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  • HPR Honorguard UFA

    [align=center]STATING INTEREST


    The dark copper gaze of a creature among the distance in a cave lit the whole cave up, and out appeared a strong boy, unseen muscles big and strong beautiful flame shaded spotted fur blowing back in the wind as he stalked the ground sniffing for something delightful and pleasing to the mouth. His haunting eyes shifted back and forth. Nothing moved except the wind which was never seen before. Jaws opening, he picked up the odor of a faint yet strong scent of mouse. It was a mix of a faint mouse from where he had been before, but he was somewhere around there. Somewhere. Copper eyes hungered to eat, and the pleasing aroma of mouse filled his nose. Taking a deep breath, he slowly came closer. This tom was Infernoterror.


    Though he was hungry, the world didn't put it in front of him with roses and kisses. So he was ready to hunt. His messy spotted fur stopped as he took a step closer to the cave, and darkness hid him but half of his face making a creepy creature of a cat with no body. He heard a scuttle, ears twitching and turning around as quiet as a mouse, Infernoterror was ready now. There was a much stronger aroma now, and as his jaws opened ready to bite if it came close to him, he spotted it with hellish glares and pouncing down, he bit into it killing the mouse that tried to cowardly run away. Infernoterror felt a satisfaction in his stomach as it's blood went through his mouth, swallowing it. He was ready to eat this. But first he wanted to head into camp. The Honorguard of Windclan headed down into the camp, big paws carrying him. His stomach was still tumbling about hungrily. Heading into one of the many caves near the base of the rocky mountain, he rested. Stomach startled and ready to eat, he flicked his ear.


    Big paws tugging it closer, the light orange shaded tom bit into the dead mouse, eating it one by one, flesh slowly disappearing into the mouth of Infernoterror. Perhaps he should hunt more. Perhaps he should not. The hellish gaze of him looked thoughtful, and the Honorguard decided to go ahead and do that. But what should he hunt? Though it was still food, he sure as hell wasn't going after scrawny mouses. It was almost summer now, so they should all be stuffed up again after winter. After his dark visionaries thought, he got up after finishing the mouse. The anything but pretty picture walked off with big paws carrying him, he decided to head up the mountain and hope for a rabbit or something to be in the outdoors of the caves and shit. Bloody visionaries gazed around in hope of more prey. Then he spotted a rabbit eating a chestnut. Hmm. Too bad the rest of the clan was hungry.


    Leaping closer, rabbits were a hard thing to catch thanks to their speed, but that didn't really effect him. Infernoterror hunching his shoulders, took a step forward and the rabbit stopped eating it, alert something was wrong. But Infernoterror assured it was fine by taking a step backwards rather then forward. Then, leaping he pounced it and as it scrambled under his sharp claws, the spotted sun haired Honorguard lunged at it, fangs digging into the neck and holding there until he heard a pop in the veins. Picking it up, he took it back down and dropping it onto the freshkill pile, shrugged curious as to what he should do next. So many things. So little time of the day. Twenty four hours.


    [roleplay sample is when he is older but i do realize he is a kit]

  • CHARACTER CLEANOUT! [Adopt Major HPRs!]

    HUGELY INTERESTED IN UNDERKIT
    Blue visionaries were deep in thought. She was studying a flower she found. What was it for? As she poked a rose... She didn't really understand it. She hadn't ever seen this herb — If it was a herb. Shrugging, it did just smell marvelous! How could she deny that? Underkit loved it. It was a pretty red flower. The petals were a little open circle, and more red stuff stuck up. The petals were beautiful. How could she deny? Maybe she should plant it. Her fairly long yet short coat of white fur followed behind her, blue necklace was pretty as it swayed on her neck as she carried it around. What to do.. Underkit didn't know, honestly. What if the physicians needed it? Or it was poison? Hmm. She didn't want it to be poison. Then it would be useless. She wasn't sure.


    Underkit who was also called Hades let her ice blue eyes look at the rose as she dropped it again. It was so... Beautiful, majestic. She liked it. Hmm. Maybe she should just keep it? Maybe she could gift it to someone! Fantastic! It was pretty, which made her love... Just love it! Oh, and maybe her parents also! Underkit had so many things going in her mind, that as she poked it again, she flinched and jumped back. Her paw pad bled gently, and it had been pricked by a thorn. How did such beautiful of some sort of plant hurt her paw? Then she remembered. A rose! That's what it is! A rose! But every rose had it's thorns, and that made it noticed for her little pink paw pad. Hmm. Mean rose! Oh well. At least it would still make a great gift. But who to give it to? Her friends? The physicians? Parents?