♦ HAZECLAN -- the swift and courageous -- LIMITED ♦

[ameko]

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[Momotaro]

WIP, ill mention you when finished,
Name:
Willowstream,
Age:
41 moons,
Gender:
Female,
Sexuality:
Heterosexual,
Residence:
Hazeclan,
Rank:
Deputy,
Appearance:
Here;
Personality:
| Intelligent | Wise | Polite | Calm | Good-natured | Motherly | Static | Close-Minded | Ferocious To Those Who attacks her 'Kits' {The Clan}| Strict |

Willowstream is a figure of a perfect mother, good-natured, polite, and quite wise, you would think this molly would be a queen; not deputy. However, her personality perfectly fits the clan, as she thinks of all the clan as her kits, and would defend it with her life. Willowstream is close-minded though, and would not welcome outsiders into the clan with out rigorous testing. She is strict, but not cold, and challenges her apprentices, not talking them down. She is very calm and intelligent, and quite good at battle strategies. She is static though, and believes that most change is bad.
RP Sample:
Lank
Other:


Name:
Mintpaw;
Mintkit, Mintleaf;
Age:
8 Moons;
Gender:
Male;
Sexuality:
Gay;
Residence:
Hazeclan;
Rank:
Apprentice;
Appearance:
Boop
Personality:
RP Sample:
Other (family, relationships, etc):
@Brxen could he be Smokepaws love interest? cause new rules.

[ameko]

Name: Honeypaw
Age: 10 moons
Gender: Male [cis ; he/him, they/them]
Sexuality: Aromantic Asexual [likes to lead cats on and act as if he's interested then drop them]
Residence: HazeClan
Rank: Apprentice [mentor: Willowstream]
Appearance: [ ref 1 - ref 2 - ref 3 - credit to *katz on flickr]
Personality:
[ excitable - shrewd - friendly - confident ]
[ deceitful - disloyal - dismissive - self-centered ]
To strangers, Honeypaw would seem like a bubbly, happy-go-lucky kitten who was unaware of any thought crossing their mind. Totally blank. Now, that's not the case in the slightest; there is much more than meets the eye. Much, much more. Once you're able to become an acquaintance of his (which isn't hard to do—he makes it his duty to know everybody's name in the Clan), you will notice that many of his off-handed comments are about himself. He doesn't like to talk about the feats of others and solely focuses on how well he's doing. With that comes his confidence, almost overwhelmingly so. Schadenfreude - taking pleasure in others pain. Now, it doesn't seem like that word would fit Honeypaw, would it? Well... the closer you get to him, you start to unlock his darker side. He takes delight in manipulating the feelings of other cats, making it seem like he loves someone, then blowing them away like a leaf in the breeze. Honeypaw doesn't like commitment and only wishes for fun.

But that's just the basics, his statistics. What is he actually like in a conversation? Most of the time he acts excited at one thing or another, in which he tends to bounce from paw-to-paw in a sort of dance. That's not only for when he's happy, however. In his darkest of moods, he shuffles his paws and may sometimes reach the peak of anger where he will seem... happy, in a sense. Creepily so. Let's just hope nobody makes him angry.
RP Sample:
Other: 100% open to having older/younger siblings and/or parents. Open to having an unrequited crush on him.

[Empress Of Evil]

Name: Swanblood
Age: 22 moons
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual although leans more towards males
Residence: HazeClan
Rank: Warrior
Appearance: Booples
Personality: Kind | Bubbly | Intelligent | Clumsy | Confident | Can't be quiet | Loyal | EXTREMELY scary when others hurt her loved ones | Sarcastic | Sensitive
RP Sample: [Taken from ShadowClan Clearing!]
Silentstar. The name was one that made the owner sound silent but deadly. Silentkit was indeed silent, but deadly really wasn’t the right word to describe him. He was anything but deadly. But then again, hardly any cat could know. He never socialised with anyone else, so no one except for his family could really see what kind of a cat he was. “Bow down and kiss my paws!” Silentkit whisper-shouted, giggling softly. This was the life. Living the kithood that every kit did. The one where they all pretended that they were the leader of ShadowClan. Wasn’t that the ultimate dream of basically every kit? It probably was, except that wasn’t so accurate when it came to Silentkit. The kit had absolutely no intentions on becoming leader. Just look him! He wasn’t anywhere near leader material. He was extremely shy and had a hard to being heard. At least he had the intelligence that a leader should. That was one bonus, but it didn’t much to Silentkit. He didn’t care who was leading ShadowClan as long as they were treating everyone well and didn’t abuse the power. As Ocelotpath lowered his head again, the tom kit clambered off carefully, lying down next to his father. He made sure that there was a small bit of distance between them, after all, he was extremely small compared to him and didn’t want to get squashed.

