NAME: Haywhisker

RANK: Warrior

AFFILIATION: WillowClan

IMMEDIATE KIN:
Darkfury (mother)
Coyotestorm (father)
Beanfallow (brother)
Badgerkit (half-sister)
Eveningkit (half-sister)

BASIC APPEARANCE: Black tom with golden-amber eyes.

DETAILED APPEARANCE: A tall and slim black-furred tom with warm golden-amber eyes, Haypaw is in no way built for a life around water. With slightly-curled fur that soaks easily and long limbs that don't easily propel him through water, he is at odds with his environment. 

PERSONALITY & DESCRIPTION: Haywhisker isn't as warm as he might look. He once saw the world as a hopeful and happy place during the start of his life, but that changed when his innocence was stolen from him. After the sudden and unexpected death of his mother, after he lost his guiding light, he became bitter and displaced, and his own reflection only served as a constant reminder of who he could no longer see. Emotion became a liability, a painful hindrance to daily functioning, so he easily fell into a state of cold rationality. Everything around him was, and still is, either useful or trivial in nature, classifications that ease the need to form attachments. He uses manipulation like a spider uses a web, where at best he’s convincing, but at worst he’s deadly. If he can avoid violence and deception then he will, but it doesn’t mean he strays from it. They are merely tools he has at his disposal—ones he will use without limits if someone crosses him. He doesn't consider the idea of rules as a border, but merely a frontier, guidelines that he can step beyond. This is also true in the fact that Haywhisker doesn't have any boundaries for himself. It gives him an excuse to avoid examining his actions too closely, to avoid facing what he's fought so hard to bury forever. It's as if he's wearing a mask, hiding all that he doesn't want visible, hiding at just how broken he feels. Haywhisker has become proficient at playing the part of a cat who genuinely cares—a warm smile, a friendly gesture, but they are all lies, as much as a lie he is himself. It's to the point that how much of a front he is putting up is questionable. How much of it is an act, and how much is the self he's repressed? Just how corrupted is he, really? He doesn't fear illegality, that much is certain. He is not one to stand for justice or to stand against that which is traditionally considered wrong. He isn't afraid to dirty his paws or throw himself headlong into the unknown. But sometimes, his kind actions seem a little too real to be falsified. Just sometimes, his pleasurable expressions look a little too genuine. These little moments the black tom has don't make up for what he is capable and willing to do, but maybe they soften the edge a little bit, make Haywhisker seem a little bit warmer, a little bit more whole.