Hazelsplash of HailClan Jul 1, 2008 11:44:10 GMT -5
Post by [imagine]haʑel on Jul 1, 2008 11:44:10 GMT -5
Age;; 15 Moons
Hazelsplash is a slim framed she-cat. She has slener flanks and shoulders, hiding muscles that pack a powerful punch. Her legs are lithe, and long, giving her a smooth, swift gait. Her paws are proportional to her body, thin and dainty, with fur bunched at her claws. Hazelsplash's tail is ridiculously long and plumy, and fans out like a full feather, compared to the cats around her. Her fur is sleek and silky, like most HailClan cats. Hazelsplash's fur is a pretty, distinct dappled pattern; a mix of blacks, whites, greys, gingers, and browns that help her blend in with the natural forest undergrowth tones.
Hazelsplash has a finely shaped head, with small neat ears. Her ears have tufts of fur at the tips, giving her a wild look. She also seems to have a bit of fur flowing from her cheeks, and fanning out to make her appear like a diminutive lynx. Hazelsplash's whiskers reach just farther than her fur, rather long for such a small cat. Its is also well known that Hazelsplash's eyes are remarkable to the view. They are not an inaverage color, but an inaverage form of a natural color. Her eyes are round and wide, and are a striking leaf-green color, bright and glowing. Usually Hazelsplash's eyes are gleaming with thought.
Hazelsplash would be what msot would call fiery. Though she has settled down as she grew older, traces of her feirce temper escape from time to time, making her a formidable cat to deal with in anger. In her apprentice days, Hazelsplash was nearly unappraochable. But, as said before, she has calmed down over the years. Now Hazelsplash is wise and calm, most of the time.
Not only is Hazelsplash a formidable cat to speak to, but she is exceptionally exquisite in battle. From birth, Hazelsplash has shown great promise as a warrior in the battlefield. She practied hard, and it paid off. She lands nearly every move, and never misses an attack. Most cats respect her because of this as well as her newly adopted wise nature. Hazelsplash has even gained a respected stauts in all the clans. She has the reputation of one of the most formidable warriors in the forest as if currently.
Hazelkit was born from former leader Fadestar and warrior Thornfang. She was born with two siblings, Mudkit and Firekit. The three kits showed marvelous promise, even in the nursery. All were born strong and smart, and mantained their status until currently. As a kit Hazlekit proved to be reckless and would endlessly get herself into trouble with her mother. She paid the price, and was given the duty to clean the elder's bedding every time, until it became normal chore as an apprentice.
Hazelpaw, Firepaw, and Mudpaw were showing even mroe quality during training. Hazlpaw was being mentored by the former Clan deputy, Shadowclaw. Her silbings were given wodnerufl warriors as mentors. But the happiness did not last forever. Firepaw found it a struggle to be contented in the Clan. She soon left, to become a loner elsewhere. She visted ehr sister and brother from time to time, but Hazelpaw was devestated. Firepaw became Aleu the Loner. As an apprentice, Hazelpaw's recklessness slowly melted into a fiery, stubborn nature. She disagreed with most warriors, and wasn't afraid to voice her word to their faces. This made her mentor get easily agitated towards her, and fueled her fire.
She was finally Hazelsplash. Not cat believed she would make it that far in Clan life with ehr attitude, but she did. She, of course, was undisturbed. Hazelsplash was still irritable, though her fiery nature began to fade. She became smarter, more curious and clever than before. She was more likeable among the Clna now, and gained respect with her impish ideas and clever schemes. Soon enough, Hazelsplash became the blueprint of the Clan. She was the plan creator, and battle-plan mapper. Cats nwo turned to her for advice. Whether they got it or a nasty retort depended on the day.
Role Play Example;;
The air was tinged with a certain bad scent. The roads had many cracks along the way, and the light was dim at this time of day. The entire alleyway seemed threatening, and unfamiliar, most probably to all cats except one. In the shadows of a trash can stood a silhouette of a slender cat. This cat, you see, came here often. She found a decent food source in this alley, decent for what most others got out of the outskirts. The tail twitched, and the cat began moving forward, trailing her paws along a lengthy crack in the pavement.
Rayne let her paws skim across a long crack that was embedded in the hard surface below her paw pads. This surface was stronger than anything she ever touched in her life, stronger than the greatest cat and harder than the coldest heart. Rayne's jade green gaze was locked on the fracture. She blinked slowly, thinking. If the hardest and strongest thing cracked, did that mean everything, and everyone crack or break too? Was it meant to be that way? Rayne sighed, and twitched her whiskers. "I suppose even the strongest things break someday." She murmured, her front right paw grazing the imperfection.