Username: Hajiura-san
Display Name: Hajiura-san
Cat's Name: Solarfang
Rank: Protector
Appearance: fair sized and built for the position, he is merely the epitome of the outsiders view of ElderClan. His fur is a somewhat more blond tone compared to his brother, though he too bears similar spotted tabby markings. His muzzle and underside have an even more creamy shade, but part of his name comes more from his outright spirit rather than his appearance. A distributed w-shaped nick disturbs the tapering point of his left ear, one side more sharply concave than the other. Also, from the scarred ear down to his jaw, a thin scar trails where the fur could not grow back. His eyes, undamaged by the incident with the scar, are a blazing yellow-green.
Personality: generally close to his literate, Solarfang is known for his heart. He is not so quiet as some in power, but he isn't pushy about it. He would rather be the strong aide beside his brother rather than the quiet shadow of the other tom. But of course he performs his duties with harsh precision, sometimes going too far. A fault in motivation and heart that carries him forward too fast, stuck film a subject too long. Some might call it a streak of autism, though different than the normal. He can be selective and socially awkward due to such, or a social butterfly upon his mood from day to day, though he usually keeps to himself and a few others.
Despite a bit of a shy streak, however, he is quick to rally and execute a decision on his brother or his own behalf, Making him notoriously sharp and heated.
RP Sample [If High Position]: The Protector flicked yellow-green yes from one feline to the next. One, a Tom by the name of Kingfisher. The other a she-cat called by Mythicorigins. These were the sole guardians beside himself. These were the two that would carry out defenses with him as well as uphold ElderClan's reputation.
A flick of his torn left ear signaled his mind had shifted from one thought to another, and he mulled over his choice of words for only a heartbeat.
More cats had been attempting to come within the confines of their territory, some simply desiring to join, while others had obscure and malevolent reasons. For now they chase them all off... for now, ElderClan holds firm. He went on to the topic of those joining should be taken in discretion, for inquiry and test of motive - usually none slipped past Solarfang' s sharp wit, but he could easily be distracted, and one or two might get past on the occasion his mind was someplace else, his heart fluttering after it.
His words finished for the most part, he drew his ears forward and straightened out, finally reaching his topic of desire or the morning: where they would prowl, and how they would execute it...
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Cat's Name: Rosepaw
Rank: Medicine Cat Apprentice
Appearance: a russet she-cat with the darker shades of such a color, Rosepaw is a smaller she-cat, even for her gender. Her build for now is still somewhat kittenish, with the promise of a pretty young feline to come. Her pelt is not a solid red, however, but bears a gradient on her tailtip, as well as her front right paw. A spot or white on he muzzle parts the particularly dark russet fur there, odd, but not unwelcome.
Personality: questioning nearly everything, she is eager to learn, but has problems with sitting still, of all things. It's suspect that she desires to carry the burden of a more active rank, but in fact she's generally fidgety. She is honest though, and doesn't plan on concealing anything save for her emotions, being somewhat of a stoic cat, with flashes of emotion leather than consistent shows of it.
RP Sample [If High Position]: Waking in the Medicine Cats den for the first time had been exhilarating, but now she had gotten used to the feeling. Quietly, she rose to her paws, gazing at the other figures still asleep in the den, and debated on sniffing over the herbs. She stopped herself, however, and instead moved out of the den Tudor a snatch of air. The dawn's chill was crisp in her throat, and she savored it with russet pelt shivering over her form.
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