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oSaC - Hayden Application

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Published: Feb 17, 2013

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Name || _{Todd | Hayden}

Age || _{24 Moons [ 2 Years ]}

Gender || _Male

Breed || _{Maine Coon}

Clan || _None

Rank || _Loner

Appearance || _{Pure in his breed, Hayden carries all the common traits of a Maine Coon. He has long, thick fur with a large strong build, and warm yellow eyes fading into an iris tipped green. His coat colours include solid chestnuts, dull browns, and soft gingers all fading into eachother amongst a sea of speckles and flecks, ending at his large, powerful paws. His tail and ears end in a feathered manner, and as ‘pretty’ as it may look at times, it can be very hindering for the tom. His fur is easily caught on brambles and bushes, so hunting under the trees is hard for him. He frets little in winter, not worrying of warmth as long as he can stay dry – but the aftermath is faced in summer, where despite shedding Hayden is left craving shade and water. All this in consideration, one of the most notable things about Hayden’s appearance is his resemblance to his twin brother; it’s impossible to tell the two apart unless their eyes are open!}

Short Version || Hayden - _{A deep brown, long-furred tom with green-yellow eyes and a tall build.}

Size Reference || [link] - _{Hayden would be about the size of the cat to the right compared to an average-sized feline. He gets his size from his breed.}

Personality :
|| Docile || Bashful / Unsocial || Meticulous || Disloyal || Obstinate / Stubborn || Sincere || Intelligent ||

Docile >> _{One of the first things others tend to notice about Hayden, is that he likes to let his brother do the talking. The Maine Coon is very gentle in nature, and finds fighting rather undesirable. Of course, that being said he's not squeamish, so much as simply considerate of those around him. He likes to listen to others, and if ever anybody is having a problem he genuinely wants to do his best to ease the situation. He's used to being the one who helps simmer down the heated arguments his twin gets himself into, and doesn't mind being looked at as a bit of a peace-keeper sometimes... even if he's nowhere near as smooth-talking as Hunter in sticky situations. Either way, Hayden can be considered a rather soft cat, and he's used to having his brother watch his back, and the sense of family makes it hard for him to find reasons to be angry. He's grateful for having such a free life, and the lack of rules leaves him rather lax.}Bashful / Unsocial >> _{As mentioned in the previous trait, Hunter was always the one who had a way with words. Hayden on the other hand, can come off as awkward and very reserved. This unsocial trait is notable, but it has an exception. If you hadn't guessed, the exception to Hayden's quiet behaviour is his twin of course! In fact, he can be a very different cat around his brother, with whom he openly jokes and teases. He's very used to things being him and his brother against the world, and because of it he's very selective on who he trusts. Because of his anti-social tendencies, he can come off as shy and bashful, and likes to keep behind Hunter and be the more reserved, submissive of the pair.}Meticulous >> _{Details, details, details! It's all in the little things, or at least Hayden thinks so. Some of his compulsive habits include making sure everything is straightened away perfectly before he dare relax, and whereas Hunter is often seen looking after the pair with his strength and fierce defence, Hayden plays his part, too. He plans out constantly how much food they have and need, and can even be a bit obnoxious if you get him talking about all the mental routines he has. Even if he avoids schedules like the plague, there are many things Hayden needs to accomplish before he can relax and ease up, fretting that if he lets his focus on his surroundings waver that he'd be caught in his ignorance and his family would pay the price for it. So, he can be very nit-picky and finicky about the way he thinks things should be done, and despite his reluctance to voice his thoughts Hayden is pretty much always thinking. Despite the annoying nagging it may come with, it can't be denied that the tom is observant.}Disloyal >> _{Severing his ties to everyone and everywhere at a very young age, Hayden is left with no sense of loyalty or duty towards anything other than his brother. This trait is one of the reasons Clan Life would be rather unfitting for him, or at least hard to get used to. He hates rules, and the sense of being controlled by forces he can't understand. After having his life in the hands of two-legs, who could move or sell or separate him from Hunter at any moment...well, he cherishes the freedom of being a loner to say the least. Curiosity may pull him toward the nearby Clan borders, but it can be assured it's no sense of loneliness that brings him. The sheer indifference the Maine Coon has towards things outside of his family is often what makes him seem rather distant; he openly cuts himself off and keeps himself at an arm's-length from others, and that's just how he likes it.}
Obstinate / Stubborn >> _{When Hayden's made up his mind about something, if it's something very important to him he's capable of overcoming his docile, soft-spoken traits to put his foot down. But this can come with a certain degree of naivety, since as observant as the feline is he simply doesn't have as much experience as some to back his knowledge. But if he believes in something, it usually takes a lot to change his mind. Together, the Twins are a very stubborn pair of toms, and if the both share a strong opinion about something, the entire world could disagree and it would mean next to nothing to them. A strange mindset, but not surprising judging by their past.}
Sincere >> _{Hayden is prone to being guilt-ridden after the smallest of fibs, which is why for the most part he goes without lying. He's not the type to sugar-coat things, and will usually give it to you straight if you ask him a question. His past and family are usually the only things he'll lie about, since he believes there are many secrets that aren't his to tell, and this outweighs his distaste for deceit. But yet oddly enough, Hayden doesn't mind being lied to if it's for his own benefit. If he's sick, and it's worse than he initially thought, he would be grateful for a little lie to make him feel more at ease. His honesty can be both good and bad, since sometimes he says something without realizing afterwards that maybe a lie would've been more sympathetic. But if he stares you in the eye and swears by something, you can usually bet it's the truth, a trait that the large cat has always had.}
Intelligent >> _{The tom can be quite cunning, but his intelligence is limited to a certain field: two-legs. After having lived with humans for the beginning of his life, the young cat who wanted to learn everything really grew to discover a lot. He even became adept at things such as opening doors and getting his collars off (eventually the two-legs just gave up on finding a collar he couldn’t get out of). But despite his intelligence towards the things around him, there is a certain wisdom that comes only from experience – the kind Hayden doesn’t have. He knows very little about the forests and the prey he hunts, and he knows little about the Clans. This is often the reason he’s so curious about everything, and it sometimes leaves the Maine Coon very frustrated when he can’t grasp something. He’s always been the logical, cunning half of his duo with Hunter, whereas the other tom possesses many physical and social skill sets the younger brother could only aspire about.}

