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Hi guys, as you can probably see I'm thinking of making a new character and hoped to place them here in HawkClan because I think it seems quite cool :) The only problem is I can't think of a name (my fault most likely) and was wondering if you could help me? I was thinking my character was going to be a very young white tiger who doesn't speak at all and I'd like her name to be something from one of Shakesphere's plays. It can be a male or female one and I'll love for some suggestions so I can set up my character within the next few days :) Look forward to roleplaying with you all :)

I think I like Flute :) I think thats cute :)

Silver sands slipped beneath silver paws. The sea air licked its lips as it drew close to the small cub, threatening to take the venerable creature for itself and into the abyss of death cast her. It would be a sweet release at that moment. A blood sodden, torn pelt was hard to carry when a broken heart was all that much heavier with the burden of time. But it would all be over soon. Hunger would not sap her nor would sorrow exhaust the soul for StarClan would reunite her with all that was lost. Upon the beach the snow leopard fell and let the salt water bite at her wounds, fresh and days old, without even a tear seeping from two bright blue eyes. She peered up for what might be last time to the small gaps heaven made for its people with the thought of her parents; had they taken their place among the honest that walked the earth no more? Had they found peace? Would their star light guard her in these last few moments so to ease her way back to them? Little did the cub know of where she had come, in the dead of night all seemed still and lifeless. Only the waves knew of her presence, only some distant hawk bid her good rest.

Joining threads up :)

OOC. Suffering from; three deep wounds along left flank and hurt front paw on same side as well as being highly malnutritioned, tired and post-traumatic stress
The world seemed to slow down for a few fleeting moments as the slow moon slipped across the ground and bowed its queenly head to those held beyond the reach of mortals. As quickly as the sand became crimson, the sea rose once more in its mighty stature and washed it away so that the beach was bare of the coloring for a few moments while the cub lay, unmoving. For once in her short life things seemed to be peaceful for one, despite pain and the oncoming prospect of death there was a happiness within the cub that was rarely experienced by those not upon the outskirts of life. Then there was the touch of someone she did not know, the voices of strangers hovering above her head. Not of guardians, death had not onset her yet! Once again the eyes of the snow leopard flashed open. Panic found its way into her heart. Energy to her paws. By the strange power of fear, balance came to stand her though only on three of her limbs; the third came up as she hobbled back and upon a rock. Her mind told her to run while her body wanted to keel over in a heap. What was she to do but look upon those who wanted to hurt her with nothing but terror? What was her thin frame meant to do but tremble, redy to collapse? Nothing more than a small, high pitched whine answered their questions before the attempt at a growel that a snail might be disappointed at came from the weak child but to keep such an act up would be impossible. One blow would render her lifeless. It would be a lot easier to take it then to fight the instinct of despair.

OOC. Aww dont worry about it :)
The little leopardess looked again to who she thought were her assalents, those like the other with violence trained upon their mind. Though it was clear as to what they were saying, the things that they were aaking were not the sort for savages to ask a cub upon its attack but nevertheless her ground was stood with all the growel in her throa that it was possible to mustert, the proping back of ears and the baring of small teeth that the cub was praying could deal a big enough bite to deter the giants that loom before her with greedy minds and a fighting heart. So little did she know, little did she really care. All that she wanted to do was sleep here and return to her parents, was that so hard for a young child to ask? Then something warm, something fuzzy and gentle tickled a line down her spine accompanied by the small whispers of one of the femmes who had come with the rest. The smooth, soothing stroke almost released a pur from the youngster who still scared stiff thought of her mother in that moment and how this simple gesture reminded her of the matural tenderness she had once know. It was hard to know who to trust. Who would really keep her safe. Who was just looking for an easy tease. But even then, something about the physical contact show die not seem to menace or enforce pain, quite the opposite really, momentarly she just felt restful. But what if this was their trick? Their fascade? A masl that sheilded death? All fears sent a jolt of trembling through her body and again a hiss escaped her. Very slowly she continued to back away. Up the side of the rock backwards she climbed. The attempts to ward off the offencive continuing. But one dodging footing brought thethin cub tumbling down and stroon upon the sand. With few shallow breaths shelay unmoving before a much quieter set of defestive nosies begged for nothing more of this. Nothing more of pain. Nothing more of life. At 2 moons old, she was ready now. Sapped of all energys and wills by her last ditch attempt at fending for herself, StarClan seemed inchs away and ready to encircle her.