The territory? His bright blue orbs sparkled with interest at the thought of it. He knew that the territory would be dangerous for a kit, but it sounded like an interesting place. Despite being antisocial and not very adventurous, the idea of venturing into the territory was quite appealing to the tom. It sounded like a fun yet dangerous idea. “Well, no. But I’ve heard all the other kits talking about it!” Silentkit whispered excitedly, his eyes wide as he stared up with interest. What was he going to tell him? Was Ocelotpath going to offer to take him out into the territory? Or was he going to tell him stories about the territory? The first idea sounded more fun than the second, but they were both still exciting. The young cat wondered just how many fathers had taken out their kits into the territory. Surely not many? After all, if the kit were to get hurt in some sort of way, the father would be in heaps of trouble, and that didn’t sound like lots of fun. Being the obedient and quiet kit that he was, Silentkit had never gotten into trouble before. So he didn’t exactly know what the feeling was like, but he wasn’t very sure if he wanted to know.

Quiet? It was quieter than the camp clearing? His eyes widened even more and his ears pricked attentively. “Yes!” Silentkit exclaimed in his usual way, the whisper way. It was normally hard to tempt this kit into doing something that he shouldn’t, but it was extremely easy if you mentioned that it was peaceful. As most would’ve guessed by watching his daily behaviour, he loved the peace and quiet that the world had to offer and would always make the most of it whenever he managed to find some of it. However, he wasn’t always that lucky. With a camp full of cats, it was quite hard to find peace and quiet all the time. “Please dad! Take me out there!” Silentkit pleaded, trying to widen his bright blue hues even more in an attempt to look adorable to the point where it was impossible to refuse anything. It was a smart way of getting something that he wanted. He didn’t do it often, but in times of need or extreme want, he would do it.
Other: Nada

[lio]

Name
Smogpaw
Age
9 Moons
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Gay™
Residence
Hazeclan
Rank
Medicine Cat Apprentice
Appearance
Smogpaw is a slightly small, light grey tom with deep amber orbs. He has darker flecks along his muzzle, flank and throat. His paws are also darker, although not by much. Smogpaw's pelt is short, yet as the fur trails to his tail, it gradually gets longer. He does not have any thick fur, which is the reason as to why his tail's length does not bother him much. The apprentice has a thin, quiet voice in which holds the hint of an unknown accent. His paws are just the slightest too large for his body, causing him to be clumsy at brief times. Smogpaw will usually hold the look as if he were scanning, examining everything, as if he was keeping a mental track of each and every detail surrounding him. Although he is small for his age, Smogpaw does not let anything deceive him of the topic.
Personality
Considering his age, Smogpaw could be described as mature. He does not find excitement within how kits tumble and twirl like imbeciles. He is found to be serious and concentrated when the time is right, yet can transform into a daydreaming idiot. Although he is still an apprentice, and a Medicine Cat apprentice at that, he still romanticises about having a mate, and a male one at that. Smogpaw does as best he can to stick to his role and learn all that he can, but hey, a tom can dream! He can sometimes be seen with a bored, yet thoughtful expression, though it cannot be seen when he knows others are watching. Smogpaw is also kind, generous and caring once anyone has prodded past his tough shell. If he has an interest in a cat, he will fidget around them. His eyes will stick towards the ground and his fur will bristle in the slightest. Smogpaw attempts to make it seem casual, yet he is unable to find the ability to.
RP Sample
Songthorn trudged along the pines, his head held low as thoughts screamed within his mind. He sighed, his heart torn in two. The Irish-accented tabby had finally gotten over his little crush on the younger male, Burnet, and had fallen for one of his other friends, Claystorm.Yet, he had confessed his feelings to the tom, and was utterly broken. Claystorm had found another.

His amber gaze was saddened, although it had happened almost a moon ago. Song blinked slowly, noticing finally how his form had weakened. He was rather thin, having not eaten unless he was forced to. The small tabby began walking again, his paws dragging along the ground. He had ruined it with Clay.

And Burnet.

