Post by Phoenix on Jul 30, 2016 13:24:26 GMT -5
Name: Hazelkit – Hazelpaw – Hazelcloud
Age: 7 moons
Gender: she-cat
Clan: StoneClan
Rank: Apprentice
Picture: One, Two
Description:
Description Summary: A small calico she-cat with long fur and green eyes.
Personality:
History:
RP Example: n/a
Other: Hypertrophic cardiomyopathy (purchased here) – heart murmur
- worsening symptoms: labored breathing, shortness of breath, increased lethargy, appetite loss
Age: 7 moons
Gender: she-cat
Clan: StoneClan
Rank: Apprentice
Picture: One, Two
Description:
Hazelpaw is Maplepaw’s sister not only in mannerisms but also in appearance, and neither of them are ugly cats. They share a calico pelt dappled with oranges and browns, though Hazelpaw’s is more muted than that of her littermate. Her relatively long fur gives her something of a soft appearance, and she casually keeps it respectably clean. White is splashed across her chest and underside and on the tips of her paws. Clear green eyes look out at the world from a light orange and black face that, more often than not, holds an expression of determined concentration. Small in stature even at a young age, Hazelpaw will never grow into a particularly intimidating size, and that combined with warm features ensure that she will have to work to strike fear into the hearts of anyone. Though she has a tendency to trip over her own paws, she does not let that slow her explorations.
Description Summary: A small calico she-cat with long fur and green eyes.
Personality:
As a kit, Hazelpaw was a little more laid-back than her energetic sister, a little more inclined to listen rather than talk. The pair complimented each other. She would let Maplepaw, who is still the more outgoing of the two, lead, and she would follow along, offering quiet and steady support. As the sisters grew closer together, the kit began to find her voice, and once that happened, there was no turning back. Now, she can be found standing shoulder to shoulder with her sister instead of lingering toward the back, green eyes bright and hopeful. Any clan mate is greeted with a pleasant smile, but the warm purr is saved only for her closest family. Never will she abandon those whom she loves, Maplepaw most of all.
It never escaped her attention that they were watched more closely than the other kits, and with the ghost of their departed sister hanging over their heads, it did not take long for the sharp cat to put two and two together. From the beginning, she knew that she and Maplepaw were different from the rest; their hearts sound strange, and sometimes they are a little more fragile than their young playmates. They have whatever their late sister had, only they had survived the first night and she had succumbed. At some point, their time will run out too, and her acute awareness of that fact lurks on the edges of her mind.
She likes to think that she has come to terms with her lot in life, but she doesn’t want to die. Only when the silence of the night reaches its most oppressive will she let herself confront the emotions that threaten to overwhelm her at the thought, and even then, only for a moment. She does not want to die because she cannot bear to leave her sister alone and her parents with one less daughter. She does not want to die because there is so much more in this world that she has yet to see, and she refuses to miss out. She does not want to die because it scares her. Even with the promise of StarClan and her ancestors and littermate waiting for her, she will cling to life like a tick. She has fought for so much already that there is no way she would do anything else.
The same fierce determination that races through Maplepaw’s blood resonates in Hazelpaw’s bones. Against all odds, she has set her mind on overcoming every challenge that life throws at her. One day, alongside her sister, she will step forward and receive her warrior name, and after that, who knows? Her future is a blank slate, but she is excited for it. There is a lot she has to offer, and she strives to prove to herself and others that she can make it to the point where she can give it. But her body cannot always keep up with the commands of her mind. The patience she so readily share with others does not extend to herself, and she faces constant frustration with the way her physical limitations slow her training. She pushes herself hard and trains with the urgency of someone who knows her life might be cut short; she needs to experience everything before it’s too late.
As she matures, Hazelpaw’s consideration for her own health will likely increase as her understanding of her condition improves, but this knowledge will do little to stop her from pushing at the boundaries. She will grow into a proud warrior who loves life and is steadfast in her beliefs and loyalty. One day, she hopes to have a family of her own, but the thought of passing on her condition to innocent kits has her cutting that dream short.
It never escaped her attention that they were watched more closely than the other kits, and with the ghost of their departed sister hanging over their heads, it did not take long for the sharp cat to put two and two together. From the beginning, she knew that she and Maplepaw were different from the rest; their hearts sound strange, and sometimes they are a little more fragile than their young playmates. They have whatever their late sister had, only they had survived the first night and she had succumbed. At some point, their time will run out too, and her acute awareness of that fact lurks on the edges of her mind.