OOC. She is mute by choice and very nervous, answers to characters will be gestures but I shall try and explain a little more out of action.
It seemed as if things were changing. The tides were turning and for once, in her favor. Things weren’t like they were before. The people here were different. They did not move around, they had watertight dens with placements for all. There did not seem to be anybody here that was not with place, any that didn’t have some sort of meaning to the rest. That was, apart from herself. The youngster was still trying to figure out whether it was right for her to be here, whether it was safe. They had patched her up well, which was not too bad after she realized that what they were doing was the opposite of pain and life seemed to return to her but she was a stranger among them, how could they really care about what happened to her? Now her recovery was slow but getting there though hampered by a lack of sleep because of nightmares that still taunted her. This, however, would be her first step out into what might become a new beginning, a second start in a world that had been so cruel to her. Really the cub just needed to get out for a while and take in a sweet breath of fresh air but didn’t want to draw attention to herself. A few timid steps took her to the entrance that was enjungled with spear heads of ivy, with a few more her whole body was tangled within them but with a slash or two from her small claws they relinquished their grip and she was allowed to continue along the sands. The funny thing was she did not remember being taken within the den, either under her own power or by another. That whole night that brought her here really was a blur with fear but the last few days had been a great dear calmer inside what seemed to be a nursery of sorts. Daggers of bright white light stabbed at her eyes as the shade ended and the sun light began to peer directly at the snow leopard as if to question her presence in a place strange to such a creature that would surely prefer the mountains to the water-front? Currently there was no field, hole or city that she would call home so the beach was as good as any other to dwell, that was if those who had helped her the other night would accept her as worthy to. The leopardess moved to the side of the cove and rested upon the sand underneath the drapes of foliage with the hope of remaining hidden from the clan’s people but still feel the benefits of pure, peaceful surroundings.

Threads with Flute any one?

There were a great many places around the camp that were new to the small cub, who found a queer pleasure in taking herself off, alone, to any of the many strange nooks which could be explored without fear of meeting another or crossing the boarder of the settlement that she had been informed was a boundary for those underage. These mini adventures had taken her to place that were limited in their brilliance but none the less marvelous to run around, play and imagine in but nothing of a dangerous sort had ever been studied close up by her. It was as she was trotting along the beach that in front of her, the thick pelt of a husky pup became visible ahead of her. At first thought her legs were ready to move away before it could see her but then the wolf-like creature disappeared in plume of sand. Never having seen anything of the sort, she approached the site cautiously to fine that the pup had fallen within a hole with side glittering with gems. What was she to do? Thankful another of the younger members of the clan found them and she listened intently to find out the results of the conversation between them.

Oh cool :) Who would you like to make it?

As far as she was aware there were only 2 others of a similar age to her within the clan, she had seen them coming and going over the last few days that for her had been spent mostly within the nursery den, trying to find some peace in just letting her wounds heal. It might help if she choose to open up and talk to people to interact with them but silence on her part was her shield, her protection in a sense, at least the cub knew that if there were no words ever to come from her then the chance of doing something wrong was greatly reduced. That was the main fear that controlled her life. A slip up could throw her back into the dangers of loneliness and that was the last thing that she wanted. At least here if there was something amiss then there were many who could ease the situation. It knocked her confidence though, things would be a lot harder by that was the only way she felt safe with where she was. Outside the nursery the sound of the other youngsters made her sit up from her dozy slumber within the den and take interest in what they were saying. Would it be so terrible just to walk over there? Show her face, nothing more? It was worth a try. If they didn't like it then they could send her away or ignore her but gently she padded over and stayed just in the sheltered darkness of the door.

