Furcadia Login Name: Hareleap
Desired Clan: WillowClan
Desired Ranking: Warrior
Desired Character Age: 50 moons
Preferred Warrior Name: Hareleap
Gender: Female
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Physical Description:
A blue and white bicolour coat over a sinewy frame. As if dipped in paint, white begins at Hareleap’s paws and stretches up over her legs and belly, up her neck and lower jaw. The tip of her tail is missing, lost in some accident. Her eyes are vibrant green nestled within a grey mask, the only colour among an otherwise monotone cat. Hareleap doesn’t move with grace, but rather an efficiency with occasional flair.
Furcadia Description: A blue and white bicolour she-cat with green eyes, missing the tip of her tail. A warrior within WillowClan.
Summarized Description: A blue and white bicolour she-cat with green eyes, missing the tip of her tail.
History: Born alongside her brother, Sleek-kit, Harekit survived illness and a lean season before she was ready to begin her apprenticeship. Hearing stories of how the medicine cat was granted a vision that led the clan out of hardship instilled a strong sense of faith in a young Harekit. A weedy kit grew into a lean, but lithe apprentice, and eventually, a wiry warrior.
When she was given her first apprentice, a shy she-cat called Blossompaw, Hareleap was initially frustrated by her apprentice’s slow progress. Hareleap often caught herself hoping that Blossompaw would choose the medicine cat path – but she made sure to keep these thoughts to herself. When Blossompaw finally proved herself out on patrol one day, Hareleap began to open up – and her apprentice began to blossom in her own right. In doing so, she realised that at least part of her apprentice’s struggle had been the distance between them. She took the lessons she’d learned with her first apprentice and applied them going forward. Hareleap kept her eyes on both sisters, as they became Petalthroat and Blossompool, and remained quiet on what she saw.
One of the few survivors to the boar attack – though she didn’t escape unscathed. Lost the end of her tail, and several close clanmates, including her most recent apprentice, Brackenpaw, and her brother, Sleekpelt. In the shock of the aftermath, was one of the voices supporting her diplomatic once-apprentice, Blossompool, becoming Blossomstar. StarClan hadn’t been wrong – merely the Clan’s interpretation of their message.
Different after the boar attack. Still putting the pieces of herself back together, and regaining her footing in the remnants of WillowClan.
Personality: From a kit raised in hardship, Hareleap grew into a dedicated young warrior with a passion for mentoring. Her smaller size has always meant she’s had to keep her wits about her, a lesson she’s endeavoured to impart on each of her apprentices. Time and tragedy have worn her into a quieter, more severe cat. She’s learned, through trial and error, to trust her intuition and struggles to let go of conclusions, once formed. Where she was once, and still can be, an idealistic cat, experience has altered her view of the world.
Hareleap has always held an immense love for her clan and a deep faith in StarClan. She clings to them now, two figures of stability in a life that has so recently come undone – for all of them. She’s putting the pieces back together with her clanmates, only this time she hopes that she won’t be shaken with uncertainty. This time, she wants to be wrong.
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Sample Roleplay Post(s):
A quality to his movement that's unfamiliar, briefly stilling her breath. "Next time our mutual friend is hungry, I might." The legs of the centipede tattoo, barely visible, stretching across her collarbone.
She listens as he guides himself to the wall, brows furrowing subtly as he nears a threshold. A soft exhale, as if she's been caught at her game. "That was a prelude, Pyre." In light admonishment, swirling fabric in her mind's eye, though she doesn't voice further.
His words, and the contrast within them, a cool breeze off hot sands marred by burning soles. She had always been drawn to contrast. As he crouches, her head turns as if in recognition, though her gaze only shifts toward the shelving. Quiet a long handful of moments, breathing against the box held at her abdomen, "In the desert, there's always life beneath the sands. Some only emerge at the cusp of night, but they're always there." Something distance wouldn't change much, in her mind. She skirts around a well in her mind, heeding it the way it deserves. "The rains, when they come, are equal parts relief and danger. Sometimes the only options are a flood or a fire." Drowning or burning, she thinks they both know which one he is. Voice growing softer, "I've lived in the desert most of my life, and I've always been more partial to ash and smoke." Her head tilting down, tracing patterns in the floor with her eyes, the gaps she felt she can't answer. Even still, she recalls easily how, for once, mystery had seemed more like drowning.
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