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

[JerseyDusk]

~: Nightwhisper :~

He flicked his ears, at the she-cat's cold tone, but only for a blink of the eye. Then as if a dismissle, he dipped his head to both her and Ebonyfrost. Black fur ruffled up against the chilly air and he departed to the fresh kill pile. Seeing it wassn't very full, he only grabbed a small mouse. The tom then took the mouse and padded top a secluded area of the camp and started munching. As bones crackled in his teeth, angry thoughts filled his mind. I wish I had a she-cat that would look at me like that. He shook his head and continued eating off the rodent.

:- Echopaw -:

The silver tabby nodded and purred. "I'm alright, it's strange having no one I know very well." She licked her chest in a sort of embaressed way. Her green eyes gazed around trying to find something to change the subject. Tail flicking she glanced at him, then looked away. Sounds from outside made her perk her ears. Uh, what do I say? She couldn't help but think.

[catdoq]

.: Mudstar :.

Mudstar sighed, feeling a prick of annoyance that she had to sit around until the wound was healed more. She nodded hesitantly, "Alright, thank you Brookfeather." She paused, thinking for a moment. "Can you have Nightwhisper organize the patrols, please?" Mudstar asked. She shifted in her nest and groaned, "Are you sure I can't do anything? I want my clan to know that I'm okay." A growl rose in her throat.

[catdoq]

.: Redpaw :.

Redpaw glanced at her and titled his head to the side, "What do you mean you don't know anyone?" He asked curiously. Redpaw shifted around his nest a bit awkwardly until he was facing Echopaw. He followed his gaze outside and saw the shape of his brother and Petalpaw. He scoffed, "Young love. What a joke..." He muttered to himself and settled down to sleep again, anger shooting through him.

[JerseyDusk]

:- Echopaw -:

She laughed. "Ha. Young love. A joke is right." She mewed. Echopaw had heard his question but she acted as if she didn't hear him. The she-cat glanced toward her fellow apprentice. "Would you like to go get something to eat?" She really hoped she wasn't disrupting him.

[catdoq]

.: Redpaw :.

Redpaw's ear twitched as she avoided his question but stood and nodded, "Sure, I guess I should be getting up by now, or Mudstar will have a fit." He sighed and walked from the apprentice's den, glancing at his brother. Redpaw sent a glare his way and continued walking, half of him hoping that he had not seen. He grabbed a bird for them to share and settled down, nudging it towards her, "Here, you can eat first."

[QuantumEntanglement]

Loner

Vivace blinked quickly, the blood rushing to her head formed a red glaze over her hazel eyes. Now that she thought about it, her pelt was hot, and sticky. At first she assumed it was because of the rain, but the branches had dug sharp, brittle bark into her skin, and she was bleeding rather heavily. The loners' dramatic panting continued, the rising and falling of her chest sending waves of burning throughout her body. She hesitantly rolled her head to the side, gasping in shock. It felt as if her neck was broken, it wasn't, not one bone in her body was broken but they all felt as if they'd been shattered. The agony she was in would be to much for any cat to bear, but her state of shock made a good lot of the pain unnoticed. She squeezed her eyelids shut and opened them wide, seeing double. The earth seemed to move in slowly spinning waves of blurry color as she clung to consciousness.
Vivace was completely entangled in the gnarled branches, if you looked up the tree, you could see where she fell from. Some twenty feet up, it looked like the she-cat had hit every branch on the way down. Her left leg was held straight up in the air, the stiff, dead branches were hooked firmly around her ankle, hawk, and upper thy. Her right leg was twisted in the opposite direction, the thy was bound her her lower back by a complexly twisted limb, the bark, rough and peeling pierced her skin. Her tail was curved in an '8' sort of formation, limply held by the sticks. her body was wrapped once around the largest part of the main branch, being torn at, every time she breathed, by the skin of the tree. A front leg was tied to her chest, the back of her paw pressing against her cheek, the other one bent almost to her back in a broken looking way. Her white coat was stained with blood, and her head was covered in mud, she looked as if she'd been thrown into a blender, then dropped out of the sky and left to die in the woods. The she-cat was lucky to be alive. It was a miracle that she didn't have any worse injuries as well, only a few gashes and wounds and bruised bones, but other than that she was in perfect health.
Vivace's uncontrollable shivering set in again as the frozen air sliced through her skin, her sharp teeth chattered and her whole body shook, shaking the branch as well. She opened her mouth and shut her eyes tight, wrenching in agony she let out a slightly muted scream. With what little energy she had, she put it to work to try and calm the seizure-like contractions.