OOC. Aww, no problems :)
The world always seemed that much smaller when looking from the inside out, there seemed to be many things to do but once completed there was nothing more to stir the interests of one who looked for new things; unless they had imagination. Flute was an adventurer, a quiet, lonesome one. Her mind wandered with the small ants, flew with the birds in the sky and burrowed deep into the meaning of things with the small moles. No matter what, there would always be something that needed to be studied with the greatest amount of enthusiasm. The cub had decided that rather then cease the day today, that she might cease her only limitation. The camp boarder. It had been put to her that crossing the line between the inhabited land and the wild was forbidden unless under leave but exploring did not warrant such a thing so had to stick to its course. Her solid concentration made her brush over the fact that the gray tabby was sitting upon the trees a few meters off but even if she had, the line would restrain her from doing much.

OOC. I like it :)
The concept of friends was not something that had ever been drummed into Flute, alliances were impossible when your life was spent wandering alone, hoping that starvation would not set in and the wounds that marked your body as weak and vulnerable did not kill you too quickly. That was her life before, no parents, no care of any kind. Even something as basic as love or affection was stranger to her the the distant stars in the night sky. That was partly one of the reasons why she feared those who knew it when her mind could not understand the simplicities. It made those around her protect, look after each other. The foundations of a clan were those who wanted to guard one-another out of sentimental feeling toward them. But none of this had ever been demonstrated or explained to her before she came here, how was she to understand? When addressed by the two other youngsters, the leopardess almost recoiled in fear. Why speak to her? Even to her own surprise she stayed, staring at the beetle before shuffling forward a little and quietly nodding in answer to the husky's question before giving a small, timid smile to the kit.

The leopardess found peace in just laying her head down upon the silky smooth sand, letting the drapes of ivy blanket her and the sun send her good rest; the simplest of pleasures such as these were often the most magnificent in her wandering mind. Sleepily she looked out across the camp, watching as people came and went, talked and chatted, all but ignoring her as she lay motionless by the nursery. Success, in the cubs mind, for many different reasons.Firstly, it meant that no one was waiting for her to come out, expecting some big song and dance. In no way was she like that, in fact calling her a recluse, even at such a young age would be an accurate description. Secondly, questions were hard to anwser to an acceptable standard when insistent on saying nothing. It was better for all if she said nothing, then all might be well. Flecks of dust seemed to hop up and onto her pale skin but figuring there must be some more logical reason for this the youngster sat up and looked just above her head to where the ghost tabby stared at her blindly which was slightly unsettling for the cub. Out of all those upon the beach that night, the black smoke pelted femme had been the most gentle and warm and motherly. Though at the time terror had obscured this fact, in the last few days of recovery, it would not be a lie to say that Flute had urned for it but would never say so to anyone. Ever so lightly the snow leopard gravitated toward the knight so that her head just brushed the tip of her paws and in anwser to her question nodded gently even though was weary of this not being ok with the grown-up.

Name: Flute
Gender; Female
Preference: Unsure
Might be a little young :S

Bump

OOC. I think Flute would be rather nervous and clingy around adoptive parents but shes very nervous anyway so why not :)

Momentarily the young cub really didnt know what to make of the pups indication so didnt move forward but slightly back. Most of her life had been spent alone or with her parents, it really was uncustomary for her to be amoung so many people and for them to interact with her. Things just didnt make sence! Maybe the gesture was becconing her forward? She thought, nah, she was a stranger why would they want to be with her? It troubled her deeply that these youngsters were so open with her because all she wanted to do was curl up in the back of the den and not speak to anyone, ever but therewasnstill other things that needed to be done. In desision that the huskey was saving a seat by him for her she creeped forward and sat down but was quick to notice the sheer amount of people. Strangers. Now the cub was trembling. Eyes wide and looking around the others with fear. The two other youngsters would be enough but all these differant and new people were just to much. Even if they were clans people.

