Post by petrichor on Jul 30, 2012 17:26:40 GMT -10
Name | Hazel
Gender | She-cat
Age | 18 Moons
Rank | Loner
Clan | None
Beliefs | Hazel doesn't have many thoughts formal beliefs, choosing to think about the tangible rather than the philosophical. In her opinion you have one life, and when your time comes, that's it. No afterlife, no Starclan, nothing; so live without regrets. Say what you mean, mean what you say.
Parents |
Mother: Clover - A pretty brown kittypet with green eyes, whom Hazel is a near spitting image of. Always kind and full of encouraging words, she babied her kits; much to the annoyance of independent Hazel. Died in a two-leg nest fire when Hazel was eight moons old. [NP]
Father: Yarrow - A slick gray pelted kittypet with bright yellow eyes. Always a jokester with his mate and kits, very cold and distrusting of other cats. Died saving Hazel and Mint from the same two-leg nest fire that took their mother. [NP]
Siblings | Mint: Pale gray tom with bright green eyes. He's very patient and calm, making him easy to get along with Hazel's bossy personality. Escaped with her after the fire, living on the streets of the two-leg place.
Other Kin | None
Mate | Not yet.
Crush | Not yet.
Kits | Not yet.
Apprentice/Mentor | Not yet.
Appearance | Hazel has a thick pelt of dappled brown fur, making it easy for her to blend into underbrush. Along her left shoulder is a long scar, healed into a silver-tinged pink color. Hazel's left ear also has a large v-shaped nick in it. Her eyes are a bright emerald green. She is an average sized cat; not thin, but not particularly muscular, either.
Personality |
+ Courageous: Hazel is the type of cat to do anything to help those she trusts. Most of her nicks and scars are from fights with alley cats to defend her weaker brother. Without a thought, she'd give up her life for his; believing strongly that it's her duty to protect him at whatever cost.
+ Caring: While not at all sappy, Hazel is very caring. She would never make a show of it though, as she always puts on a strong front. The she-cat would never refuse to help a defenseless cat in need.
+ Loyal: To whom gain her trust, Hazel is easily one of the most dependable cats you could ask for. She is the type to never turn her back on those she loves, and protect them with every fiber of her being.
- Impulsive: Hazel tends to speak her mind without much forethought. This, and making some poorly planned actions, have gotten her into a good amount of trouble in her short life. Tact and politeness are not her strong suits.
- Sarcastic: With nearly any remark, Hazel has a sharp-tongued comment to match. She's often rude, finding it very hard to keep her opinions to herself.
- Stubborn: When this she-cat sets out to do something, it gets done. It's nearly impossible to change this headstrong girl's mind.
Skills | Due to her life on the streets and taking care of her brother, Hazel became exceptionally good at hunting and fighting. With battle tactics learned from her father, she can take down cats larger than her. However, unlike Mint, she did not pick up any skills at medicine. She also is fairly clumsy at climbing trees; having never practiced when she was young.
History | As a kit, her life was ideal. Mother, father, brother, a warm place to sleep, unlimited food; everything a cat could want. Clover cared for them under a watchful eye, and Yarrow trained them to hunt for sport in their large garden. Hazel took quickly to the training, demanding to be taught more and more about different prey and how to hunt them. Eventually, Yarrow started sparring with her, teaching her how to defend their home against alley cats and other unwanted pests. He told her tales of groups of cats out in the forest who hunted and cared for themselves, rather than be cared for by twolegs. She couldn't imagine how that was possible; living so separately from twolegs. Even alley cats stole food from garbage cans when times got tough!
Hazel's perfect life was shattered abruptly one cold fall afternoon. In the midst of taking a nap, she was shaken awake by her father. "Get up! Quickly!" Yarrow had shouted in her ear. Hazel was about to grunt something about letting her sleep when she smelled something bitter and hot, making her cough. She opened her eyes to bright orange flames surrounding her. Mint was trembling in the soft nest next to her, unable to move. "I said let's go!" In one swift move, Mint was dangling from his father's mouth, and Hazel was already making a run for it. Avoiding the patches of floor that were ablaze, they had moved through the kitchen and into the living room. She heard a loud groan and the deafening sound of wood giving into the flames. Blocking it out entirely, she leaped out the cat door and into the back yard. Gasping for fresh air, Hazel turned behind her, looking for her father. He was gone, leaving only a shaken Mint before the flames. "H-he got caught, under the wall..." Her brother wailed. "He pushed me out of the way... " Hazel was struck. Both of her parents were dead. What would they do now? Where would they go? Mint looked terrified, unable to do anything but tremble and mewl like a newborn kit. If she didn't step up, they both would die. Nudging her brother away from the orange glow of their former home, she decided within herself that she would never let Mint be this scared again.
Critique level | Make my cat FoF suitable.
