Post by blossomcloud on Jul 31, 2008 1:58:16 GMT -5
Name: Hazelpaw
Clan: StormClan
Rank: Apprentice
Age: 13 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Description: Hazelpaw has solid creamy white fur. Except a white tail tip, toes and the insides of her ears. Her pelt is long haired with a long, fluffy tail. Her eyes are a radiant, flowing hazel with a tinge of blue. She has a long forelock, giving her a kind of bangs over her left eye.
Personality: Hazelpaw's lived a good life so far and has no bad attitude! She loves to chat, or hunt. Fight training is her favorite. Before a battle is started or is about to be launched, she always brainstorms for another solution than fighting. Hazelpaw loves to visit the nursery anytime she can; for she loves kits and wishes to have her own...someday.
History: Born and raised in StormClan, Hazelpaw, like I said, has had a great life. Her mother was a kittypet and a former warrior. She knew that being a kittypet was easier, but that her kit would have warrior blood. Dutches, her mom, came back to StormClan and offered her kit as an apology. Hazelpaw has no clue that her mother is a kittypet. her father is still in the Clan. She doesn't know that's her father eitther. Hazelpaw can be a bit lazy in the morning, but she's always up for a training session.
IC: The cream she-cat twitched in her sleep. The ForestClan she-cat she'd met at the border yesterday had told her to watch out for the border next time; Hazelpaw hadn't noticed and crossed and caught a squirrel on there side of the border. Blossom...cloud was it? She wasn't sure but she kept dreaming about her for some reason. After not sleeping due to dreams most of the night, Hazelpaw decided to go ahead and get up rather early. She stretched her lean body and licked her shoulder fur. Hazelpaw paused, scenting. 'Nobody's brought any prey in, so I'll go hunting.' She thought and tiptoed out of the apprentices' den, making sure not to bother anyone on her way out. Hazelpaw sniffed the dead pigeon at the exit of camp. "Hmm?" she hummed, puzzled. She nipped its wing and tossed it aside, not knowing that it could be an omen. Hazelpaw continued on with her hunting.
Rules Password: Morning