There was still no attention paid to the tabby fem even when she was making her way over for the small cub had found an interesting little flower just upon the inside of the boarder. It had a preistene set of pure, snow white, feather like petals that were so light and delicate that they quivered just with her breath close to them. As for the long, pale green stalk it stetched out in want to greet the heavens from the chocolate brown soil that lay heavy and still upon the earth. It was alway miraculous to the cub, the way that dirt could produce something so perfectly formed from its murky depths for it did not seem as if it would be possible bwcause they were so diffwrant. Her study was interupted with an unexpected greeting that made her jump back, ears plastered to her head and a small defencive growel coming from her throat toward on second glace could be recconised as one of the clan members that she had seen but not spoken to yet. Well, she hadnt spoken to anybody yet but interacted with rather. After a moment she calmed her defensive sounds though still stood firm with her eyes pinned back, trying to come up with a gesture that might explain all. Very carefully she creaped forward, still ready to bouce away if nessicary but got as far as the dasiy that she had been peering at not moments before. Carwfully, the the tip of her little pink nose she tapped the flower in anwser to the felines question before moving back again, watching the other carefully.

OOC. Permission for Flute to become very clingy to Blue or would that just get annoying?

It was true. The new faces, all the voices, everything that Flute could not know about those that surrounded her now. What were they thinking? Surely they must have noticed her. The trembling, cowardly snow leopard who was without a parent or love in this world and arrived upon the beach, bleeding, beaten and starved not two nights ago? What did they really think about her? Although she dare not look up to see it felt like they were all starring at her. Forming impressions, deciphering her past from what they knew of her and basing conclusions on theories. Had she the ability to mind read, what would she find about herself within their minds? For all that she would read she would come to believe, it would be gospel to her. They were all so much older and more experienced it was impossible for them to be wrong. And then would they act on these? Throw her out of the clan because she was the weak little cub that would amount to nothing. The one with no place, no home, no love. Nothing.
Something rather more soothing came to her in her moment of complete terror. A voice she trusted almost but barely knew. The pup that had taken her beside her, he was saying something of comfort. Something of protection. The little cub almost was scared at the way it calmed her and made her feel safe for the first time without her parents. Her eyes gave a delicate, gooey look to the husky as if to ask 'really?' but there was so much truth in his voice it was impossible not believe in him. Instinctively the leopardess moved even closer though there was no room and gave a little nuzzle of her soft, pink nose to his shoulder in thanks for what she supposed must be friendship.
Then another came by her, an older member of the clan she did not recognize and had not interacted with before. He was big, dark colored and a lot older then her. Her head pressed into Blue's side in hope to hide its self from he who approached going on the basis that if she couldn't see him then maybe he wouldn't be able to see her or he would go away, disappear. But apparently no such thing was to happen and the stranger addressed her in a similar manner to the husky. Though still awfully intimated, she managed to nod her head in anwser but didn't move it from her friends side. Almost anything scared Flute, even something as simple as the apprentices question which just induced a vicious cycle of fear.

Eyes filled with a nervous sense of alert watched the tabby approaching the flower and smelled the center of the flora as she herself took a few steps back so that the apprentice was not looming over her or close enough that the cub couldn't react very quickly to an incoming claw strike. Flute was scared of almost everything and everyone, there were a few within the clan that had proven worthy of trust from the cub but because she was so timid and mute, it was hard to back friends with anyone at all. With every move the femme made the leopardess move in a counter direction just so that she could remain comfortable with interaction. Normally she might have run off back the nursery den by now and curled up under some of the blankets but didn't because the area was so dence with bramble bush and she was already recovering from the injures she arrived with that it would be impossible out run anyone. The tabby seemed to want to continue its conversation which Flute was afraid might get harder to anwser its questions with gestures. And then the question of a name came and she just didn't know how to anwser. What would the apprentice do? Flute was sure that attack was iminant now. She was probably so angry that she didn't anwser that she would probably just think 'What the hell?' and with full force come at her. The cub trembled with fear and desperately looked around the opening, there had to be some escape route! There was, behind Steropaw. There was only one thing for it. With a glance around she tried to plat her best direction and found a little gap beneath some bush not a few meters away. Swiftly she darted under it, her fur catching on the spikes as she did but still she crouched down in the shadows of the branches watching for the tabby in case she decided to follow.