Post by ~Wintertail~ on Jun 3, 2008 19:01:12 GMT -5
Name: Hazepelt
Clan: StormClan
Rank: Warrior
Age: 38 Moons
Gender: Tom
Description: Hazepelt's a solid gray Tom. The tip of every other hair gets a brighter and brighter type of gray. He has pale amber eyes, dimming from old age. His paws are a bit big for his size, and his claws are as well. His tail is unusually long, the tip of it is a bright gray color. His fur is very long, especially on his tail, that usually gets dirty from being so close to the floor.
Personality: His eyes never give away what he is feeling. Most of the time he's feeling calm, and in control. He has a bold and courageous heart, supplied with a smart head as well. He's quick at thinking what's best, and is dedicated to his leader and Clan mates. He tries not to show his emotions, and he does a very good job at it, it seems he's always contemplating about something. Though he may be old, he is not slow, he is clever, wise, and always sharp.
History: Hazepelt was born in StormClan, with his two sisters. Sadly both of them died from Kittencough, but Hazepelt survived the deadly disease. He promised his mother and father that he would make up for it, by becoming the world's greatest StormClan warrior. He had a real good start, he caught the most prey StormClan had ever seen, and it fed them for two straight days without hunting, and he just became an apprentice then. When there was a big battle between StormClan and ShoreClan, he fought with a lot of courage, and tactics. He drove away six cats, and killed two for standing there ground in his territory. Things only got better when he became a warrior, which is when he achieved a lot more great things, like saving three kits from a rushing river in ShoreClan, even though they won't StormClan born. Now he's in his old age, still loyal and true to his clan, and nothing is stopping him from doing the right thing still.
IC: Hazepelt padded over to the fresh-kill pile, pawing at several kills, and finding his favorite, a Pigeon. He enjoyed picking the feathers, and giving them to the leader, and the Medicine Cat. He grunted as he flayed himself on the floor, and began to pick out all the feathers. Suddenly Littlekit came rushing over, panting from playing with his sisters, and hanging over Hazepelt's project.
"Watcha doin' Hazepelt?" mewed Littlekit, not taking his eyes off of the white and blue tinged feathers.
"I'm picking the feathers for our leader to have." answered Hazepelt, looking up from his work.
Littlekit did nothing but grunt in approval, and scamper back to his sisters to play some more.
"Kits." purred Hazepelt in amusement, and got back to picking feathers.
Rules Password: [glow=yellow,2,300]Morning[/glow]
Clan: StormClan
Rank: Warrior
Age: 38 Moons
Gender: Tom
Description: Hazepelt's a solid gray Tom. The tip of every other hair gets a brighter and brighter type of gray. He has pale amber eyes, dimming from old age. His paws are a bit big for his size, and his claws are as well. His tail is unusually long, the tip of it is a bright gray color. His fur is very long, especially on his tail, that usually gets dirty from being so close to the floor.
Personality: His eyes never give away what he is feeling. Most of the time he's feeling calm, and in control. He has a bold and courageous heart, supplied with a smart head as well. He's quick at thinking what's best, and is dedicated to his leader and Clan mates. He tries not to show his emotions, and he does a very good job at it, it seems he's always contemplating about something. Though he may be old, he is not slow, he is clever, wise, and always sharp.
History: Hazepelt was born in StormClan, with his two sisters. Sadly both of them died from Kittencough, but Hazepelt survived the deadly disease. He promised his mother and father that he would make up for it, by becoming the world's greatest StormClan warrior. He had a real good start, he caught the most prey StormClan had ever seen, and it fed them for two straight days without hunting, and he just became an apprentice then. When there was a big battle between StormClan and ShoreClan, he fought with a lot of courage, and tactics. He drove away six cats, and killed two for standing there ground in his territory. Things only got better when he became a warrior, which is when he achieved a lot more great things, like saving three kits from a rushing river in ShoreClan, even though they won't StormClan born. Now he's in his old age, still loyal and true to his clan, and nothing is stopping him from doing the right thing still.
IC: Hazepelt padded over to the fresh-kill pile, pawing at several kills, and finding his favorite, a Pigeon. He enjoyed picking the feathers, and giving them to the leader, and the Medicine Cat. He grunted as he flayed himself on the floor, and began to pick out all the feathers. Suddenly Littlekit came rushing over, panting from playing with his sisters, and hanging over Hazepelt's project.
"Watcha doin' Hazepelt?" mewed Littlekit, not taking his eyes off of the white and blue tinged feathers.
"I'm picking the feathers for our leader to have." answered Hazepelt, looking up from his work.
Littlekit did nothing but grunt in approval, and scamper back to his sisters to play some more.
"Kits." purred Hazepelt in amusement, and got back to picking feathers.
Rules Password: [glow=yellow,2,300]Morning[/glow]
