Post by ~Blossom~ on Dec 12, 2008 15:13:37 GMT -7
.x.name.x.
Hazleclaw
.x.gender.x.
Tom
.x.rank.x.
Warrior
.x.age.x.
17 moons
.x.clan.x.
WaterClan
.x.quick description.x.
golden-brown tom with bright green eyes
.x.description.x.
Hazleclaw is a large cat, with broad shoulders and hard muscles he's not a warrior you would want to get into a fight with. His fur is the golden-brown colour of bracken and sunshine. More gold than it is brown is only has the slightest tint of chocolate tint to it. Hazleclaw's eyes are large and rounded, painted a startling green that matches the color of new leaf grass, they are hard not to look at. His orbs have the tiniest hint of sky blue hidden in their depths. His legs are long and powerful as is his stomach and chest. His tails curls unusually from an accident with a monster when his was an apprentice. Around his muzzle, is a dark brown that is almost black. As it goes further up his muzzle, it blends better with the gold of his pelt.
.x.personality.x.
Just like his teeth, his tounge is sharp and ready for scorn when angered. He always has good comebacks and if he were to wish, could scar a gentle cats heart. So don't get him angry. On a regular day, he is kind and gentle. With a smile that spreads from ear to ear, he is a regularly fun loving cat. His heart aches to love and one day (kind of like a she-cat he he) wants some kits to call his own to raise and love. Hazleclaw has strong opinions on every matter and (a little selfishly) wants everyone to consider him. He's not ambitious and has nevered considered being deputy because, quite frankly, he doesn't want to. He's always wanted an apprentice though. Someone to pass on his fighting skills and kind words. Someone to teach the ways of his Clan to. That is one thing he very much wants.
.x.history.x.
Early Apprenticeship
The atmosphere was quite and slightly tensious. The forest was dark and cold, but that did not stop a lone, golden brown tom from focusing clearly upon his misson.
Hazlepaw prickled with excitement. This was the first solo task he had been set on and he was absolutely determined to get it right.
He could smell the strong scent of mouse. It made his mouth water, but he knew he couldn't eat any of his catches; They were for the elders.
He knew where the mouse was, centered in between two black roots of a large tree, the species was unknown to Hazlepaw. As he leaped towards it and sank his claws into its flesh, and acrid tang bit his nose. He wrinkled it in disgust and wondered what it could be. There aren't any Thunderpaths near here!
A loud roar echoed through his ears and Hazlepaw began to run, but in the wrong way. A huge monster burst from the trees, driving along an invisible path and swerving between the maples, birches, and oaks.
It's got me! Hazlepaw thought as the monster took an extremely painful hold of his tail. He heard a loud snap, and he was free. The salty, metallic tang of blood filled his nostrils as he tried to call out that he was hurt, but he lost all consicous ness.
Early Warriorhood
It was very quiet. Hazleclaw was intent on the thick smell of a small rodent that filled the air around him. It was powerful, laid over every other smell in the forest (mainly because it was so close).
The warning call of a black bird shattered the silence and made the leaves shudder as the mouse ran for cover. Hazleclaw tried to jump after it, but had hesitated and missed.
The golden-brown warrior turned, fake annoyance showing in his bright green eyes. "Butterflower!" He said to a bright golden she-cat with pretty dark, piney green eyes that were mischife infested.
"Oops." She said quietly.
A thick, disgusting scent was laid over everything, and filled Hazleclaw's nose. Badger! He saw it just as it flung it huge paw onto his best friend's back, crushing her spine. "Butterflower!" He cried. It was all he could do to run. One warrior could not take on a full grown badger alone. Well, and expect to live.
.x.roleplay sample.x.
Cold leaf-bare wind ruffled Blossompaw’s fur as she quietly stepped out of the apprentice’s den. Her gold and brown pelt glowed in the weak sunlight of early winter. The days of good weather and excellent hunting were over. Shivering, Blossompaw understood how hard leaf-bare would be for her. The golden she-cat’s short fur would not account for the freezing air that the coldest season brought.
Hunting will be even harder this season. She remembered how previous patrols had detected the smell of intruders all over their land, covering the fully attached carcasses of dead birds and mice. When examined, the only evidence to show a cat had killed them were the two bite marks always found squarely in the neck. Another peculiarity was how pale the prey was, always drained of any color. Blossompaw shivered again, not from the cold, but from fear. What could do that to any thing?
