprentices. He often visits the nursery to see the bouncing kits. He is devoted to his Clan, and is hoping to become deputy.
Description:

Ebonyfrost has a pure black coat. He has green emerald eyes, and tall ears. His tail is long and he is a short-coat.
History*:

Nothin' much...

Other:

I decided to make a warrior too. XD

[catdoq]

[ Can you change his prefix, please? We already have a cat with the prefix Night D: Also, do you mean Silvertail? :3 ]

[Nina11178]

[Edited all! Sorry I didn't get back to you earlier! I have a Literature test and a Chem. test, plus Calc. homework, and Social Studies report, don't forget the term paper. XD ]

[catdoq]

.: Silvertail :.

Silvertail nodded to Moonkit with a flick of her tail, "No problem." She meowed smoohtly. She stood and, thankfully, managed to get out of the nursery without hitting her head on the roof of the low dipping den mouth. Silvertail shook some dirt off of her pelt and followed Moonkit closely, fur fluffed up as the wind sliced through he, "So, you're going to be an apprentice soon, right?" She asked. "Are you excited?" Silvertail sat beside him and started to wash herself, smoothing the fur on her paw and pulling it across her ear.

.: Emberpaw :.

Emberpaw stirred soundlessly in his nest, ears pricked at the sound of Petalpaw awaking from her slumber. He looked up, sleep glazing his eyes over. Emberpaw opened his mouth in a wide and long yawn, shivering and shaking violently as he did so. He smiled at Petalpaw and meowed, "Good morning, Petalpaw." He held back a yawn. "How are you this morning?" He stood and stretched, lowering his stomach to the floor and arching his tail. He kneaded his claws into the ground, which seemed to be almost frozen because of the harsh weather. Newleaf seemed to have brought even more bad luck for the clan; more so than leafbare had.

[catdoq]

[ It's cool :D Thanks, I'll add him to the front page! ]

[Nina11178]

Moonkit sighed. "I would be excited, if I could be an apprentice. Mudstar probably wants to stick me in the elders' den since I'm blind. But I can hunt and fight! I wish the warriors would see that!" He wistfully, his mew bitter and cold. Moonkit knew that Silvertail was the only one who bothered to talk to him. No one wanted a blind kit in the Clan. Maybe it would be best for him to go into the elders' den, and just stay out of the way. "Even if I become an apprentice, my mentor would probably detest me, or ignore me. Like I'm a burr on their pelt!" He spat. Moonkit knew he was being unfair to his Clan, and he should give them a chance, but his predictions were sensible. Maybe I do get under everyone's paws... He thought regretfully.


"Fine. You?" Petalpaw meowed distractedly, she too had noticed the bitter frost covering the ground like a fox over her cubs. Petalpaw finally looked over at Emberpaw and smiled. "Did I wake you up?" She asked worriedly, hoping she hadn't disturbed anyone. Emberpaw's yawn caused her to stretch and yawn too. She couldn't blame the Clan for sleeping in. Petalpaw curled her tail up behind her as she sat up, looking at the sun.


[Yay!]

[catdoq]

.: Silvertail :.

Silvertail purred and touched her nose down to his ear, "I know you will become an apprentice. Mudstar would be a fool not to do so. I'd make sure you were given only the best mentor." She smiled and curled her tail around him loosely and meowed, "And the elders would not allow you to become one of them. They're...sort of smart. They would agree with me that you should be included, no matter what." Silvertail took her tail away from the little kit and thoughtfully stared at a nearby tree, flicking her long tail from side to side like a metronome. She narrowed her eyes and started to mutter to herself, "Mudstar needs to appoint a new deputy soon." She thought aloud. "She hasn't sent out a single patrol for a day." Silvertail shook her head and made a slight clicking noise with her tongue. "Tsk tsk tsk..."

.: Emberpaw :.

Emberpaw waved his tail and as he was about to speak, a beetle caught his eye. He crouched down in his nest and sprung at it, landing with a thud on top of the little black bug. He slid forward as he landed and crashed into his brother, Redpaw. Emberpaw started to laugh as Redpaw flew from his nest, eyes wild and scared. When he saw Emberpaw he glared at his brother and settled back down into his nest, fur on end. Emberpaw purred and returned back to Petalpaw, where he began to lick at his shoulder, "Nah, you didn't wake me up. It's so chilly out this morning!" He fluffed up his fur to prove his point. "I don't see how any cat could sleep through this cold." A raindrop slipped through the roots above them and plopped onto Emberpaw's head. He closed his eyes and flattened his ears, wincing as the cold water soaked his fur.

[bri']

Original: SC By Flyover Living
"Like Fire and Gasoline..."