Father || _{Smokey - A proud pure-bred Maine Coon, current location unknown. Status : Irrelevant NPC}

Mother || _{Tabitha -A beautiful pure-bred Maine Coon. Currently living the life of a Kittypet far off to the north. Status : Irrelevant NPC}

Siblings || _{Hunter - Hayden’s twin brother and best friend.}

Mate || _N/A

Kits || _N/A

History || _{[[ Hayden and Hunter’s history was first modelled by Captain-Clover, and even though we each wrote our own side, many of the following ideas were referenced off her beautiful writing <3 Go check it out, nyah! ]]

• Like many before it, this tale starts with a love story. Not the pure, passionate romance you’d expect… In fact, Hayden’s parents didn’t even like each other! But I promised you a love story didn’t I? So I guess we may as well start at the very beginning…
• Tabitha was a cat of simple views and simple pleasures. She liked to lay on the smooth, wood flooring of her two-leg’s house - soaking up the sun in her beautiful, glossy pelt. After all, she was a pure bred Maine Coon and clearly deserved a very dignified lifestyle! But her world was about to revolve around something completely different – a large litter full of fluffy kittens. Wait wait, I skipped a few steps there, didn’t I? A key factor, maybe? Kittens don’t just fall from the sky, so let’s backtrack; I’ll get this History-telling thing right sooner of later.
• Already working a few jobs to pay off the bills, Tabitha’s two-leg owners were not ones to turn a blind eye to an inventive way to earn some money. Whether they realized it down the road or always knew of Tabitha’s lineage, the feline they had lounging in their living room had the potential to produce some very high-class children. All it took was the right partner. But meeting Smokey, the girl knew immediately he was no Mr. Right to her! He was competition, a cat whom her humans had now brought into her home with interests around nothing other than himself. He was stubborn and proud and loud, and his arrogance left Tabitha’s ears flat against her skull. No, she certainly didn’t like this one. He was a show cat, like herself, and the fame had gone to his head as far as the she-cat was concerned. But with the love her two-legs had always shown her, letting them down felt far more distasteful than bearing the children of Smokey. So…maybe they could give it a shot.
• When I said ‘love story’ earlier, I guess I was never really talking about Hayden and Hunter’s parents. Even after being taken away by his owner, the dark tom had never earned the new mother’s respect. So the love of this tale wasn’t directed towards him, but rather the small bundles of warmth pressed against Tabitha’s flank. As much as it had initially surprised her, she adored the kittens that now relied on her with every fibre of her being. Their heat and heartbeats was her new drive, and she vowed to make sure her mewling pure-bred children lived easy, happy lives. Ah, but things never really go as we plan.
• The litter consisted of three she-cats and two twin toms who looked practically identical to all but their mother, a sizeable bunch. But all in all, too many cats for one household. When it came down to it, these kittens had been born to be sold, and it felt like it was all too soon before two of the little girls were taken away and never seen again. Heartbroken, Tabitha clung fiercely to her remaining daughter, trying to fill the void of her missing children with a single she-cat. Her attention elsewhere, the two toms stuck to eachother like glue, worrying that if they left the other out of their sight long enough, they’d be taken like their sisters. But it was okay; they didn’t need their mother’s attention to be happy when they had their own special brand of brotherly company no one could ever sever. They were Mick and Todd.