Shaking off these disturbing thoughts, Blossompaw remembered what had brought her out into the open. The cries of her leader, Goldenstar, summoning a meeting had aroused Blossompaw from her deep slumber and drug her out into the cold atmosphere. “Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join beneath High Rock for a Clan meeting…” I wonder what’s going on. Settling beneath High Rock, Blossompaw glanced up at her leader and waited for the other’s to arrive.
“Hey Blossompaw!” A friendly voice called. Blossompaw had no need to turn around, but did anyway, just to acknowledge the fact that her friend had spoken. A pretty black she-cat with bright green eyes was rushing toward her on long, slender legs. Before Blossompaw could return her friendly greeting, the black she-cat rammed into Blossompaw, bowling her over and making her lose her balance. The weight of her fellow apprentice on top of her pushed her into the ground. Pantherpaw, (the black she-cat), was not fat or broad, just bigger than Blossompaw by a long shot. Blossompaw had always been small, though that had never discouraged her. “Get off Pantherpaw!” Blossompaw hissed playfully. Though it wasn’t really a command, but Blossompaw meant it. It was really important that Pantherpaw did. The golden she-cat was freshly groomed and did not want to get dirt and dust all over her coat. Obediently, Pantherpaw got off of Blossompaw and as Blossompaw began to groom herself to remove all debris from her pretty fur, Pantherpaw quoted the golden apprentice’s thoughts. “I wonder what’s going on…” It was creepy how Pantherpaw could do that. But since they were kits, Pantherpaw had always said, “I seem to understand other’s emotions really well. I can pretty much tell just by the look in some cat’s eyes.” Blossompaw’s ice blue eyes must have been filled with wonder for Pantherpaw to have read her mind like that.
Looking around, Blossompaw noticed that many more cats were out. Why almost the whole Clan was gathered around High Rock to hear what her leader had to say.
“For many moons now,” Goldenstar began, “ThunderClan has needed the aid of new warriors. Today we add those two.”
Blossompaw exchanged an excited look with Pantherpaw, after all, they were the oldest apprentices.
Though neither of them new it for sure, no one had said anything about either of the old apprentices gaining their warrior names today, but, it was easily predictable as soon as Goldenstar said, “add” and “two” and “warriors”.
Blossompaw and Pantherpaw were exactly the same age, not by chance, but because the two were littermates. Not just best friends, not just joined-at-the-hip, actual sister who actually got along. Blossompaw couldn’t remember a single time that they had fought. Yes, they were littermates, though they looked nothing like each other.
Pantherpaw had their mother’s, Shadowstep’s, black fur while Blossompaw had inherited her great-grandmother, Sunpelt’s, golden fur. Sunpelt was rightly named; her pelt glowed and glistened like a million sunflowers reflecting the light of the sunshine.
Blossompaw shook herself out of her thoughts. She had to stay focused if she were going to become a warrior today. She was shaking in excitement when her mentor, Memorystep, and Pantherpaw’s mentor, Butterflower, came wandering over to sit by them.
Memorystep had very, very almost-white, pale gold fur, and icy blue eyes, the exact same shade as Blossompaw’s. The sunlight shimmered and danced off of her gorgeous pelt, making it look like newly fallen snow. Butterflower’s fur, however, was a whole different deal. Her fur was golden, yes, but it was even yellower than Blossompaw’s. Her eyes were very much unlike anything she had ever seen. They were green. But not grassy green, like Pantherpaw’s, they were a deep forest green, like pine needles. Not only that, they were flecked with a dark, forbidding gray, like storm clouds. They were beautiful.
But, Blossompaw wasn’t distracted by the beauty of her and her sister’s mentor today. She had a question for them. She trained her ice blue eyes on them sternly and said, “Why didn’t you tell us?”
Memorystep had a thoroughly confused look on her face; good acting. “What are you talking about, Blossompaw?” The pale she-cat shot a glance at Butterflower; the sunshine colored female just shrugged and looked questioningly at Pantherpaw.
Blossompaw shot an annoyed glance at her mentor. “You know exactly what I’m talking about!” When the white femmes confused features didn’t adjust, Blossompaw sighed and said, “They’re naming two new warriors today……?”
