Hazelrah

Warriors at Heart, a Warrior Cats adventure

Hi everyone!!! I'm Hazelrah, nice to meet you all (: I like MarshClan, SunClan and CaveClan as well! (:

Trial of Shadows | Warrior Cats

Here are my first two CS applications, along with a couple of NPCs relevant to Hawk's backstory (: Let me know if there's anything I should modify!

Rosefire

Rosefire

Age: 26 moons

Gender: She-cat

Clan: MistClan

Rank: Warrior

Personality: Rosefire can be feisty when she needs to be but tends to be steady, loyal, and quiet at first. This means she comes across as shy, when in reality she's just waiting to see how situations develop. She's a watcher. She never takes anyone at first glance. She is someone who has always been relegated to the background of the story. Growing up in MistClan as a single kit, whose mother died very young, Rosefire has always longed to feel like she belongs. But her tendency towards being shy at first, towards roaming instead of staying in the camp, towards yearning for something more has led her to be one of the Warriors most of the clan treats with ambivalence.

Appearance: With her slim build, watchful eyes, and gray (almost white) tabby body, Rosefire knows how to blend in to the background. She's always been good at hiding among the marshes, with their long reeds and shadows full of secrets. She has a soft, husky voice.

Biography: Rosefire was born as a single kit to a loner, whose name she does not remember, and whose last act of love was to drop Rosefire off outside of MistClan. Rosefire progressed through the rites of kit, apprentice, and then finally Warrior quietly, without fanfare, and without anything particularly exciting happen. Her former mentor, Glacierclaw (NPC), was a quiet soul who passed on to StarClan shortly after her Warrior ceremony and left Rosefire feeling completely alone. She yearns to do something meaningful for her Clan but has never felt brave enough to step up and do it. She often thinks of Glacierclaw fondly, as the only family she's truly felt she's had, and hopes to someday make him proud. What she never realized is that her quiet, steady presence, her loyalty, have not gone as unnoticed as she seems to think it always has...

Apprentice: None.

Mate: None yet.

Kits: None yet.

Hawk

Hawk

Name: Hawk, fka Sandrunner

Age: 32 Moons

Gender: Tom

Clan: Exiled from ThornClan

Rank: Loner

Appearance: Hawk is a large orange tabby, built like a bit of a tank. He has glimmering orange amber eyes and uses his considerable bulk to his advantage in battle. He isn’t the most discreet cat to have around as far as sleuthing patrols go, but his broad build is great for intimidation. As a loner, he finds that while he isn’t as light of foot as many, he is able to keep his distance thanks to his long gait and muscled body having a great amount of endurance.

Personality: Hawk feels very deeply. He mourns Whitewind’s death constantly and feels that it was his fault. He does not think it deserved exile, for he knows it was an accident, but recognizes that Dustwing’s grief clouds her judgment. He gives Dustwing more credit than she perhaps deserves. So Hawk accepts his exile and tries to move on, though he deeply craves companionship and friendship again. Once he opens up, he is a kind, thoughtful tom who is known to be jovial and friendly. He is a very genial, affable sort of cat and tries to always see the best in other cats, even those like Dustwing, who have done nothing but exploit his kindness and gentleness.

Biography: Hawk was born as Sandkit, with a sister Dustkit, in ThornClan. They grew up constantly bickering, as siblings are wont to do, but it wasn’t as fun and playful as Sandkit always thought it was. Sandkit was naturally bigger and more athletic, so he became one of the favored kits of the Clan, and Dustkit grew incredibly envious of his popularity -- particularly with their father, Stoneclaw. Stoneclaw favored strength and bravery over cunning and wit, which alienated Dustkit from him fairly early on. Their mother Skyfur, did not survive birthing her two kits, along with two other stillborn kits.

As they grew, Stoneclaw grew cold, desperate for his kits to be better than all the others. He was particularly hard on Dustkit, who was always too small for his taste. After they became apprenticed, and a fellow apprentice Whitepaw became close to the two of them, Stoneclaw was killed in battle. Whitepaw and Sandpaw became inseparable. Any time they weren’t spent training was spent together, the only exception of which being that Whitepaw and Dustpaw also spent a good amount of time together, and Sandpaw was never invited to those adventures.

