Post by {Aurora} on Jul 14, 2007 18:00:02 GMT -5
Named for a Flower: Hyacinthstar
Which that I am: She-cat
I have been a hyacinth for: 48 moons
I proudly bloom for: MistClan
as their: Leader
My colors: Hyacinthstar is a large fluffy orange tabby she-cat with amber stripes and white paws. She has medium-length hair and her eyes are light green. Hyacinthstar is only aggressive if provoked, and she is a loyal friend and mediator. Her eyes usually seem sad. Her body is built for strength not speed and her ears and tail are usually held up. She seems very ominous if you don't know her, but her personality is worth the chance. Hyacinthstar has a scar over her left eye and it can make her sight blurry sometimes.
My blossoms: Hyacinthstar trusts no one (such as newcomers) unless you have proven yourself and her compliments are rarely given. However, if they are, consider yourself to be honored. She believes everyone should be firmly yet justly disciplined, and Hyacinthstar does not tolerate derogatory comments about anyone. However, she has a tendency to be belligerent and will not hesitate going to war if called to do so. She tends to be hasty.
My roots: Hyacinthpaw was usually the one heedlessly defending her mentor Thornedtail from a badger or fox that was posing no danger to them. If it was in her sight, she was going to bodyslam it to the ground. She learned lessons well and could always be found muttering some nick-nack of wisdom from former leaders even in her sleep. When Thornedtail was killed, it broke her heart, but she vowed to continue in his stead. She hopes to make her mentor proud by being a strong leader
In Character: Thundering steps echoed in the distance. A large she-cat, covered in orange and white fur, bounded down a narrow path. Her eyes, a murderous hazel, matched the leaves crunching under her. Hyacinthstar's sprints were even with that of her prey, a juicy vole up ahead. She bounded left, right, and over a log before leaping on the side of a tree and lunging down. She felt flesh separate under her claws and she smiled.
Finished with patrol anyway, Hyacinthstar hurriedly returned to camp, the vole clamped in her mouth. Her tail twitched in greeting as another warrior took her place. She dropped off the vole in the fresh-kill pile before trotting off to the warrior's den to clean off her bed. She would probably need to go out again for some more pinecones.
The darkness of the sky was oppressive even though the lights of the stars tried to shine. A gentle breeze ran through the trees, slowly beginning to rock them as if they were dancing. The she-cat just rested herself inside of the den. The breaths coming from her mouth were slow and quiet. The room was filled with shadows as it blended Hyacinthstar in its thin layers as she lay in her den. The loud roars of the Thunderpath could be heard far off. She could see the reflection of her pale-green eyes in the puddles left from yesterday's rain. She said nothing. Now only the sounds of her own breathing began to fill the room. Flashes of memories raced in her head.
Then a small faint sound could be heard from outside. Another warrior, Hyacinthstar thought belatedly. The hold of her requiems slowly diminished and brought her into the world of reality. She was still haunted by Thornedtail's slaying.
Hyacinthstar shook her head. No, none of that, she snapped at herself. She wanted to make Thornedtail proud, not cower like a kit in front of a badger.
Love: None
Which that I am: She-cat
I have been a hyacinth for: 48 moons
I proudly bloom for: MistClan
as their: Leader
My colors: Hyacinthstar is a large fluffy orange tabby she-cat with amber stripes and white paws. She has medium-length hair and her eyes are light green. Hyacinthstar is only aggressive if provoked, and she is a loyal friend and mediator. Her eyes usually seem sad. Her body is built for strength not speed and her ears and tail are usually held up. She seems very ominous if you don't know her, but her personality is worth the chance. Hyacinthstar has a scar over her left eye and it can make her sight blurry sometimes.
My blossoms: Hyacinthstar trusts no one (such as newcomers) unless you have proven yourself and her compliments are rarely given. However, if they are, consider yourself to be honored. She believes everyone should be firmly yet justly disciplined, and Hyacinthstar does not tolerate derogatory comments about anyone. However, she has a tendency to be belligerent and will not hesitate going to war if called to do so. She tends to be hasty.
My roots: Hyacinthpaw was usually the one heedlessly defending her mentor Thornedtail from a badger or fox that was posing no danger to them. If it was in her sight, she was going to bodyslam it to the ground. She learned lessons well and could always be found muttering some nick-nack of wisdom from former leaders even in her sleep. When Thornedtail was killed, it broke her heart, but she vowed to continue in his stead. She hopes to make her mentor proud by being a strong leader
In Character: Thundering steps echoed in the distance. A large she-cat, covered in orange and white fur, bounded down a narrow path. Her eyes, a murderous hazel, matched the leaves crunching under her. Hyacinthstar's sprints were even with that of her prey, a juicy vole up ahead. She bounded left, right, and over a log before leaping on the side of a tree and lunging down. She felt flesh separate under her claws and she smiled.
Finished with patrol anyway, Hyacinthstar hurriedly returned to camp, the vole clamped in her mouth. Her tail twitched in greeting as another warrior took her place. She dropped off the vole in the fresh-kill pile before trotting off to the warrior's den to clean off her bed. She would probably need to go out again for some more pinecones.
The darkness of the sky was oppressive even though the lights of the stars tried to shine. A gentle breeze ran through the trees, slowly beginning to rock them as if they were dancing. The she-cat just rested herself inside of the den. The breaths coming from her mouth were slow and quiet. The room was filled with shadows as it blended Hyacinthstar in its thin layers as she lay in her den. The loud roars of the Thunderpath could be heard far off. She could see the reflection of her pale-green eyes in the puddles left from yesterday's rain. She said nothing. Now only the sounds of her own breathing began to fill the room. Flashes of memories raced in her head.
Then a small faint sound could be heard from outside. Another warrior, Hyacinthstar thought belatedly. The hold of her requiems slowly diminished and brought her into the world of reality. She was still haunted by Thornedtail's slaying.
Hyacinthstar shook her head. No, none of that, she snapped at herself. She wanted to make Thornedtail proud, not cower like a kit in front of a badger.
Love: None