Post by Hazelfang on Jun 23, 2009 17:56:23 GMT -5
Name: Hazelfang
Gender: Tom
Age (in moons): 39 Moons
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Warrior
History: Hazelfang was birthed in WindClan, and of WindClan felines. His mother and father had a rocky relationship when he and his littermates were born, but by the time Hazelfang was an apprentice, things seemed to have simmered down. His mother, Pondstep, was as sweet as a gooseberry bush, and raised Hazelfang and his sibling well- polite, well-mannered (aside from the many kit-antics). Unfortunately, two moons before Hazelfang was appointed a warrior, his mother was kidnapped by her namesake- a pond. The she-cat was very pregnant, and couldn't swim well enough. She drowned to her death. Immensely troubled by her mother's death, Hazelfang's sister- Larkfoot, ran away from her Clan, and the pond, suffering from terrible grief. Although this upset poor Hazelfang, he always knew that his sister shied away from Clanlife and wasn't really surprised nor unsettled(she was a little crazy, anyways).
Personality: Hazelfang, to say the least, isn't the most jolliest cat in WindClan. He's content with chosen few, and tolerates the rest. If he encounters something or someone he doesn't like, the tom usually ignores it, as not to DIRECTLY hurt one's feelings. (yeah right). Aside from that little aspect, Hazelfang is quite the gentleman. He's quiet and modest. He's a loyal cat and loves his clan to death; always sticking by the warrior code. He's aware of others personal space, as well as his own; you could say he isn't very social with those outside WindClan. He enjoys nature and his territory.
Description: Hazelfang is very orange. He's an orange tabby- sunny fur swirled with dark tangerine. The tom thin and lithe, like the stereotypical WindClan feline. With small paws and a pointed tail, Hazelfang is quite fast, as needed to be to chase down rabbits. His hazel eyes gleam like daylight.
IC: Apricot paws glided over the windy moor. Gleaming dew from the morning's fresh grass dampened the cats pelt and whiskers. The feline halted, suddenly, flicking his small ears to the sound of a bird- flap flap flap. With a burst of speed, Hazelfang followed the sound of the animal, but only managed to scare it off with his loud paws. The tom laughed, amused at moment of silliness. He shook his head to clear the morning fog, and set off in trail of a rabbit's scent. Slowly he crept, muscles tensing, anticipating the sprint once the prey fled. The rabbit froze; a heartbeat later, it bolted. Hazelfang jumped the second after it ran, and flew after the animal. The wind ruffled his pelt, while the rising sun cast shadows off rock and land. Hazelfang was softly smiling as he pounced down on his catch.
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Gender: Tom
Age (in moons): 39 Moons
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Warrior
History: Hazelfang was birthed in WindClan, and of WindClan felines. His mother and father had a rocky relationship when he and his littermates were born, but by the time Hazelfang was an apprentice, things seemed to have simmered down. His mother, Pondstep, was as sweet as a gooseberry bush, and raised Hazelfang and his sibling well- polite, well-mannered (aside from the many kit-antics). Unfortunately, two moons before Hazelfang was appointed a warrior, his mother was kidnapped by her namesake- a pond. The she-cat was very pregnant, and couldn't swim well enough. She drowned to her death. Immensely troubled by her mother's death, Hazelfang's sister- Larkfoot, ran away from her Clan, and the pond, suffering from terrible grief. Although this upset poor Hazelfang, he always knew that his sister shied away from Clanlife and wasn't really surprised nor unsettled(she was a little crazy, anyways).
Personality: Hazelfang, to say the least, isn't the most jolliest cat in WindClan. He's content with chosen few, and tolerates the rest. If he encounters something or someone he doesn't like, the tom usually ignores it, as not to DIRECTLY hurt one's feelings. (yeah right). Aside from that little aspect, Hazelfang is quite the gentleman. He's quiet and modest. He's a loyal cat and loves his clan to death; always sticking by the warrior code. He's aware of others personal space, as well as his own; you could say he isn't very social with those outside WindClan. He enjoys nature and his territory.
Description: Hazelfang is very orange. He's an orange tabby- sunny fur swirled with dark tangerine. The tom thin and lithe, like the stereotypical WindClan feline. With small paws and a pointed tail, Hazelfang is quite fast, as needed to be to chase down rabbits. His hazel eyes gleam like daylight.
IC: Apricot paws glided over the windy moor. Gleaming dew from the morning's fresh grass dampened the cats pelt and whiskers. The feline halted, suddenly, flicking his small ears to the sound of a bird- flap flap flap. With a burst of speed, Hazelfang followed the sound of the animal, but only managed to scare it off with his loud paws. The tom laughed, amused at moment of silliness. He shook his head to clear the morning fog, and set off in trail of a rabbit's scent. Slowly he crept, muscles tensing, anticipating the sprint once the prey fled. The rabbit froze; a heartbeat later, it bolted. Hazelfang jumped the second after it ran, and flew after the animal. The wind ruffled his pelt, while the rising sun cast shadows off rock and land. Hazelfang was softly smiling as he pounced down on his catch.
Other: PICTUREEE: click!