“Oh!” Finally! Memorystep and Butterflower exchanged a sympathetic gaze. “Oh, dear…. Well…. Um…. Just listen to Goldenstar. You’ll find out what’s going on in a moment.”
Something about her mentor’s hesitance made Blossompaw queasy. Were the siblings not about to become warriors after all? What was going on? Blossompaw looked back up at the golden shape of her leader, outlined against the sky. His silhouette was completely black, because the sun was sinking, leaving only a few long fingers of red light as it stretched across the darkening sky. Like huge cuts on a pure black cat.
Blossompaw was distracted from her momentary rage as she watched little silver stars appear in the sky. They were beautiful, untroubled, and peaceful. Blossompaw wished she could be like that. Not having to worry about all the troubles of Clan life. She wondered how StarClan felt when two new warriors were added to the rank of some Clan. She was sure that there were cats up there still fiercely loyal to their Clan and were angry and slightly worried when there were new warriors among the “enemy”.
Goldenstar’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts.
“You all know, that for at least a moon now, prey has been… strangely disfigured in our territory. We need new warriors in order to keep other Clans from stealing the prey we need so badly. Leaf-bare is coming, whether we like it or not, and prey is just going to get harder and harder to come by.” A thick silence washed over the Clan cats. Blossompaw was sure they were thinking about past leaf-bares; the starvation, the poverty, the sickness and the death. Blossompaw’s mind skipped ahead to the future. The sickness, starvation, death, intensified. Especially the starvation. Blossompaw shook herself, trying to dislodge the memory, she waited for her leader to begin speaking again.
“Please, my Clan, don’t panic. For StarClan watch over us, and today, they give us a chance to add two more warriors to our ranks. Pantherpaw, step forward.”
This is it! Blossompaw thought. Her stupid worries were nothing but just that, stupid worries. Pantherpaw and she were going to become warriors! But, the next words out of her leader’s mouth shocked, angered, and sadden her all at the same time.
“Orchidpaw, come forward.”
(Adopted from my story "The Rise of Night")
.x.password.x.
Nymph
Hazleclaw
.x.gender.x.
Tom
.x.rank.x.
Warrior
.x.age.x.
17 moons
.x.clan.x.
WaterClan
.x.quick description.x.
golden-brown tom with bright green eyes
.x.description.x.
Hazleclaw is a large cat, with broad shoulders and hard muscles he's not a warrior you would want to get into a fight with. His fur is the golden-brown colour of bracken and sunshine. More gold than it is brown is only has the slightest tint of chocolate tint to it. Hazleclaw's eyes are large and rounded, painted a startling green that matches the color of new leaf grass, they are hard not to look at. His orbs have the tiniest hint of sky blue hidden in their depths. His legs are long and powerful as is his stomach and chest. His tails curls unusually from an accident with a monster when his was an apprentice. Around his muzzle, is a dark brown that is almost black. As it goes further up his muzzle, it blends better with the gold of his pelt.
.x.personality.x.
Just like his teeth, his tounge is sharp and ready for scorn when angered. He always has good comebacks and if he were to wish, could scar a gentle cats heart. So don't get him angry. On a regular day, he is kind and gentle. With a smile that spreads from ear to ear, he is a regularly fun loving cat. His heart aches to love and one day (kind of like a she-cat he he) wants some kits to call his own to raise and love. Hazleclaw has strong opinions on every matter and (a little selfishly) wants everyone to consider him. He's not ambitious and has nevered considered being deputy because, quite frankly, he doesn't want to. He's always wanted an apprentice though. Someone to pass on his fighting skills and kind words. Someone to teach the ways of his Clan to. That is one thing he very much wants.
.x.history.x.
Early Apprenticeship
The atmosphere was quite and slightly tensious. The forest was dark and cold, but that did not stop a lone, golden brown tom from focusing clearly upon his misson.
Hazlepaw prickled with excitement. This was the first solo task he had been set on and he was absolutely determined to get it right.
He could smell the strong scent of mouse. It made his mouth water, but he knew he couldn't eat any of his catches; They were for the elders.