[Wileyfangs]

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Username: ~GottaBeLucky~
Name: IvyEyes
Gender: she-cat
Age: 23 moons
Rank: warrior
Rank wanted: warrior
Kin*: none
Mate*: none
Crush*: impress her
Apprentice/Mentor: none
Personality: Tactful, cautious, sarcastic, quick-witted and sharp-tongued. IvyEyes is basically a smart-alec with an attitude. Always ready for a fight, yet smart enough to know when she's beaten this she-cat. She always has something to say, though wheter its the right thing to say at the time is completely up for debate. Though often under this smart- alecky attitude is a shy she-cat who needs a friend. She was always used to being alone even as a kit, so she becomes quick-toungued to gain attention. Though it isn't always the kind she wants.
Description: A black and white tuxedo she-cat with strange emerald eyes.
History*: She doesn't like talking about it.
Other:

none

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Username: ~GottaBeLucky~
Name: Thornkit
Gender: she-cat
Age: 4 moons
Rank: kit
Rank wanted: A warrior, then who knows mybe leader one day.
Kin*: Shrewpaw, cousin
Mate*: too young
Crush*: impress her
Apprentice/Mentor: none
Personality: Thornkit, like her namesake, is just like a thorn. Prickly and sharp, yet persistant and highly irritating at times. Though why she is this way remains a mystery though most cats believe its because her mother gave her up to continue being a rogue and this left a harsh impression on the youngster. Talkative to a point, as well as considerate she only lets cats she think won't hurt her into her life. Whether you pass this inspection or not is up to her, but she makes it a point when she does like you. Like a thorn she'll protect what it is she is saving, not matter what.
Description: A thick furred chocolate she-cat with thin dark brown stripes that run down her pelt like ripples in water. Her eyes are a light brown.
History*: She doesn't like talking about it, but her parents abadoned her at the ripe age of three moons. She still remembers it and it makes her cry when she's alone.
Other:

none

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Username: ~GottaBeLucky~
Name: Shrewpaw
Gender: tom
Age: 8 moons
Rank: apprentice
Rank wanted: Warrior, maybe deputy...
Kin*: Thornkit, they're cousins
Mate*: none
Crush*: impress him
Apprentice/Mentor: Mudstar
Personality: Shy, quiet, smart and calculating. Shrewpaw is in all ways quiet. Unlike his prickly cousin, he thinks of the world as a wonderful place and some cats say he can be happy without even the scent of catmint. He's quick on his paws, and swifter than any cat in the water. He is often referred to as a "GhostShrew" which he detests because of how he got the nickname. Though he loves his life in the clan he often wonders about what it would be like to be able to travel. To many he's a dreamer.
Description: Broad-shouldered tom with light gray fur and deep orange eyes.
History*: There isn't much to talk about except like his cousin his parents left without a word, though they were warriors. No one knows why they left.
Other: None

[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."

[[ Done ]]

[{Katniss-Everdeen}]

Username:
Name: Brightspots
Gender: She-Cat
Age: 18 moons
Rank: Warrior
Rank wanted: Leader, if possible one day
Kin*: A father, named Onesoul. But she dosn't like him considering he abondon her to a clan, and left {May be introduced later}
Mate*: ---
Crush*: ---
Apprentice/Mentor: Needs Apprentice
Personality: She is a very kind and considerate cat. She enjoys being incharge. Not to mention she is nosy and can't hold her tongue that well. Although, she's is nice, kind, considerate, and thoughtful. She's also fun to be around, and loves making friends. Even though she sometimes gets caught into trouble, she is alwyas calm, and is quick thinking to get out of it. And that goes for every situation. She will always stand up for what she thinks is right, and always will defend, wether it be her clan, herself, or another cat. Some cats don't like her because of her bold disposition, but she never really cares what anyone thinks, well, unless it's a cruch of course!
Description: In photo
History*: ---
Other: HAZELCLAN!

[QuantumEntanglement]

[~GottaBeLucky~: Accepted, I'll send your form to Silver. so she can see it once she gets back on.]
[Bri-Lane, I'll send your form as well to Silver. I'm fairly sure you were already accepted so that much can go without saying.
(Beautiful form by the way! I'd give an arm and a leg to see more people post like that!)]
[*Sandstorm*, I'm sure Silver. would accept you, she's not that uptight, but just in case you might want to try being a tad bit more descriptive in the 'personality' field. Your form will be sent to her as well.]