Shortly after the three of them had their Warrior ceremony, Dustwing and Whitewind became mates. Sandrunner and Dustwing grew even further apart, but Whitewind and Sandrunner managed to maintain a close friendship. One day, on patrol, Whitewind and Sandrunner encountered a bear and had to run to escape. Whitewind lost his footing and fell over the side of a cliff, falling to his death. Dustwing immediately blamed Sandrunner for the loss of her mate and used her innate cunning and connections to convince the rest of the Clan that it was Sandrunner’s fault, and he became exiled. He changed his name to Hawk and has roamed for moons, lingering between MistClan and ThornClan territories, longing to become a part of a Clan again, never brave enough to approach for fear of his past coming back to haunt him.

Apprentice?: None

Mate?: None

Kits?: None

NPCs

Name: Dustwing
Age: 32 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: ThornClan
Rank: Warrior
Appearance: Dustwing is a light sand colored cat with white patches all over her body.
Short Description: Dustwing is Hawk’s sister, a naturally cunning and intelligent Warrior who is deeply bitter about Whitewind’s early and untimely death.

Name: Whitewind, StarClan
Age: 22 moons when deceased
Gender: Tom
Clan: ThornClan
Rank: Warrior
Appearance:
Short Description: Mated with Dustwing, died on a border patrol with Sandrunner while attempting to outrun a bear. Dustwing accused Sandrunner, who now goes by Hawk, of causing Whitewind’s death and petitioned to have him exiled.

Valley of Change [AutumnFrost x Hazelrah]

hi!

The Rise of WillowClan

Honeykit: WillowClan Camp

A small black and orange tortoiseshell she-cat slipped out of the nursery, feeling unsure. Fernstar had said all cats old enough to catch their own prey, and while she wasn't officially an Apprentice yet, Honeykit was the requisite 6 moons of age... Maybe this is it. Maybe I'll be named an Apprentice and begin my Warrior training. Maybe I'll finally start to belong. Honeykit trotted forward, glancing around at the other cats assembling before Fernstar, feeling small and out of place. She heard Fernstar and Sunfur discussing a patrol for Maplestream, and worry seeped into her. She didn't know Maplestream, she didn't really know anyone except for Blackpelt who checked on her and made sure she was fed, and Fernstar, but she still felt deep concern at the Warrior's absence. If a strong, brave Warrior like Maplestream can go missing...what's to keep a silly little kit like me safe? The anxious thoughts crept at Honeykit's mind, fighting to gain the center of her focus and attention.

Suddenly, the young she-cat straightened her head up, sticking her tail high in the air, forcing an air of nonchalance and courage even though she felt nothing like it. She belonged to WillowClan. The best Clan in the world! She was not going to let silly fearful thoughts get to her. She had no recollection of her life before the past moon -- all she knew was loneliness in the Nursery as she recovered, the only one currently staying there, and hazy vague memories of her life before she was found by Fernstar. I am going to make Fernstar proud. I am going to make WillowClan proud. Honeykit settled herself at the edge of the clearing, towards the center of camp, in full view of the Highstump but not immediately in the way. She curled her tail around her dainty paws and fixed her gaze on Fernstar, ears twitching, bright green eyes glittering with excitement, anticipation, and nerves.

The Rise of WillowClan

Hi everyone! I just wanted to introduce myself, Hazelrah, I'm a new member and really excited to be here (: I've been RPing Warriors on and off for years, can't wait to join in on the RP and get to know you all! I'll be reading what you all have so far to catch up (: have a great day!

