Harefang

[Pyro]

”There’ll be plenty of time to think about the dead when you’re dead.”

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Baby I was | Elizabeth Harepaw

I am | Harefang

Tch. No doubt about it, I'm 100% | She-cat

Where do you get off askin' a lady her age?! | 20 moons

I am The | Warrior

Proud to be apart of | PineClan

I believe | that you should live in the present. Harefang can't quite say she doesn't believe in StarClan, but at the same time she can't say that she dwells on them. She's a 'live in the now' sort of she-cat, and to her, spending your time thinking about dead cats is downright morbid. Should she respect the ancestors, given that they created the clans? Yes. But she's not about to waste her life chasing after stars and shoving her beliefs down everyone's throats.

Don't get me started on mom n' dad. | Sasha(mother)[np]xCrash[np]

I am so glad to be rid of | Xavier[np], Tenor[np], and Laika[np]

There is my uncle... | Rabbitheart

A Mate? Only if you'll wait for me | No one

Who do I love? | Firestorm

Kits? Hmp, no way. | She possesses no kits and is in no hurry to get any.

Mentor | Shrikewhisker

I am pretty good lookin' | Harefang is average-sized for a she-cat, though her legs are long. Her fur is a light brown, with darker brown stripes running up her legs to fade into the rest of her pelt. Her eyes are a pale green-yellow, and are usually alight with mirth if not sarcasm.

I'll tell you what I'm like... | Harefang is not unkind, although those who try to push her buttons soon learn that she is not a cat to be trifled with. She has a certain charm about her, even for cats not of her clan, because of course, a lady must be decent mustn't she? She'll flirt with just about any tom, but as a true southern belle she knows how to keep them at paw's length...with the exception of a certain FogClanner. But then, there's always an exception to every rule.

Harefang's charm only goes so far though. As soon as she thinks someone is crossing a line with her, BAM. The revolvers come out. Her sarcasm is used to the fullest, and if words won't send a cat running, then her claws will. She doesn't take any bs, and any cat that's been on her bad side knows that it doesn't take much to get the lady's hackles up, especially if you're an arrogant son of a badger. Harefang may be a woman, but she's not about to let anyone- tom or she-cat- push her around.

Given the previous, it's safe to assume that Harefang is headstrong. When she's made a decision she sticks to it, and she'll take on anyone that tries to change her mind. So yes, as well as headstrong she's difficult. But then, the both of them sort of go hand in hand. However, there's something to be said for a woman who makes her own river (and not with tears, mind you) with plans to follow it right to the end.

Skills | Despite her slightly longer than usual legs, speed is not one of Harefang's strengths. However, she makes up for it with agility and grace as well as excellent stamina. For this reason, she has become a good fighter...A very good one.

Hunting? That's another story. She's come a long way from her days as an apprentice, but she is by no means the best hunter in PineClan.

History | Rabbitheart's mother of course had more kittens than just him. However, not all of them went to the life of a rogue. Sasha was quite content with her kittypet life and wouldn't have it any other way.

At least, that's what she thought before she met Crash.

Crash was a dashing young tom with a strange accent. His red tabby coat was divine and his rebellious nature spelled danger...How could a young she-cat resist? Slowly but surely the rogue pulled her away from her twolegs...But no matter what he said he just couldn't make her leave them completely. Still, they made it work, and one day kittens graced their lives.

They were both smitten with them. Their children were all they could have asked for and more. Especially the spicy little she-cat who inherited her mother's ticked tabby markings and her father's color.

The parents were heart-broken when the kits started to disappear, one by one. When Laika, the second to last of the litter was taken, Sasha snapped. She raced after the car, trying desperately to retrieve her kit, but it was not to be so. By the time she stopped running she was well away from her two-leg house and deep into the city. Too deep. A stray dog ensured that she not live long enough to realize her mistake. By the time Crash found her, he could barely tell it was his mate.

Crash felt an immense hatred for Sasha's twolegs. How could they? It was all their fault that his mate was gone...And he wasn't going to let them get rid of his last kit. He returned to Sasha's home and snuck in the house through the 'cat door'. He took 'Elizabeth', the last of his litter, and carried her far away from the twolegs and the city. He would have taken her to live in The Forest...But a large group of cats that seemed to be leaving it advised him not to. They said that he could expect only death for him and his daughter if he chose to dwell there. They offered to let him travel with them, but he declined.

But he did follow them.

And all the while he taught his daughter what he could.

When the group of cats finally stopped for good, Crash and Elizabeth hung around for a while, spying on them. It was through this that they met Elizabeth's Uncle, Flossy (Rabbitheart). Crash had decided to leave, but his daughter was reluctant to go. Meeting Flossy was just the opportunity she was looking for. After a few heartfelt goodbyes, she left her father and traveled around with Flossy (probably the reason she's so sarcastic).

Unfortunately on one of these 'spy trips' Elizabeth wandered off, right into the paws of a PineClan patrol. Elizabeth wasn't about to admit that she had been spying...And she wasn't about to cower like some kit...So she told them she had been looking for a patrol to ask them if she could join them. (Thankfully she learned the clan name when they asked her why she wanted to join Pineclan). She replied, in the accent she gained from hanging around with her father, that no other clan seemed to fit. Apparently this was a good answer, good enough to get her into camp and the opportunity to convince them that she was worth taking on as an apprentice.

They gave her the prefix 'Hare' for her fur...And to Elizabeth, that seemed to fit much more than her kittypettish name.



”I ain't changin' for nobody. Not Gingerstar, not Shrikewhisker, not you: nobody. And if you don't like that you can just follow me to the realms of 'I don't give a flying badger'.”