Username:
Bri-Lane
Name:
"Wildblaze."
Gender:
"I am a tom. Obviously."
Age:
"42 Moons. Not too old, but just past my prime, eh?"
Rank:
"Warrior is all I ask for. I don't aspire to be more, nor do I shrink at responsibility."
Rank wanted:
"Warrior, though I will do my best wherever I am placed."
Kin:
Father; "My father was a large warrior dubbed with the name 'Odd-eye'. He was a white tom with patches of black and orange. One of his eyes was Blue, the other was green."
Mother; "My Mother's name was Eagleheart. She was a small tabby warrior with a dull orange pelt and dark green eyes. She looked much like myself, though with darker coloring."
Siblings; "There were two other kits in my litter. Another tom, Gorgekit, and a she-cat, Silentkit. Silentkit was a white she-cat like my father with ice blue eyes. She became a loner after her 13th moon. She had just been made a warrior and given the name Silentsong. Gorgekit was a large, paler version of myself. He grew up to be a dutiful warrior and is the deputy of my birth clan, now with the name Gorgescar in honor of a large scar on his hip received during a battle with a fox."
Mate:
"None."
Crush:
"None. Not necessarily looking for a she-cat either."
Apprentice/Mentor:
"I have trained two apprentices in my past, though do not have one currently."
Personality:
Wildblaze is a tom of little words. He tends to impose an intimidating look and keeps a reserved, stoic disposition. While it may seem he is devoid of feelings and emotion, that is most certainly not the case. Wildblaze feels many emotions and can actually be a kind, deep tom when someone takes the time to get to know him. While he may not express himself very well through the use of language, he finds other ways. A gentle touch or a comforting lick. He doesn't rely on his tongue to convey his thoughts or feelings. The only time Wildblaze finds it appropriate to speak his mind is when he is angry... which can happen quite often. This tom has a short temper, and most have felt it's wrath. While Wildblaze hates how angry and disgruntled he can seem at times, it doesn't do him any good to try and reign in his anger. Despite this fault, Wildblaze tends to be calm and quiet when he wants to be. Wild has never been as reserved and distant as he is recently. When he was little, he was a rambunctious scrap of fur; always with his own loud mouthed opinion and a thirst for danger and adventure. While the carefree, fun loving Wildblaze may never be the dominant personality trait, there are rare moments when the old Wildblaze presents itself again.
Description:
Wildblaze is a very large tom with a hefty frame rippling with pure muscle. This tom weighs almost 17 pounds, which is a lot. Despite his hefty size, Wildblaze has no excess fat. He is undeniably strong and handsome, with a bright orange pelt and dark, mysterious green eyes. Due to his strong bulk, Wildblaze is not the fastest of runners, and always relies on his stamina rather than speed. Another drawback of his large size is that it makes him a bit clumsy during battle if there is a need of fluid movement or stealth. Despite the flaws of his physical appearance, his abnormally large size and iron like muscles are good when battling opponents that are big like himself. He can be a deadly adversary if he truly wants to be, and often enjoys the thrill of battle. On his pelt, Wildblaze has tabby stripes of a darker orange than his base color and a white tail tip as well as a white splotch on his chest.
History:
May do later. If I do, it will probably take me an entire day, lol.
Other:
"None. What else is there to tell?"

Original: Grey Cat by d_listy
"Life ain't always beautiful, But it's a beautiful ride."[/size]

Username:
Bri-Lane
Name:
"I'm Hollowpaw!"
Gender:
"Psh, I'm a she-cat!"
Age:
"I'm seven moons old!"
Rank:
"Warrior Apprentice, duh."
Rank wanted:
"I want to be nothing more than a loyal warrior one day."
Kin:
Father; "My father's name was Lionstrike. He was a pale golden tabby with yellow eyes and a missing ear. He died during a battle with a rival clan. I have no more to say about him."
Mother; "My mother's name was Sagefur. She was a white she-cat with dark green eyes and long fur. She's still alive... somewhere... It's all my fault she disappeared. I can't manage to believe that she could be dead... I- I don't want to talk about her anymore..."
Siblings; "I had a single brother, Bramblekit, who died shortly after receiving his apprentice name, Bramblepaw, during a training session. He fell from a large Oak tree and broke his neck landing on one of the thick, gnarled roots. He died instantly. Please... can we change the subject?"
Mate:
"Blehk! I'm too young for that stuff!"
Crush:
"None."
Apprentice/Mentor:
"I havent been assigned a mentor yet, but I can't wait till I get one!"
Personality:
Hollowpaw seems to be happy and rambunctious around others and always seems to be enjoying life. Though what most don't now, is she's almost always depressed. Deep down, where no one can seem to get a glimpse into her heart, Hollowpaw is sad and insecure. She's insecure about her looks, how she acts, everything. Explaining why she's always acting like something she's not, but what she wants to be. The reason for her depression however, is just as simple as her reason for insecurity. Hollowpaw was separated from her parents at an early age of 3 moons. She was raised by another queen, one that looked down on her and criticized everything she did. Not only did the foster mother blame Hollowpaw for Sagefur's - Hollowpaw's mother - disappearance, but the queen managed to make Hollowpaw feel even more guilty as the days passed until Hollowpaw finally believed that it had been her fault.... but that's a story for another time.
Description:
Hollowpaw is a she-cat of average size with a lean, trim figure and long legs built for speed and precision. Hollow's pelt is a light brown, almost beige color with darker almost black tabby stripes and darker reddish/brown points. Hollowpaw doesn't see herself as pretty, or even remotely appealing, though she i rather cute. Her top coat of fur is a bit coarse and offers her plenty of protection from burs, thorns, and brambles. Though her bottom coat, belly, and chest fur are as soft as can be, almost having a downy feel, like that of a baby dove's feathers. Accompanying the lighter undertone of her pelt, Hollowpaw has startling gray eyes that lack all color and gleam like midnight fog. Her eyes are her most striking and beautiful feature, but she sees them as a nuisance and something to be ashamed of.
History:
"I... I don't like telling anybody my history, and I never thought I would. But I suppose somebody, anybody, should know what my life's been like. Not like it's been great but... here goes..."

