hazefeather, shadowclan deputy.

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Name: hazefeather
Gender: she-cat
Age: twenty moons
Alliance/Clan: shadowclan
Rank: deputy

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Description: hazefeather has always been the kind of cat to catch the eye of the bachelor tom, ever since she strode into camp and demanded entry to the ranks. she is a lean cat; slim but not so much as a windclan cat, with powerful leaps and a confident stride. her fur is long and feathery, soft to the touch and rippling quite nicely with any flicker of movement. it's color is a mottled gray, home to all vriety of grays from light to near black with white paws to accept it. but among her features, the one that first catches the eye is the oculi; two shimmering pools of a light turquoise-sapphire, a hue that seems to draw in any unsuspecting creature to hypnotism. and almost unnoticable through the wisps of long misty fur is a surprisingly large nick that sits in her right ear [her right, your left], as well as several scars and scratches that are hidden beneath her flanks.

Attitude/Personality: who says you need to be born in shadowclan to have their fierce standpoints? hazefeather was a rogue for most of her life so far, but now she's fond herself quite a life as shadowclan's next leader-to-be. and really, she fits the bias stereotype quite well. to start, the she-cat is cunning, clever, ambitious, observant, and thoughtful. in a tight situation, she's one of the quick-thinkers you'd want by your side. her dark side, though: arrogant, selfish, stubborn, manipulative, fierce, cold, sharp-tongued, always prepared to do what she has to to get what she wants. sure, every cat has their weaknesses. hazefeather can often be too impatient in the worst of times, or push too hard. but don't get on her bad side, because she still thinks like a ruleless rogue with no regard for rules. not the kind of cat you want as an enemy.

History/Past: hazefeather's past is as good as mystery, and not one she's ever bothered to share with a clan cat. all that anyone else is that she was once a rogue before she gave it up for the clan life that she now excelled in. but anything else seems impossible to uncover. when she was still a part of a rogue band, she was the powerful and deadly leader who went by the name of haze. it was a chaotic time for the group and she's gained many scars as she fought for the top spot, but her hard work paid off. she was the tyrant of the land. and, for some reason known only to her, she gave it all up right when she had it all. of course, shadowclan was her obvious choice of clan life; to her, the rest of the clans were sickeningly soft. the young she-cat was only twelve moons old when she joined shadowclan, and her ruthlessness hidden behind beauty and cunning helped her to gain power to her current deputy position. but does she still ahve a place in her heart for the rogue band she left? or perhaps a devious plan once she becomes leader? a mystery left untouched, and one many of hazefeather's clanmates could never imagine existing.

Other: don't think soo.

Theme Song: the closest thing would be "frontline" by pillar. for now.

Example Of Roleplaying: it was simply a still night. not even a breeze whispered through the scraggly undergrowth, and the half-moon hung over a land not even graced by the melodies of crickets or stirring prey. the sight was eerie, really. perhaps an omen for what would happen. even in this dead landscape the steps were unheard, whether or not there was anything to ehar them or not. each graceful movement brought the figure farther from her home, and nearer to a new destination. one that none who knew her could ever imagine. for just a moment the shape, now clearly that of a feline, paused with nose in the air. yes, this was the border. one more step would cross a barrier into a different world. but, this was why the cat had come. and after only a moment did the trek continue.

this cat, nobody around here would know of her. rogues keep far away from the kittypets and softhearts of the clans when there's no reason to infiltrate, so her name would be nothing. although, step outside of the border once more, and every cat you met would know her name; haze, the young, beautiful, and deadly leader of the Crescent Blood. but despite the astounding size and rule of the organization, clanners were too ignorant to ever learn about life outside of their little bubble. which, for her, was good. if anyone here knew who she was, surely they would have enough sense to send her away. as it was now, the only cat who didn't sound unbearably sweet and naive was shadowclan. but even this was a stretch for the "evil" she-cat.

it wasn't long at all before the camp came into sight, nothing but a clump of sharp thorny foliage covering the obvious smells of sleeping cats. supposedly, these camps were supposed to be a bit of a challenge to find; were clan cats really that dull to ahve to go looking for something so obvious? perhaps they were. haze snorted to herself with a cruel amusement. these cats were so simple-minded. but, as much as she was condemning the life spread befor her, her paws propelled her forward to enter its embrace. light turquise-sapphire oculi gleaming in the moonlight, the mottled gray femme allowed herself one last moment of freedom before strenghtening her gait. and in no time at all, she had dissapeared through the camp barrier and into a new world.

Code Word: warrior cats

How did you find out about Us: -pokes invis- you told me. xD

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