• Right from the start, it was clear the two-leg would have little luck separating the twins, and so when time came to sell them, they went together to a new home. But a twist of events changes their original future as Show Cats. After a trip to the vet, Mick was diagnosed with heart problems – a scourge on his previously flawless health record. This mark wouldn’t be ignored by show cat judges, and so the Two-legs knew he’d have to go to a regular home despite his clean lineage. Todd, however, would’ve been a fine candidate: he had a good-temperament, no health issues, a smooth, speckled coat…but there was no way he’d be leaving Mick’s side, and that ‘good-temperament’ evaporated the second anyone tried to get between them. So when the doors of their new home opened, rather than seeing a cat-loving breeder, they found themselves staring at a cat-loving family. And by family, I don’t mean a pair of quiet two-legs who’d pamper them and all would be calm and glorious. I mean a boisterous household filled with a yappy dog, a child who liked pulling cat-tails, and even mice wedges in little tanks they weren’t allowed to touch. Feeling their spirits fall, they knew immediately they’d need to stick close if they were going to get through the ordeal presented before them.
• But as the moons passed, it turned out things weren’t as bad as they first thought. They got used to the loud lifestyle, and they even grew comfortable with their new Kittypet names: Hunter and Hayden. Hayden smiled to himself, finally starting to feel a bit of stability; he had a permanent name, he had a certain routine to the way the days went by, and he had his brother there for him to cuff the hound on the ears whenever it went after the slightly smaller twin. Things surely couldn’t be too bad, even if this new life meant getting kicked out into the rain sometimes when Hunter was punished for ‘Hunting’ the tank mice. Guess we know where he got his name, hm? But as wet and cold as things could end up, they had a mutual but unspoken agreement: where one went, so did the other. And it was a good thing, too, for all the trouble the other would get into, having backup was greatly appreciated more than once. But one event was dawning where they would need eachother more than ever: the night they would slip away and never return.
• The moving boxes seemed to loom over Hayden, their smooth brown surface mocking him with their splendour. He couldn’t move them, he couldn’t fight them, and he couldn’t stop them from piling up around the place he had finally gotten used to calling ‘home’. There was nothing he could do, and the realization brought with it a familiar taste in his mouth. This was what it felt like to be powerless, just like when he was a small bundle of fur named Todd, praying to gods he didn’t believe in that him and his brother wouldn’t be separated. There had been nothing he could do then, and there was nothing he could do now. Nothing…except run. The twins came to an agreement that it was the right thing to do, and that night when the moon rose and the sky was flooded with the colour of ink they left. Where they were going? They weren’t sure. But seeing the street cats roaming around their village, life in the wild surely couldn’t be that bad. They would get through, they would learn. Well, they had hoped, but everything is easier said than done.
• In a heartbeat everything had changed. They were suddenly prone to all kinds of illness, and they had to find their own food and shelter all the while avoiding the dangers they never knew existed until now. The comfortable layers of fat they used to have thinned to nothingness and their smooth fur started to hang a bit more loosely from their tall frames. But despite a rocky start, they got the hang of this place too. They learned to hunt – not to an impressive level, but they can catch food, and they travelled until they found a peaceful patch of forest down by a nature preserve. Yet there’s more to mend than physical troubles. Hayden would die of embarrassment if Hunter ever knew how many times he had repeated in his head: ”My name is Hayden. I’m travelling with my twin brother, Hunter. Our Two-legs were going to separate us. Everything is going to be alright. My name is Hayden. I’m travelling with my twin…” He was determined not to forget who he was, not to be Todd. He was Hayden now, he could look after himself and his brother. They didn’t need any two-legs, and they would learn the new ropes.
• Today they still live up in the north, just on the edge and sometimes in the lands of Aspen and Ragged Clan territory. Will they ever talk with the Clan Cats? Who knows! Hayden’s curiosity is growing…}

Extras || _{■ Hayden rarely leaves the side of his twin for long, and can get agitated when the situation arises.