She likes to think that she has come to terms with her lot in life, but she doesn’t want to die. Only when the silence of the night reaches its most oppressive will she let herself confront the emotions that threaten to overwhelm her at the thought, and even then, only for a moment. She does not want to die because she cannot bear to leave her sister alone and her parents with one less daughter. She does not want to die because there is so much more in this world that she has yet to see, and she refuses to miss out. She does not want to die because it scares her. Even with the promise of StarClan and her ancestors and littermate waiting for her, she will cling to life like a tick. She has fought for so much already that there is no way she would do anything else.
The same fierce determination that races through Maplepaw’s blood resonates in Hazelpaw’s bones. Against all odds, she has set her mind on overcoming every challenge that life throws at her. One day, alongside her sister, she will step forward and receive her warrior name, and after that, who knows? Her future is a blank slate, but she is excited for it. There is a lot she has to offer, and she strives to prove to herself and others that she can make it to the point where she can give it. But her body cannot always keep up with the commands of her mind. The patience she so readily share with others does not extend to herself, and she faces constant frustration with the way her physical limitations slow her training. She pushes herself hard and trains with the urgency of someone who knows her life might be cut short; she needs to experience everything before it’s too late.
As she matures, Hazelpaw’s consideration for her own health will likely increase as her understanding of her condition improves, but this knowledge will do little to stop her from pushing at the boundaries. She will grow into a proud warrior who loves life and is steadfast in her beliefs and loyalty. One day, she hopes to have a family of her own, but the thought of passing on her condition to innocent kits has her cutting that dream short.
History:
When Hawkheart had three kits, neither she nor her mate, Silentbreeze, could have predicted how much their lives would be changed. The first night did not start well. The smallest of the litter, a she-cat, died that night, and no one could figure out why her heart simply stopped. Her siblings, however, two more she-cats named Maplekit and Hazelkit made it through that trying night, and pushing away the grief that weighed down their hearts, the new parents turned their attention toward their surviving offspring. But it soon became evident that they were not entirely healthy either. Repeated visits to the medicine cat den told them that although the symptoms of their condition, which was likely the same one that had claimed the life of their third daughter, could be managed, they would never be cured.
Despite this fairly grim prospect, Hazelkit was not worse for wear. Though her time playing outside with her sister was frequently punctuated by visits to the medicine cat den, she adapted and simply accepted it as a part of her life, in the way kits often do. Theirs was a relatively uneventful kithood. The elders chuckle that, during this time she must have found her confidence under one of those rocks she always enjoyed overturning, for one day she was her usual quiet self and the next she had enough heart to give Maplekit a run for her money. But no one could deny that the two sisters were incredibly close, and any competitions between them were in the spirit of fun.
Six moons came and went, and Hazelkit watched with acute disappointment as such an important date passed by seemingly unnoticed. The moon that followed was a hard one, and she spent it alternating between righteous anger and attempts at to consoling herself that one day they would remember and make the two forgotten she-cats the apprentices they were supposed to be. The day came a moon later. At seven moons, when she and the newly renamed Maplepaw moved out of the nursery, she had a fiery determination coursing through her veins. She would show them that they had no right to delay their ceremonies. She was Hazelpaw now, and she was unwavering in her resolution to become a warrior right on time.
Despite this fairly grim prospect, Hazelkit was not worse for wear. Though her time playing outside with her sister was frequently punctuated by visits to the medicine cat den, she adapted and simply accepted it as a part of her life, in the way kits often do. Theirs was a relatively uneventful kithood. The elders chuckle that, during this time she must have found her confidence under one of those rocks she always enjoyed overturning, for one day she was her usual quiet self and the next she had enough heart to give Maplekit a run for her money. But no one could deny that the two sisters were incredibly close, and any competitions between them were in the spirit of fun.
Six moons came and went, and Hazelkit watched with acute disappointment as such an important date passed by seemingly unnoticed. The moon that followed was a hard one, and she spent it alternating between righteous anger and attempts at to consoling herself that one day they would remember and make the two forgotten she-cats the apprentices they were supposed to be. The day came a moon later. At seven moons, when she and the newly renamed Maplepaw moved out of the nursery, she had a fiery determination coursing through her veins. She would show them that they had no right to delay their ceremonies. She was Hazelpaw now, and she was unwavering in her resolution to become a warrior right on time.
RP Example: n/a
Other: Hypertrophic cardiomyopathy (purchased here) – heart murmur
- worsening symptoms: labored breathing, shortness of breath, increased lethargy, appetite loss