Hollowpaw was born and raised in a tribe to the east called Midori tribe. This tribe followed clan customs and such, they even worshiped a deity similar to Starclan. Within Midori tribe, Hollowkit and her brother, Bramblekit, were born to Sagefur and Lionstrike. Life was fine and happy, Hollowkit was playful and spunky, always pouncing on her brother, Bramblekit, who seemed to be off observing instead of doing. After their first moon, when the kit's speech began to develop and their eyesight had improved, the rival tribe of Midori, Shinku Tribe, declared war on Hollowkit's birth tribe, accusing them of the murder of their deputy, Minkpelt. Silentstar, the Midori leader, was outraged by the accusation and declared war as well. Shortly after both tribes admitted their hate and death wishes for each other, Shinku tribe invaded Midori borders, swarming into the camp and attacking anything with a pulse.

Lionstrike, Hollowkit's father, was one of only three warriors that thought to guard the nursery from the blood lusting intruders. During his battle to protect his mate, kits, and the other inhabitants of the nursery, Lionstrike was slain by a large gray tabby tom. Shortly after Lionstrike was killed, Midori managed to push Shinku back out of the camp, and chased them off back to their own territory.

After Lionstrike's death, Sagefur mourned for many, many weeks. Finally, 2 moons had passed and Sagefur was mad with grief over the lost of her beloved. She couldn't take it any more and took off in the middle of the night, becoming a loner and hoping to seek revenge on the tom that had killed her mate. Still not weaned, Hollowkit and Bramblekit were left alone, deserted by their mother, and left with the sadness of losing their father. The leader of Midori, Silentstar, begged another queen to take in the two abandoned kits. And finally, the queen said she would. The queen's name was Ferntail.

Ferntail despised Hollowkit and Bramblekit, and only saw them as a nuisance put on the world to make her own life, and that of her kit's, worse. Day in and Day out, Ferntail would convince the kits that it was their fault their mother ran off, that if they had never been born, Lionstrike would still have been alive and Sagefur would have still been in the clan. It was only inevitable that the brother and sister's young minds absorbed the information and believed it true. Hollowpaw still does.

The two kits grew up weak and malnourished, as Ferntail would often not let them nurse for days if they had done something wrong or stepped out of line. This fact came to bite Bramblekit on the tail when he was made an apprentice.

When Hollowkit and Bramblekit were made apprentices, the two were ecstatic despite their rough upbringing. Both were too weak to fight, so for the first moon of their apprentice lives, they worked on hunting skills. Bramblepaw's mentor, Honeyflight, was teaching Bramblepaw how to hunt squirrels in a tree. As the young apprentice leapt from branch to branch, his steps faltered and he slipped, falling through the many branches and landing below on the groups of gnarled roots. Because of his lack of milk as a kit, Bramblepaw's bones were weak and brittle, causing his neck to snap the second he hit the roots, killing him instantly.

Hollowpaw couldn't handle the guilt of her mother's leaving, the shame she felt about her father's death, and the grief she had taken on after Bramblepaw's demise. She fled, just as Sagefur had. She became a loner and left Midori Tribe's borders. She fled past any tribe borders until she was alone in the huge world. It was many weeks until the weak skeleton of a cat showed up in Hazeclan's territory.
Other:
"Umm.... Nope. Nothing more."

[catdoq]

[ Haha, I know what you mean XD Great, thanks for joining! ]