Post by »hailstar : . on Apr 23, 2010 21:21:12 GMT -7
[/font]Hailstar
Basic Information
[/size][/font]Name; Hailstar [Hailstorm]
Gender; she-cat
Clan; ShadowClan
Position; leader
Personality
[/size][/font]Likes;
1. fighting
2. ordering cats around
3. mentoring
4. arguing
5. running
Dislikes;
1. hunting
2. ThunderClan
3. feeling helpless when cats are injured
4. listening
5. dying warriors
Strengths;
1. fighting
2. running
3. thinking quickly in difficult situations
Weaknesses;
1. listening
2. temper
3. overactive imagination
Summary;
Some cats may consider Hailstar harsh, but she really isn't. She's just short-tempered and stubborn. That may not seem like a lot, but there are qualities within those qualities. Like the way she is hot-headed and snappy. Not to mention bitingly sarcastic. But she has some very good, other qualities she sometimes chooses to hide. A few that she doesn't hide is her undying loyalty and her great love for ShadowClan, her own Clan. She really, truly does everything as a leader to do what's best for her Clan. She has given her life twice already to the service of ShadowClan, but that will be explained in her history. A quality she chooses to hide is her fondness for kits. She tries to act indifferent around them, but she silently longs to have a litter of her own. However, that is not possible without choosing a mate and she does not want one. Why, you might ask? She gives the excuse that it might distract her from loyalty to her Clan. But she still wants a litter of her own.
History
[/size][/font]History;
Hailkit was born to a mother who was harsh and cruel. Fortunately, the young she-kit did not have to be raised by her. Instead, the mother was killed giving birth to Hailkit's brother, who also died. He was buried unnamed, but Hailkit later on called him Flarekit, for his strong will to live, even though he died when he came into the Clan's world.
Hailkit grew up under the guidance of her father instead. Her father's name was Robinpelt. He was gentle and kind, quite the opposite of his former mate. He rose his single kit carefully until she was ready to become an apprentice. Hailpaw was given to Reedtail, a young tom who had been given his warrior name only a few moons before. But Reedtail was a suitable mentor for Hailpaw. Hailpaw, by then, had a fiery, enthusiastic personality that couldn't be quieted by a stern, senior warrior. She needed some cat to match her fire, not tame it. That cat was Reedtail. He tried his best to train her. He did very well and Hailpaw became a strong, fierce warrior.
Her personality had changed some. She was now fiery, short-tempered and stubborn. She didn't like to obey orders so Reedtail simply offered her to do things. Hailpaw liked that and obeyed without thinking it was disguised as an order. When Hailpaw finally became a warrior, she was proud of her mentor and all he had taught her. A few moons later, Hailstorm taught a young she-cat called Blossompaw. The gentle apprentice was quite unlike her mentor and Hailstorm grew impatient with her. But only days later, Blossompaw was killed by an unknown murderer. Cats figured it was a predator. They were right, because there was no odor of cat on the young apprentice's body.
Hailstorm also had ambition. She wanted to be the Clan deputy. Seasons later, he had her chance. The deputy was killed in battle and Hailstorm took her place. As the seasons went on and the Clan leader grew weak, Hailstorm helped him to the best of her ability. But the noble leader died of old age and Hailstar now reigns as the leader of ShadowClan.
Behind The Character
Nickname; Hail
Where did you find us?; Felis Catus
Contact; PM
Activity; 24/7, nah just kidding. But I will be on at least every day and if there is roleplay to be done, I will do it.
Role-Play Sample;
Sylvestris Pumila was hopelessly lost. She thought she had been traveling in the direction of Inferna territory, but now it seemed she was heading toward Pendeo. She sighed, dipping her muzzle close to the undergrowth, trying to scent prey. Even though these forests were well-stocked with the animals, she couldn't seem to smell any now. She sighed again, flattening her ears and lashing her tail from side-to-side. She should know every territory around here as well as her own, since she had studied so hard as an Auceps. The wolves of the Espionage class were spies and messengers. Shame washed over her. She should have known when she crossed the Frigus border chasing a plump white rabbit! But in her hurry to bring the animal down, she had not noticed. When she had realized she was out of the territory, she didn't recognize her surroundings.
Sylve padded forward, ignoring the growling noises her belly made. She was starving. But she kept loping on, her long legs carrying her swiftly onward. By now, the Frigus scent markers were far away. The only hope she had left was that a friendly loner wolf who knew the territory well would wander upon her and point her in the right direction. Sylve unfolded her wings, a thought racing through her head. If she got a good look around her, perhaps she could find her way home!
The turquoise wolf shot into the air, her light-colored wings stretching ahead of her muzzle. She pumped them powerfully until she was soaring above the trees, her wings slicing through the warm air. The sun scorching her fur, she swept her muzzle around, her eyes searching for the slightest sign of Frigus. But the territory ahead of her was mountainous and surrounding her on all other sides was water.
"Caro putridas es! You are dead meat!" Sylve muttered, touching her wings to her sides before making a divebomb to the ground. At the last moment, she flared them out. The huge feathers caught her fall and she landed gracefully to the ground. Sylve touched the earth and suddenly pricked her ears as a twig snapped.
"Who's there?" she called, her voice threatening.
Sylve padded forward, ignoring the growling noises her belly made. She was starving. But she kept loping on, her long legs carrying her swiftly onward. By now, the Frigus scent markers were far away. The only hope she had left was that a friendly loner wolf who knew the territory well would wander upon her and point her in the right direction. Sylve unfolded her wings, a thought racing through her head. If she got a good look around her, perhaps she could find her way home!
The turquoise wolf shot into the air, her light-colored wings stretching ahead of her muzzle. She pumped them powerfully until she was soaring above the trees, her wings slicing through the warm air. The sun scorching her fur, she swept her muzzle around, her eyes searching for the slightest sign of Frigus. But the territory ahead of her was mountainous and surrounding her on all other sides was water.
"Caro putridas es! You are dead meat!" Sylve muttered, touching her wings to her sides before making a divebomb to the ground. At the last moment, she flared them out. The huge feathers caught her fall and she landed gracefully to the ground. Sylve touched the earth and suddenly pricked her ears as a twig snapped.
"Who's there?" she called, her voice threatening.
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