Hazestar- Stormclan

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Name: Hazestar
Age: 19 moons
Clan: Stormclan
Rank: Leader
Gender: Male
Appearance: Hazestar is a broad shouldered powerful cat. Lime green eyes with stripes coming from the corners. A multi-colored mask covers his face. Stripes start from his forehead and continue all the way down his back, turning into a single line that runs down his tail. His sides are covered in black spots, only on the gray fur, while his limbs, chest, muzzle and collar are covered in white fur. His nose is a gentle pink, with a black dot at the corner. His tail also has raccoon stripes with a black tip. A brown/beige stripe spreads across his belly.
Personality: Hazestar being such a new leader tends to be a little insecure of his power. He never had any dreams from Starclan and so often doubts whether he was the right choice. Despite his doubts, he continues to fight strong and be an active member of his clan. He hopes to change Starclan's minds about him if they didn't believe in him. Often he will not sleep and stays up all night on night patrol. Even though he doesn't believe in himself, he does not let his clan or especially other clans know that. He stands strong in front of everyone he meets and appears as the strong leader they need after their tragic losses. Despite his new leadership, he is a harsh punisher, because he wants to command the same respect that his old leader demanded. He is actually extremely energetic and loves to still do warrior and sometimes apprentice duties. Although while doing his duties he tends to be caught with his eyes closed, because of the habit he picked up as a kit. One of his favorite past times includes sitting on one of the large rocks that overlooks the camp and close his eyes, just to think.
Fears;

• Climbing
  
• Fire
  
• Being immobile
  
• Poison
  
• Sharing territory
  

Likes;

• Water
  
• Storms
  
• Spending time with the clan
  
• Doing chores
  
• Hunting
  
• Water
  

Personal Quote: "Boundless energy is a cat's best asset."/"Starclan, are you sure that I was your choice?"

History Hazestar was born during the middle of a storm with his siblings Cloudheart and Stormriver. Unlike his siblings, Hazestar was not given a family name. Hazestar's parents decided not to name their kits until they could see, unfortunately when Hazestar did open his eyes, they were milky. His parents feared he would be blind and for quite some time, he was. He spent his first four months blind. Only when he reached his fifth month did he start to see and not until he was about 8 moons was he able to see as well as everyone else.

Lucky for Hazestar, the leader let him begin his training with his siblings, although he continued to rely heavily on his hearing. Many cats used to see him walking around with his eyes closed, because it became a habit for him. Despite his closing his eyes, he never seemed to falter. Mainly because he had boundless energy. He didn't mind doing his chores and usually volunteered. Unfortunately because of this, he grew apart from his siblings. The two of them were not very motivated and not very concerned.

Hazestar showed great promise with hunting, although did not appear to have great abilities in fighting. He practiced longer than his siblings, yet he seemed unable to pick up a lot of it. Despite his inability he never became discouraged and continued to practice as much as he could.

When Hazestar reached 10 moons, their Medicine Cat supposedly saw a sign. He began his training as a medicine cat, which was not something he liked to do. He felt closed off from the clan and disliked not being able to talk with the others. Only one moon after he started was he taken off of his med cat apprenticeship, because the medicine cat misread the sign.

Hazestar was overjoyed when he re-started his apprenticeship with Tawnytongue. Tawnytongue was given her name because she had a sharp tongue and most didn't like her. Although Hazestar respected her more than anything. He knew that in the end, he would be one of the best, because he had the strictest mentor.

Finally at 15 moons Hazestar was given his warrior name of Hazecaster. He never understood his name, but decided it was what Starclan wanted. Even though he had become a warrior, he continued to help with apprentice duties and because of his caring nature, Hazecaster was given his first apprentice.

Thankfully his apprentice appeared quite like Hazecaster, except that he had more ability in fighting. Hazecaster found out that his apprentice had quite an attitude and tended to take fighting a little too far. During a practice session, Hazecaster got a scar under his chin from his apprentice, who did not seem fazed at all. Hazecaster did not want his apprentice to become a warrior, but unfortunately his leader decided it was for the best.

Shortly after there was a fight with Shadowclan and their deputy died. Even though Haecaster was not a very good fighter in his apprentice days, he fought well in the fight and his leader made him the new deputy at 17 moons. Only two moons later his leader caught green cough and slipped into the paws of Starclan leaving Hazecaster the new leader, Hazestar.
Mother: Stargaze
Father: Skyclaw
Siblings: Cloudheart, Stormriver
Mentor: Tawnytongue
Other: None.


Role Play Example;

The wind brushed his fur as the sun began to peak over the edge of the trees. Filing his lungs with a deep breath, he could taste the sweet morning air. Ah, morning, he thought as he opened his lime green eyes. Gazing out across the clearing, he could hear the cats beginning to rise in their beds. He blinked with calm content as he picked up his haunches from the rock and stretched, mouth opening wide in a yawn. He had not slept a wink all night, but exhaustion did not shroud him. Being one of the youngest leaders he still had tons of energy in him.

Jumping down from his rock, he walked among his clan and greeted each in turn. He made his way towards the elders day and respectfully bowed before them. "Morning," he whispered as to not disturb them in the morning. He quietly walked over to a few of the beds and picked them up in his mouth. They will need fresh bedding again, he thought as he ducked out of the den. Walking out of the camp, he dropped the dirty bedding in a pile, before heading back into the clearing. "I'm going out on a hunting patrol, would anyone care to join me?" He asked calmly.

[poison]

Accepted