Songthorn sat down and flicked his ears back against his head. No wonder he was never going to find a mate. He was too rude, too sarcastic, too mean. Too slow. Too stubborn. Too... prickly. His fur bristled, and he felt a sudden wave of hate towards himself.

The only two friends that I've ever had, I drove away! Burnet probably already has a mate, and Clay actually does! Why am I so mousebrained?

Amber orbs dulled with sadness. "I haven't talked to him in so long," He mumbled, his mind on the old friend of his, Burnet. Song let himself fall to the ground, on his side. "I'll probably never speak with him ever again. He most likely hates me now." The tabby's Irish accent had become less thick as he grew, much to his approval.

"I loved him," Song realized, closing his eyes. His tailed curled around his small form, as he attempted to hide himself within the shadows.

"I miss him.."
Other
Mentor-Apprentice relationship with Scorchingblossom.

[Dust]

Name:
Aspenkit | Aspenpaw | Aspenbreeze | Aspenstar

Age:
57 moons

Gender:
Male (cis)

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Residence:
Hazeclan

Rank:
Leader

Appearance:
ref | ref
Aspenstar is a large silver tabby tom with a warm, liquid blue gaze. His fur is short, which allows him to generally not overheat in the wet heat that Hazeclan resides in. Although he is large, he is very lithe and tall, but muscular as well. Aspenstar's fur is always kept nicely groomed and always mildly drenched from his, more than often, dips in soothing river.

Personality:
Aspenstar is a very warm, fatherly leader. He's overconfident, which can be harmful at times, but he is always just and rarely acts on his negative emotions. His voice drips comfort and charisma, always at a gentle hushed tone, but the tom can raise his voice when needed. Due to this though, when Aspenstar explodes, he explodes and it tends to be quite frightening to those who have never encountered an angry aspen. The tom is also very passive; however, he pledges his full allegiance to Starclan and may sometimes take their advice and commands to an extreme. He's very over-protective of all his clanmates, but more so his mate and kits, as well as apprentices.

RP Sample:
"Badgerbite shuffled onto her stomach, slowly tucking her large black paws underneath her body, as she wrapped her tail around her left side. Her morning had been nice, at least up until Bearsnarl had basically spat insults in her face. The thought made the her hackles rise and her tail, which had been tucked neatly beside her, lash back and forth. Glancing to the side, she locked eyes with Bearsnarl for a brief moment, before back glancing at the scrawny kits, one of which was now scrambling around the clearing.

Again. Nothing. Why couldn't she feel even the slightest bit of sympathy for them? The way their pelts clung to their bones, a skeleton devoid of love, or at least that's what she had guessed. Although she hated her mother, at least she had been fed. It was a bit disgusting actually that Badgerbite actually felt some sort of admiration for Bearsnarl. The fact that the old queen could flaunt them off like that and not give a damn of what other people thought. Had to give her some props.

With a hefty sigh, the senior warrior picked herself up from the ground and slowly picked her way over, resting again next to Bearsnarl."

Other:
- Aspenstar currently has 7/9 lives.
- Lost his first protecting a kit from a fox; Lost his second leaping into the rapids to save an apprentice's life.
-Open to him having a mate and kits ^^

[ConfusedCas]

Name :: Tigerfur
Age :: 20 Moons
Gender :: Male
Sexuality :: Bisexual
Residence :: Hazeclan
Rank :: Warrior

Appearance :: -Ref- He has a lengthy body and tail as well as short legs and large paws. He has well developed muscles and broad shoulders giving him a fairly large build. His fur is short with large black tabby stripes that make his white underbelly barely visible. Tigerfur has round silver/gray colored eyes.

Personality :: ||Friendly||Attentive||Dimwit||Generous||Imaginati ve||Loyal||Goofy||Protective||
Despite his daunting appearance of a darkly colored tiger he holds no threatening personality traits that would make you think of a predator, in fact Tigerfur is a gentle and caring tom. He wishes for nothing more then a loving family and friends within Hazeclan but there are just some cats that don't fit together. He is a good friend and will listen to another's problems for as long as the other wants to talk. Though he's a good listener some things go right over his head. Tigerfur tries to be a kind cat at all times but some remarks leave his mouth that can upset someone but he may not even realize what he said was bad however he would give his left leg to make things right, so cut him some slack for effort. Even if he doesn't want to hurt anyone there may come a time when a fight is needed. Tigerfur is overly protective of those close to him, especially family, and is more than okay to sacrifice his life to save them.

