Posts by hazel .

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Hawkclan had been very nice. Her time there seemed to be well spent. She made close friends, got promoted to the equivalent of a medicine cat apprentice, and even found herself loving someone more than a friend. That all changed very quickly, though, when Shiningpaw disappeared. She found herself falling in and out of depression, unable to perform her duties and even put any energy into the clan itself. She had no other choice but to leave and get herself together before rejoining. However, when she arrived the second time, everything had changed. All of her friends had disappeared or died, there was a leadership change, and Shiningpaw was still missing. She couldn't bring herself to go somewhere that used to be a fond place and attempt to make it what it once was, so she decided to return to the source of her first arrival. The first time she found Hawkclan, she had fallen into a river and was dragged downstream. That river led all the way through the territories and past Riverclan, giving her a quick idea as to where her next and possible permanent home would be. It did seem nice.

The seclusive femme arrived at the border, her casual accessories strewn across her body. The candy cane necklace that she had gotten from a party and her bandages wrapped around her ears and legs. She had no reason to keep them on, considering she wasn't actually injured beneath all the linen, but she felt like it resembled her personality and spirit, so Hazel kept them on. Her green eyes focused on the territory ahead, then exhaled and looked around for someone to come and do the normal "name and business".

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Whoops track

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With the rain coming down, the femme didn't notice the scent of the approaching jaguar until she came into view. Regardless, Hazel flinched and practically slipped on the wet ground, but managed to recollect herself before the "name or business" question was asked. Her green eyes glistened with nervousness and raindrops. She exhaled before speaking. "My name is Hazel, and I'm here to join Riverclan if you'll have me," she replied, voice barely comparing to the constant pitter patter of sky water.

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At the sight of the winged wolf, her green oculars focused on her paws. She'd seen plenty of large animals in Hawkclan, but it had been a while, so it was only natural to feel a little bit nervous. "I'm alright on the food and water, but a tour would be pretty nice," she replied softly. Her attention floated up to the apprentice, her expressionless face turning into a small smile. "It's nice to meet you as well. And thank you." Her thanks went to the compliment on her, what she figured, bland name and the warning about Shadowclan. Hazel never had the chance to look into Shadowclan, but she figured it was for the best, considering the relationship between it and Riverclan. A small bit of blush shown through her dark cheeks at the thought of being protected. The ex-medic wasn't very good at fighting, especially since she didn't have any powers, but she definitely didn't want anyone getting hurt for her sake. To her, it was a waste of time.

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Rain was decently important to the fem. Back in Hawkclan, she hadn't seen much of it. There had been mostly snow and sunny days, but then again, she had only been there during the early winter to early spring times. Storms were always interesting as well. The entire idea of lightning striking from the sky, potentially aiming at vulnerable creatures below, was something that interested Hazel. Of course, the last thing she wanted was for someone to be injured during such a phenomenon, but if it was a more mild storm, you'd catch the former medic outside, chilling in the rain.

However, this storm was different. The crashing of the thunder was too frightening. Hazel didn't consider herself scared of a lot of things, but she had to admit that the storm was scaring her. She ducked into the steamboat and simply looked through a window, glad to see that her new clanmates were hidden away inside as well. Flashes of light went past her, causing the dark feline to back up and practically fall onto the floor. It was embarrassing, but with the circumstances outside, she didn't feel any anxiety about the rest of her clanmates around her.

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There was a mental fight going on the female's head. She was debating between secluding herself from the rest of her new clanmates or making brand new friends. Pros of being by herself included: not getting hurt, not making a fool of herself, and basically not having to do anything involving other people. However, having actual friends allowed her to rely on someone for emotional support and help. Sometimes it was better to go through pain and come out with a rainbow than to hold in negative energy for long periods of time. Hazel considered herself superstitious in that way, so she decided that making at least a few friends wouldn't hurt anyone.

She stood on the edge of the steamboat, her head and paws leaning over the railing to gaze at the land below. It was a beautiful sight to see, especially after all the rain that had fallen the night before. She took a quick minute to fix her bandages and then went back to leaning against the railing. She wasn't the approaching type.

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She was a little disappointed at the most recent stranger's quiet greeting, but she turned her gaze towards what seemed to be a friendlier canine. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well. I'm Hazel," she replied softly. Her oculars focused on the other apprentice, a small smile dancing on her maw to seem friendlier herself. "It's nice to meet you, Pointpaw, and thank you for the welcome."

