Post by Pyro on Jul 29, 2009 22:21:17 GMT -5
”There’ll be plenty of time to think about the dead when you’re dead.”
Baby I was |ElizabethHarepaw
I am | Harefang
Tch. No doubt about it, I'm 100% | She-cat
Where do you get off askin' a lady her age?! | 16 moons
I am The | Warrior
Proud to be apart of | PineClan
I believe | that all this talk of starry cats is rubbish. But not for the reason that most PineClan cats do. She believes that living in the past and dwelling on what’s dead is downright morbid. She thinks you should live in the now and concentrate on life, not death. After all, there’ll be plenty of time to think about dead cats when you’re dead.
And yet...she can't help but feel curious about StarClan. They seem to inspire and fill with strength so many cats...As she gets older Harefang finds herself doubting more and more the normal PineClan teachings. This doubt has increased as she spends time with the noble Firestorm of FogClan. For all her words, deep down, Harefang may actually believe in Fogclan as much as any Fogclanner.
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 an average sized as far as PineClan cats go. Her dark-brown striped legs are a little longer than most, but they give her more grace than speed. Harefang's banded tail is of a decent length, though it could be considered puffier than your average tabby's.
The top of her head is a darkish, flecked brown which easily gradients to a sandy reddish brown. This sandy color continues throughout her coat, heavily flecked with darker hairs as well as a few scattered white ones, very similar to the wild hares from which she got her namesake. Her ears are a rich amber flecked through with darker brown. Harefang's pretty fur is very short during the summer. Thankfully, unlike her Uncle's fur, Harefang's grows slightly longer and thicker in the winter.
Harefang's eyes are a pale greenish-yellow with a hint of silver and are almost always full of a mischievous light (Rather like her Uncle's). If she's mad or happy or sad, you can tell just by looking at them, if she'll let you. Harefang knows her eyes are easy to read and likes to keep them hidden when she's sorrowful or wants to keep her emotions secret. That ends up failing because as soon as she tries to hide her eyes her clanmates know something's wrong...Although when she's mad, the cat she's angry at would certainly be better off with her hiding her eyes. Her glare seems to pierce through to their very souls.
I'll tell you what I'm like... | Harefang is a very sarcastic she-cat. And the way she acts...Well one would think she's already a warrior. Not to say she isn't friendly or respectful! Quite the contrary, Harefang is very respectful to her elders (though her fellow apprentices are another matter). And once one gets to know her, one will find that she's your greatest friend.
At first words, Harefang can seem like a very abrasive sort of cat (depending on the greeting she gives you). But as one talks to her more, one finds that she can be quite charming. And who doesn't like a spicy-Louisiana accent? Not to mention her graceful way of walking really catches the tom's eye (and she wouldn't have it any other way). She's a flirt when she set her mind to it and she doesn't really care which clan the tom is from...As long as they don't try to dump some StarClan rubbish on her. Then she'll send them packing quicker than they can say 'Mousedung'.
Harefang would love to be leader some day. But not like Gingerstar. If she were to become the leader of PineClan...She would be like a stone yes, unwavering and strong...But not unfeeling like Gingerstar seems to be. Yet at the same time, she does want to emulate her leader in some ways. After all, Gingerstar is strong, doesn't let anyone step on her, and could easily scratch up the hindquarters of any of the other leaders. At least, in Harefang's opinion. Is Gingerstar one of Harefang's idols? In a way, yes. But the apprentice isn't about to crawl around at Gingerstar's feet or look for every chance to gain approval. That's just not Harefang.
This she-cat is pretty set in her beliefs. And by 'pretty set' I mean that any cat that tries to change them is in for an earful. Harefang doesn't take kindly to those that try to change her. She knows who she is, she knows what she believes and no cat is about to change anything about who she is.
Headstrong? Yes. Sarcastic? Most definitely. Difficult? Only if you insist on trying to change her. A strong, independent, make your own river to follow, woman? "Honey, I am all that and a bite of cottontail."
Skills | Despite her slightly longer than usual legs, speed is not one of Harefang's strengths. However, she makes up for it with agile and graceful movements as well as excellent stamina. For this reason, she shows promise as a 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.
People...er cat skills? This is where Harefang really excels. Well not greeting them, but talking to them anyway. Those who see her as abrasive soon learn that she's actually a very charming she-cat. Tough...but good for conversation nontheless.
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'.”
We have a cbox again and we're opening the place up as a closed, members only rp