RP Sample :: (Roleplay between Rowan and Cody)
Rowan padded along letting his mind stray far into the clouds. Clumps of snow occasionally intercepted the dirt trail that hadn't seemed to be trodden on in many moons. His stomach let out a small rumble but he knew he could go much longer without prey as he had gotten accustomed to being awfully hungry on his journeying, as well as thirsty, tired, and even at times lonely. A smile pulled his lips back as he remembered the last interaction he had with a certain interesting loner by the name of Torture. Rowan, as usual, had developed a crush but it didn't last. Suddenly he squeaked in surprise as his paw snagged on a tree root, ripping him from the daydreaming and into reality. Hissing a curse he scrambled back up and shook the bits of dead leaf and snow from his dark auburn red pelt. He lifted his twitching nose and decided to hunt whilst he still had his strength and energy up. His ears twitched up in surprise as a faint cat scent wafted in front of his nose. His tail lifted happily as it made him happiest to meet new felines. Simmer down, not all of them are friendly. His mind flashed back to the memories of meeting a hostile clan patrol back when he was exploring the forest. Though some of them, such as Talonpaw, were curious, innocent, and kind their were the territorial as well. Rowan twitched his whiskers impatiently reminding himself to stop drifting off.
He sped up into a trot in search for the cats, hoping they were fascinating. The scent got stronger and stronger as he walked on and by the time he got closest the sun had switched sides of the sky but was still above the trees. Rowan carefully stepped out of the shelter of the undergrowth and in view of the others. "Hello." His voice rumbled softly in his throat as he greeted the pair with kind, and gentle lime green eyes.

Other :: I think it's really cool how much detail and effort you put into making Hazeclan. Can't wait to start! ^^

[Empress Of Evil]

Name: Aquasnow
Age: 55 moons
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Residence: HazeClan
Rank: Warrior
Appearance: Here
Personality: Motherly | Funny | Smart | Impatient | Sharp-tongued | Keeps everyone in line | Cranky when tired
RP Sample: “But of course! Everyone needs to have a nice chat every now and again,” Auroraflame responded cheerfully. Whether the cheerfulness in her voice was real or not, was something that even she wasn’t certain about. She felt like being in a good mood, but should she really be? After all, not many of the recent events had been very pleasant for Auroraflame to go through. But, you just had to keep on looking forward. “Not really,” the deputy admitted, glancing down at the ground momentarily before her icy gaze flickered back to meet Blazingcomet’s. That was actually a bit of a lie. The she-cat didn’t enjoy lying to her clan mates, but there were some things that she would rather avoid. There were actually many things that she could talk about, but did she really want to talk about them? Nope, not one. None of those topics were happy ones and she didn’t need to put them on her clan mates.

The more she thought about it, the more that the stress started to come back. No, stop. Relax. On the outside, Auroraflame was cheerful and bright. She hid her emotions well behind her mask. “Absolutely. Not. Who would ever think of something so silly?” the inky she-cat replied, laughing afterwards. Despite the bad things that had happened to her, it was really hard for Auroraflame to stop laughing. She couldn’t stop laughing. Laughter was a beautiful thing and it could never be taken away from her. “Please, I wasn’t appointed to be nice to anyone,” Auroraflame continued sassily, her icy blue orbs flashing with amusement as she awaited his response. Replaying the tom’s words in her mind, the deputy could feel the déjà vu coming to her. So many cats had told her before to be more responsible seeing as she was the deputy. It had always managed to put the she-cat in a bad mood on the inside, seeing as she didn’t like it when others expected her to change her personality and be perfect, but she always made an exception for jokes.

Auroraflame watched curiously as Blazingcomet moved. Ideas and thoughts buzzed through her mind as to what he might do, but she didn’t have to wait for long to see what he had in store. But, it wasn’t quite what she had expected. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as Blazingcomet fell to the ground. A short moment passed and Auroraflame was quickly debating whether she should help him up or laugh, in good way of course, after all, she wouldn’t want to hurt anyones feelings. Perhaps it would be better to do both.
It came out as a small giggle, but it got louder and turned into a stomach hurting laugh as Auroraflame replayed his tumble in her mind. The deputy quickly calmed herself, although small snickers escaped her jaws every now and again. She held out a paw to Blazingcomet. “Well I’m sure that’s taught you to not show off,” Auroraflame said teasingly, her eyes starting to water from laughter. It was rather typical of the inky she-cat to find something funnier than it really was.
For all the time she’d spent laughing, Auroraflame had completely forgotten about all her troubles.
Other: Aspenstar's mate or to-be mate? @Duststorm

[Dust]

Originally Posted by Empress Of Evil

Other: Aspenstar's mate or to-be mate? @Duststorm

That's fine with me!