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Fish weren't meant for speaking. They were meant to be eaten and enjoyed, so hearing a talking goldfish frightened the child a bit. She flinched from the water before looking back into it, green oculars widening with disbelief. "Uh, hello. I've never spoken to a talking fish before," she greeted. Her ears swiveled in the direction of a new voice, causing the femme to turn around and face the canine. "It's nice to meet you, Athena. I'm Hazel, and I'm doing alright I guess," the child replied, face dimly expressionless. "How about you?"

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The dark child was feeling more out of place recently than she had in the past few days, so she could consider the river an escape point. It was a place anyone could go, of course, so she didn't expect to get any alone time there, but it was a sign of her former life, and as much as it hurt her, she cared about her past. It was the only link she had to her former self, at least. Hazel trotted along the riverside, careful to keep her paws on the dryer side of the ground. The scent of someone else was definitely clear, but she ignored it for the most part, only stopping when she spotted Reedkit leap for the bullfrog. She giggled softly to herself and trotted out a little farther, waving a forepaw in his direction. "Those might be a little too fast for you," she mewed, voice laced with humor and tease. He did a lot better than she ever could, but no one would know that.

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The weather seemed a lot better today than it had been in the recent, although to be fair, the femme hadn't even been close to Stormclan's territory. She'd been wandering for the past five days, her baby blue oculars focusing on different clans, her mind telling her that each one was nothing but trouble. That wasn't the case of course, since she could've gladly taken her pick, but she felt a suspicious aura around every single one. All except for Stormclan.

She almost blamed her suspicions on her superstitious nature, but knew that it was better to trust her mind than to take a chance elsewhere. And so, the cream-colored child sat at the border, her fur buffeted the wrong way by the breeze, her eyes filled with a sudden fear. What if they didn't like her? What if she wasn't accepted? What if she couldn't fit in? A painful thud of anxiety sounded in her heart, building up enough to cause her ears to ache. It was better to go through this "what if" pain now than to get in trouble later, when she didn't have a clan to care for and protect her.

She sighed to herself and lifted a forepaw, glancing thoughtfully at it. Each paw was enclosed by a baby blue sock, matching her eyes almost exactly, although she considered the thick fabric to be a slight shade darker. It wasn't that her paws got cold, no, she was worried about injuring them. Then again, she couldn't just wrapped her entire body in bubble wrap, but she took particular notice of her fragile pads and therefore, decided to keep them as priority. She lowered the single forepaw and looked back up towards the trees, wincing as the breeze ruffled her fur some more.

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Trackity track

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"Most of your interesting facts are little depressing," the child would mew as she approached, blinking her pale optics at the strangers around her. LarkPaw's fact was generally interesting, and at least didn't have a negative aura surrounding it, like Avalanche's. But wasn't she being a hypocrite? Malia didn't have a pleasing fact to share about herself, but then again, she hadn't really lived long enough to have something substantial happen in her life, right?

She rubbed the back of her neck with a single forepaw, then looked around awkwardly. "My name is Malia, and for an interesting fact..." she paused and allowed her gaze to swoop over faces a second time, "...I can make my eyes glow?" She shrugged as emphasis to her practically rhetorical question, ignoring the fact that she should've put out a demonstration. Wasn't she supposed to be optimistic?

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She slightly flinched at the appearance of the stranger, not because he was intimidating, but because of his eyes. They were extremely difficult to look at, so she focused her own pale oculars on his ears. As he asked the normal "name and business", she felt her mouth go dry. It was a decently easy question to answer, since she had been rehearsing it through her mind constantly. "Uh... my name is Malia, and I'm here to join, if that's alright," she replied, voice cracking after her name.

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Was that a compliment? The child stared up at the leader, eyes widening in disbelief. From the short greeting and information that she had about Spiderstar, she was certain that the leader was quite serious, so she was shocked to hear the friendlier words escape her mouth. "I hardly believe that," she murmured, half to herself, before returning a small smile towards the ebony feline.

Her now-pleasant mood faded as her gaze fell upon Maplepaw. What had happened? Or in other words, why was everyone so tense? She glanced back up at Spiderstar, allowing herself to speak again. "Is there something going on? Something that I don't.... that I don't know about?"

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She glanced up in the direction of the newest stranger, wait, not stranger, not now that he had introduced himself. A small smile crept across her maw, offering it warmly to the male. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Poe. And if you want, go ahead and call me Mal," she mewed kindly, then turned her pale gaze back towards the first stranger.

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*awkwardly tumbles into thread*
I haz arrived *poetry slam snaps*

Plots or Threads with Mal?

ALPHA KRATT
Peachlight and Malia thread?

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Track smack paddy whack flick flack mick mack sick sack doody doody dack
I'm uncertain on the safety of this thread

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Mal and Rj thread?

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i regret nothing
*hugs floor for dear life*

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could you? i'm attempting to catch up on other characters whoops