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SHE/HER || CENTRAL<br>
<b>DISCORD</b>: Nym #5101<br>
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HAZELPAW OF SHADOWCLAN</div><div class="nsubtitle">
Hazelkit | Hazelpaw | Hazel--</div>
<b>hazelpaw</b> is a <b>06</b> moon old <b>apprentice</b> and a <i>ginger-and-white tabby she-cat with amber eyes</i>. she is called <b>hazel</b> for <i>the bright yellow and red color of hazel leaves during leaf-fall</i>, and <b>paw</b> for <i>her rank as an apprentice</i>.<p>
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STARTING STAT TOTAL: 30
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<p>There is something soft and serene about the way Hazel comfortably settles into the world around her without so much as a moment's concern for creating a ripple. Her manner is a soft one; silent and hushed. Even the way she appears, a face of gentle curves and doe eyes, seems to insist this about her personality. One would think that there had to be at least something about the young she-cat that stands out, but even her bright amber gaze can be passed over in a crowd for how often they are turned downward with the rest of her slender form drawn inward as if to try and deter attention from her presence.
What cannot be missed, however, is the brilliant markings that form a pattern of firelight on snow. They mark her obviously and in a way that cannot be easily mistaken for another. In terms of build, Hazel is relatively slender and delicate with a narrow face and long limbs. She's as tall as most of her Clanmates, but she will never have some of their broad shoulders or muscular forms. What is perhaps the most curious is how deceptive her appearance can be when someone first sees her, especially when they notice the fiery color first and her soft nature second.
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<center><b>« dutiful, lawful, idealistic »</b></center>
If there is one attribute which defines Hazel's personality and belief system, it is an adherence to duty. She's incredibly obedient when it comes to following authority and often puts her trust in those that she is expected to follow without question. More than this, however, the young molly is very devoted to her life, her causes, her ideals, and the people which she surrounds herself with. Although it is too far to say there is nothing she wouldn't do for those she cares about, Hazel is still rather attentive as well as responsible. She is someone that cats can trust to get work done, and she will keep her word to the best of her ability.
<center><b>« honest, easily guilted, moral »</b></center>
Lying and being deceitful is not something that comes naturally to Hazel. In fact, she feels so terrible about lying that she almost immediately caves in and blurts out the truth, and there are many tells that other cats can pick up on when she is attempting to spin some sort of story. Manipulation, likewise, is not something she enjoys; whether that is taking part in it, or having it be used on her. She also is incredibly ethical and moral, focusing on what is right and wrong according to how cats are treated, as well as what rules are meant to be followed, and unfortunately for those who break them, she feels honor-bound, to tell the truth whenever some cat has gone too far.
<center><b>« distrustful, concerned, shy »</b></center>
The truth is that Hazel is rather afraid of the world. There are things that she can face down without batting an eyelash; sickness or the sudden death of a loved one are possibilities that she has prepared herself for throughout her young life, and she's been through it on various sides of the situation. The unknown? That is something entirely different and can be separated into two categories - those dealing with other cats, and those dealing with unforeseen events. It's why she is tentative in new situations and around new cats.
<center><b>« quiet, inquisitive, dreamy »</b></center>
When those around her allow her to quietly and peacefully come out of her shell, she will and become a more vibrant and inquisitive friend, but that is a side that few see, and even fewer get to witness more than a few times. She's not the sort of cat to become fearful of the supernatural or "ghost" stories, and she has a very dedicated faith in Starclan despite the uncertainty that surrounds the Clans currently. For those who do not know her, she can appear spacey, head in the clouds, reserved, or aloof depending on the situation. Her way of speaking in metaphors when lost in thought doesn't help matters either, but in the end, she tries her best to be a good cat - whatever that may mean.
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<center><b>« the family »</b></center><p>
<b><i>Creamwhisker</i></b> || mother; pale ginger she-cat with yellow eyes
<b><i>Redtuft</i></b> || father; ginger-and-white tom with amber eyes
<b><i>Rowanpaw</i></b> || brother; ginger tom with yellow eyes
<center><b>« from hazel's perspective »</b></center><p>
Mamma says that I was born so quiet at first that she worried I wouldn't make it. I guess in comparison to Rowan, everything would seem a silent whisper. He's always been a roaring tempest, taking everything in his path by storm and shaking the world to its core. If he was the darkened clouds and flash of lightning on the horizon, then I was the soft break of light that slipped through between the gaps. No... maybe not even that. I suppose it would be more accurate to say I was the absence of everything that fell in between the raindrops - not water, not light, not sound. I was the breath held between it all.
Maybe I'm getting carried away? Probably. Mamma says I do that a lot.
The world just always seems so interesting and I get lost in the intricate connection of details like a spider consumed with the job of creating its web. From nothing would come something, even if it only made sense to me. This is how I've lived my life for as long as I can remember, but in the grand scheme of things, I guess it hasn't been very long at all. My brother and I were brought into Shadowclan's nursery as tiny balls of fur in the midst of a Leaf-Fall night. Well, Rowan came at night. I came first, heralded into the dusk chill. Mamma must have been pretty tired because she had to rest a long time before she was able to give birth to him too.
I think we almost lost her that night. Redtuft, I guess you can call him my father, has let it slip a time or two that she was "lucky" to make it through with both of us. We don't really talk to him all that much though. Mamma says he's not her mate, just our father and I guess he finds his warrior duties more interesting than little kits. I think it bothers Rowan still, especially now that we're finally apprentices. He used to go off on tangents about how Starclan wasn't real because if they were then they wouldn't have let Redtuft ignore us all the time. Eventually, that turned to blaming Starclan's absence on everything wrong in Rowan's life. At first, I would get upset whenever he did things like that, but I've learned to let it go. Anger isn't a good emotion, but sometimes it's a necessary one.
It's all a part of the process - especially Rowan's.
Me? I prefer to try and think about it from every which way I can find. It takes a lot of time. My mind often wanders, it's true, but it's my
necessary process. I wish others understood that. Even Mamma has trouble with it sometimes. I think she's glad to be free of us now and back in the warriors' den. The other queens sometimes whispered in the nursery about her; about how she wanted to have kits but must have regretted it. I don't think Mamma would want us to know. She loves us, but I could always see when her tail drooped whenever she watched a patrol leave camp or return with prey. She missed being a warrior. I hope she's happier now that she can be one again. I know Rowan's happier to be an apprentice... and me?
Well, I'm used to being the "odd" one that doesn't quite fit in. Whether that's in the nursery or the apprentices' den doesn't make much of a difference.
<center><b>« a brief timeline »</b></center>
- <b>Birth:</b> born into Shadowclan in Leaf-fall; younger of two siblings
- <b>0-6 Moons:</b> raised primarily by her mother Creamwhisker and other Queens in the nursery
- <b>6 Moons:</b> made Cedarclaw's apprentice