He knew where the mouse was, centered in between two black roots of a large tree, the species was unknown to Hazlepaw. As he leaped towards it and sank his claws into its flesh, and acrid tang bit his nose. He wrinkled it in disgust and wondered what it could be. There aren't any Thunderpaths near here!
A loud roar echoed through his ears and Hazlepaw began to run, but in the wrong way. A huge monster burst from the trees, driving along an invisible path and swerving between the maples, birches, and oaks.
It's got me! Hazlepaw thought as the monster took an extremely painful hold of his tail. He heard a loud snap, and he was free. The salty, metallic tang of blood filled his nostrils as he tried to call out that he was hurt, but he lost all consicous ness.
Early Warriorhood
It was very quiet. Hazleclaw was intent on the thick smell of a small rodent that filled the air around him. It was powerful, laid over every other smell in the forest (mainly because it was so close).
The warning call of a black bird shattered the silence and made the leaves shudder as the mouse ran for cover. Hazleclaw tried to jump after it, but had hesitated and missed.
The golden-brown warrior turned, fake annoyance showing in his bright green eyes. "Butterflower!" He said to a bright golden she-cat with pretty dark, piney green eyes that were mischife infested.
"Oops." She said quietly.
A thick, disgusting scent was laid over everything, and filled Hazleclaw's nose. Badger! He saw it just as it flung it huge paw onto his best friend's back, crushing her spine. "Butterflower!" He cried. It was all he could do to run. One warrior could not take on a full grown badger alone. Well, and expect to live.
.x.roleplay sample.x.
Cold leaf-bare wind ruffled Blossompaw’s fur as she quietly stepped out of the apprentice’s den. Her gold and brown pelt glowed in the weak sunlight of early winter. The days of good weather and excellent hunting were over. Shivering, Blossompaw understood how hard leaf-bare would be for her. The golden she-cat’s short fur would not account for the freezing air that the coldest season brought.
Hunting will be even harder this season. She remembered how previous patrols had detected the smell of intruders all over their land, covering the fully attached carcasses of dead birds and mice. When examined, the only evidence to show a cat had killed them were the two bite marks always found squarely in the neck. Another peculiarity was how pale the prey was, always drained of any color. Blossompaw shivered again, not from the cold, but from fear. What could do that to any thing?
Shaking off these disturbing thoughts, Blossompaw remembered what had brought her out into the open. The cries of her leader, Goldenstar, summoning a meeting had aroused Blossompaw from her deep slumber and drug her out into the cold atmosphere. “Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join beneath High Rock for a Clan meeting…” I wonder what’s going on. Settling beneath High Rock, Blossompaw glanced up at her leader and waited for the other’s to arrive.
“Hey Blossompaw!” A friendly voice called. Blossompaw had no need to turn around, but did anyway, just to acknowledge the fact that her friend had spoken. A pretty black she-cat with bright green eyes was rushing toward her on long, slender legs. Before Blossompaw could return her friendly greeting, the black she-cat rammed into Blossompaw, bowling her over and making her lose her balance. The weight of her fellow apprentice on top of her pushed her into the ground. Pantherpaw, (the black she-cat), was not fat or broad, just bigger than Blossompaw by a long shot. Blossompaw had always been small, though that had never discouraged her. “Get off Pantherpaw!” Blossompaw hissed playfully. Though it wasn’t really a command, but Blossompaw meant it. It was really important that Pantherpaw did. The golden she-cat was freshly groomed and did not want to get dirt and dust all over her coat. Obediently, Pantherpaw got off of Blossompaw and as Blossompaw began to groom herself to remove all debris from her pretty fur, Pantherpaw quoted the golden apprentice’s thoughts. “I wonder what’s going on…” It was creepy how Pantherpaw could do that. But since they were kits, Pantherpaw had always said, “I seem to understand other’s emotions really well. I can pretty much tell just by the look in some cat’s eyes.” Blossompaw’s ice blue eyes must have been filled with wonder for Pantherpaw to have read her mind like that.
Looking around, Blossompaw noticed that many more cats were out. Why almost the whole Clan was gathered around High Rock to hear what her leader had to say.
“For many moons now,” Goldenstar began, “ThunderClan has needed the aid of new warriors. Today we add those two.”
Blossompaw exchanged an excited look with Pantherpaw, after all, they were the oldest apprentices.