The Rise of WillowClan

Stonefall

Gender: Tom
Age: 32 Moons
Rank: Deputy
Personality: Stonefall is a genial, kind soul who is always willing to help out. He is fiercely loyal and a surprisingly vicious fighter for one so affable in nature. Stonefall has a kind word for everyone, respects his leader, and voices dissent or differing opinion very tactfully. While he may be a gentle spirit, soft-spoken and observant, Stonefall is also incredibly passionate and deeply articulate. He has a way of commanding the space around him even if he is speaking softly. His voice is naturally deep and warm to offset his piercing blue-green eyes.
Description: A sleekly muscled grey and black tabby, Stonefall’s fur is soft and dense, and has silver/white undertones. He is of medium build, not particularly long-legged or stout, but is pure muscle from moons of traveling and hunting and fighting. He has a scar along his left back hip from a particularly savage fight with a dog back in his village, just before he left. His eyes are piercing blue-green and expressive, and his tail transitions from grey tabby to a completely black tail-tip.
Backstory: Stonefall’s former life as a neighborhood stray lent itself to being a tom who loves adventure, craves purpose, and seeks companionship. He was born in a small two-leg village to a stray she-cat who called herself Faith; she named him Rocky, and his sisters were called Daisy and Lily. As they grew, their mother taught them how to beg from two-legs, how to hunt for mice in alleys, and how to stay safe from those who might try to catch them. But Rocky looked out beyond the village from atop the two-leg huts and saw miles and miles of trees, and yearned to see what they had in store for him. Soon after they turned 12 moons old, Daisy and Lily ended up becoming kittypets, opting to settle for a safe life inside a particularly cat-savvy two-leg who lured them in. But not Rocky. He alone stayed loyal to Faith, caring for her as she aged and eventually helping her to cross over into what he now knows as StarClan. As soon as he could, he journeyed into the forest. After many many moons of traveling, he met an exiled cat who simply went by Snow, who taught him all about Clan life. Snow tried to paint a picture of bureaucracy and trauma, but Rocky knew that Snow’s exile was justified, and was drawn to Clan life like moth to a flame. So he left Snow and continued to travel until he found fledgling WillowClan, at the age of 28 moons, where he was welcomed in as Warrior by Fernstar. After serving as Warrior for 3 moons, Fernstar promoted Stonefall to Deputy after Brambletail went missing and was not found.
Mate: None for now, major crush on Spidernose
Kits: None

The Rise of WillowClan

Honeypaw

Gender: She-cat
Age: 6 Moons
Rank: Apprentice
Personality: Honeypaw is pure sass and spirit. What she doesn’t know, she demands to learn, and when she fails, she gets up and tries again, and again, and again...even if she’s been told several times to stop. Determined to show that she is better than everyone around her, Honeypaw can come across as aggressive, rude, and downright annoying. But what takes time to realize is that Honeypaw’s tendency towards show-boating and attention-seeking stems from deep insecurity, as someone who doesn’t remember her family or origin. She has a deep attachment to Fernstar, who practically raised her as her own kit, and can often lash out when she feels that relationship is in jeopardy. She tries to make up for her insecurity by being impressive, particularly to impress Fernstar, by being beloved, by being treasured. She hates to be alone and is constantly pestering her mentor for attention, other warriors for attention, basically anyone who will give her the time of day….
Description: Short-haired black and orange tortoiseshell with light green eyes. One ear-tip is black and the other is orange, and her paws are all black.
Backstory: Honeypaw doesn’t remember much before she stumbled into WillowClan’s camp a few moons ago. She’s been told that she suffered memory loss of her life before likely due to a huge bump on the head she had when she arrived, and she has vague recollections of being soaking wet and cold, but that’s all she can actively recall. Fernstar took her in and raised her, bringing her back to life and taking good care of her, almost as her own kit. Honeypaw spends more time trying to remember than she ever lets on.
Mate: None
Kits: None

Crystallis

-withdrawn-

sorry I don't think I'll be able to commit to this after all, have fun!

Why hello there!

Hi everyone! I'm new and excited to be here. My friend AutumnFrost told me about this site, I'm excited to be a member and join some roleplays!

A few facts about me:

-I drink too much coffee
-I love cats
-I'm hella bisexual
-I play a lot of D&D
-I'm a full time student, future high school English teacher
-My favorite shows are Teen Titans, She-Ra and the Princesses of Power, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Code Lyoko....there's a definite pattern here
-I read a lot
-My username is from Watership Down, my favorite book of all time

I used to role-play all the time in middle school/high school, I won a few Fanfiction contests in my day, and am just getting back into roleplaying/writing. Fantasy, science fiction, modern, I'm game for pretty much anything. It's nice to meet you all!