■ No thanks to the young two-leg who would pull his tail during their "Kittypet Days", Hayden isn't fond of kits or children.

■ His favourite prey is bird, and Hayden will happily sit and pluck their feathers all day if it means enjoying eating them.

■ Hayden feels curious about the philosophy and tactics of the Clan Cats, but views them as tied down, and scoffs at their lack of freedom.

■ The tom is known for being very quizzical, and wanting to learn about everything. He’s very educated in Two-leg ways, and can even open most kinds of doors.

■ Hayden’s name is very important to him after his history, and the way Clan Cats change their names throughout their lives leaves him baffled.

■ Above anyone else, Hayden admires his brother and holds everything the tom says in very high regards - even if he pretends otherwise.}

Relationships
_{See Heart Chart >> xxx}

Roleplay Sample || _{Nodding with genuine interest at what Kindledindle was saying, Ivorypaw imagined it must’ve taken a lot of training to become that disciplined with all those herbs. So much to keep track of, but in a way it was just like the small she-cat memorizing all of her battle moves. What to use and in what situations to use them… she could see the resemblance. Having never put much thought towards what medicine cats did, the small she-cat actually felt quite intrigued; it wasn’t everyday something interested her enough to get her to sit still. Well, not exactly still, but she wasn’t fidgeting as much as she usually did. And the TidalClan medicine cat actually seemed like a genuinely kind tom, and there was something about him that made Ivorypaw feel like she could confide whatever she wanted in the feline, almost like a big brother. Almost. Laughing at his remark of warriors crying like kits, she tried to weigh whether he meant it, or if it was just to help her feel better about her treatment. Deciding not to be so cynical, she couldn’t help but agree that it worked, and the apprentice held her paw with a bit more of a smirk. She had a pretty good tolerance for pain, and only winced a little bit when he finally got around to putting the poultice onto her scrape. She had managed to guard herself, and the warning of the stinging was one she was grateful for; it helped ward off a lot of the surprise that came with the initial tang. ”That…wasn’t as horribly awful as I was bracing myself for,” she exclaimed, audible relief in her voice as she released a breath she didn’t know she had been holding.
Raising her head again to meet his gaze, she managed to keep a bit of eye contact this time when he answered her question. This cat seemed to have endless patience with her pestering – it wasn’t everyday Ivorypaw could voice her mind without getting cuffed over the ear for being rude or disrespectful. Then again, she probably deserved it with some of the things she’s muttered in the past under her breath, a touch not quiet enough. But she didn’t feel a need to reply with snide retorts to Kindledindle; sure, sometimes he went on and on and on, but most of the stuff he said was genuinely interesting, and if Ivorypaw was to be the best warrior ever, she wanted to learn all she could about everything out there. ’ Life is not a solo act, that's what makes it worth living,’ some of the things the tom said seemed to echo in the smalls he-cat’s mind, and she mused over it curiously. Yeah. Maybe he was right; maybe Ivorypaw needed to learn to confide in others. Today wouldn’t be that day, but she took his advice to heart and nodded wordlessly, her blue gaze flashing in thoughtful honesty. Following his gaze to the poppy seeds, she chuckled slightly. ”Hah, no worries Kindledindle. What you said was helpful…thanks.” She licked up the tiny dark specks, feeling them stick to her tongue and working to swallow them as the medicine cat went back to washing his paws again. The seeds were too small to harbour any real taste, but something about them was soothing and natural, lulling enough even to make her eyelids feel a bit heavier than before. ”Awwwh’, I have to stay in camp?” she blinked in surprise, deflating slightly at being restricted. She had seen it coming, but the disappointment was still just as frustrating, and she stifled a sigh. ”Well, I’ll take your word for it. I guess I could continue training to be the best warrior ever tomorrow, I don’t think my title will be stolen before I get the chance to defend it later,” nodding and smiling slightly to herself again, she got to her paws and flicked her plume-like tail over at the patched feline. ”Thanks again! For the words and the seaweed,” and with her hasty goodbye, she skipped off into the main part of camp again, weighing how much trouble she’d get into if she were to sneak off again.
-- Taken from a roleplay between Ivorypaw and =Fates-Exile's Kindlestep --}

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Hayden / Art (c) *KitsaniCat
Hunter (c) ~Captain-Clover
OSAC (c) =KellzFire / *Zaabu

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AcidPumpkin

Jul 7, 2014

OMG HOW HAVE I NOT SEEN YOUR ART BEFORE ARGHHHH I WOULD LOVE sorry stops with the caps anyway I would love you to join my new warrior cat group you would kick butt

thank you even if you do not like the group