Though neither of them new it for sure, no one had said anything about either of the old apprentices gaining their warrior names today, but, it was easily predictable as soon as Goldenstar said, “add” and “two” and “warriors”.
Blossompaw and Pantherpaw were exactly the same age, not by chance, but because the two were littermates. Not just best friends, not just joined-at-the-hip, actual sister who actually got along. Blossompaw couldn’t remember a single time that they had fought. Yes, they were littermates, though they looked nothing like each other.
Pantherpaw had their mother’s, Shadowstep’s, black fur while Blossompaw had inherited her great-grandmother, Sunpelt’s, golden fur. Sunpelt was rightly named; her pelt glowed and glistened like a million sunflowers reflecting the light of the sunshine.
Blossompaw shook herself out of her thoughts. She had to stay focused if she were going to become a warrior today. She was shaking in excitement when her mentor, Memorystep, and Pantherpaw’s mentor, Butterflower, came wandering over to sit by them.
Memorystep had very, very almost-white, pale gold fur, and icy blue eyes, the exact same shade as Blossompaw’s. The sunlight shimmered and danced off of her gorgeous pelt, making it look like newly fallen snow. Butterflower’s fur, however, was a whole different deal. Her fur was golden, yes, but it was even yellower than Blossompaw’s. Her eyes were very much unlike anything she had ever seen. They were green. But not grassy green, like Pantherpaw’s, they were a deep forest green, like pine needles. Not only that, they were flecked with a dark, forbidding gray, like storm clouds. They were beautiful.
But, Blossompaw wasn’t distracted by the beauty of her and her sister’s mentor today. She had a question for them. She trained her ice blue eyes on them sternly and said, “Why didn’t you tell us?”
Memorystep had a thoroughly confused look on her face; good acting. “What are you talking about, Blossompaw?” The pale she-cat shot a glance at Butterflower; the sunshine colored female just shrugged and looked questioningly at Pantherpaw.
Blossompaw shot an annoyed glance at her mentor. “You know exactly what I’m talking about!” When the white femmes confused features didn’t adjust, Blossompaw sighed and said, “They’re naming two new warriors today……?”
“Oh!” Finally! Memorystep and Butterflower exchanged a sympathetic gaze. “Oh, dear…. Well…. Um…. Just listen to Goldenstar. You’ll find out what’s going on in a moment.”
Something about her mentor’s hesitance made Blossompaw queasy. Were the siblings not about to become warriors after all? What was going on? Blossompaw looked back up at the golden shape of her leader, outlined against the sky. His silhouette was completely black, because the sun was sinking, leaving only a few long fingers of red light as it stretched across the darkening sky. Like huge cuts on a pure black cat.
Blossompaw was distracted from her momentary rage as she watched little silver stars appear in the sky. They were beautiful, untroubled, and peaceful. Blossompaw wished she could be like that. Not having to worry about all the troubles of Clan life. She wondered how StarClan felt when two new warriors were added to the rank of some Clan. She was sure that there were cats up there still fiercely loyal to their Clan and were angry and slightly worried when there were new warriors among the “enemy”.
Goldenstar’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts.
“You all know, that for at least a moon now, prey has been… strangely disfigured in our territory. We need new warriors in order to keep other Clans from stealing the prey we need so badly. Leaf-bare is coming, whether we like it or not, and prey is just going to get harder and harder to come by.” A thick silence washed over the Clan cats. Blossompaw was sure they were thinking about past leaf-bares; the starvation, the poverty, the sickness and the death. Blossompaw’s mind skipped ahead to the future. The sickness, starvation, death, intensified. Especially the starvation. Blossompaw shook herself, trying to dislodge the memory, she waited for her leader to begin speaking again.
“Please, my Clan, don’t panic. For StarClan watch over us, and today, they give us a chance to add two more warriors to our ranks. Pantherpaw, step forward.”
This is it! Blossompaw thought. Her stupid worries were nothing but just that, stupid worries. Pantherpaw and she were going to become warriors! But, the next words out of her leader’s mouth shocked, angered, and sadden her all at the same time.
“Orchidpaw, come forward.”
(Adopted from my story "The Rise of Night")
.x.password.x.
Nymph
Sorry Icey. I had like seven minutes to add Early Warriorhood to my history.