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Name:
Larkkit | Larkpaw | Larkwing

Age:
7 moons

Gender:
Female (cis)

Sexuality:
Homosexual

Residence:
Hazeclan

Rank:
Apprentice

Appearance:
|ref|
Lark is a small, short-haired female cat. Her pelt is a cream base with darker chocolate brown markings. Her eyes are a bright blue, with flecks of hazel near the iris. Has a crooked tail end.

Personality:
|Trouble-maker | Cocky | Playful | Sweet | Affectionate | Difficult |
Unlike her small and dainty appearance, Larkpaw is a pawful of trouble. She's cocky, a jokester, and nothing but energy. Larkpaw will find the thing someone hates and constantly nag about it, or tease them with it. Obviously, this hinders her ability to properly learn and connect with others, but having a patient, no-crap mentor to keep her in check will help her to learn to be responsible and sympathetic to others. Despite this, she is incredibly sweet with those who actually get to know her and is very physical with affection.

RP Sample:
"Badger could feel her the burning hot sensation of embarrassment creep back up her pelt. Shuffling her paws close to her body, the apprentice stared at the ground, her ears falling back against her skull. It had been rude, but she hadn't meant to hurt the others feelings. Badgerpaw didn't want to be know as the crabby apprentice by everyone just because she was in a bad mood. It would hopefully change once she was actually able to do things, but even now Badger had made zero friends since she was appointed as an apprentice. It had been lonely and with the disappointment of being confined to camp, it just her attitude worse. But that's no excuse... Badgerpaw quickly rose to her paws and shuffled her way over to the other apprentice. In a huff, she sat down next to Lizardpaw, keeping her eyes adverted and focused on the moss at Liz's paws.

"I was serious. What do you need help with, Lizardpaw?" Badgerpaw finally glanced up at Lizardpaw, her eyes locked on the other. She was serious, as she wanted to get this chore done as quickly as possible, but also because she did feel bad about her comment. She was also slightly concerned to why it was taking the other moons to figure out how to sort the moss."

Other (family, relationships):
As her pelt is a bit lighter than usual, she could have been adopted into the clan ^^

[lilith]

Name: Scorchingkit, Scorchingpaw,Scorchingblossom

Age: 29 moons

Gender: Genderfluid (sex is molly so they also accept she/her)

Sexuality: Pansexual

Residence: Hazeclan

Rank: Medicine cat

Appearance: [ ref ]

Personality: Scorching is your typical cat who holds their job very seriously knowing that if one minor mistake could cost a cat their life (if its really bad). They tend to come off as cross and straight forward but really they aren't like that by any means! They are soft spoken and pretty sweet once you spend a large amount of time with them. When things are going pretty light they truly know how to have a good time, making jokes and playing little games to past the time. They cant sometimes be clumsy and will make a mess in which they clean up later on.

RP Sample: The dirty tan tom had just woken up from his nights rest his pale blue gaze shifted throughout the busy clearing. Cats bustled past one another their tail flickering in the air as they went about their daily chores. Making a face he let out a huff shaking his head a tad bit before he caught wind of the more secluded area. There resided a more grumpy looking molly, weighing his option of certain interaction opposed to a more quiet area with a mean looking cat felt like a more better option than a pointless chatter. Perking his ears slightly he made his way towards the area his tail dragged slightly in the sandy ground causing a small trail to be imprinted in the area. Once he was remotely close to where the molly was he dipped his head in greeting before shuffling a little ways away from her before getting comfortable in his little area not wanting to disturb the molly what so ever nor did he had any plans to do such things. Letting out a content sigh he closed his eyes once more in a more calming look quite enjoying the sudden quietness that washed over him since he had moved away from the crowd. The light breeze tugged against the ground causing the somewhat grassed area to follow at its will the light whistle that came with it sung lightly in his ears as he studied the sounds around him as he tried his best to tune certain sounds out the best he could possibly get away with. He had to admit he was enjoying this quite a lot he just hoped the molly wouldn’t make him leave or get rather upset for him opposing her area to begin with.

Other (family, relationships): Other then friendships and such scorching can't have a mate ^^;