Hazel

Hazel is a complicated cat. She's been through a lot. A whole lot. Some of it isn't her fault, some can only be called karma. She may be an awful feral jerk of a cat but I love her with my whole heart. I would cuddle her and let her bite me. My family knows more about her than they do some of my friends.

TW for child abuse (but I'm assuming if you're on this page you know what you're getting into)

## Appearance & Personality

### Appearance

   Hazel is one angry midget (I’m sorry guys I had to). Standing at 6.4 inches, Hazel doesn’t seem like a lot at first glance. Despite her height, Hazel is very intimidating. She doesn’t even need her (slightly taller) children around; all it takes is a glance at the scars littering her pelt and the gleam in her eyes to warn you that this is not a cat to be messed with. Her fur looks soft and fluffy, an elegant ginger-tinted brown color. Her coat is mottled with brown and black tortoiseshell markings, the most distinctive of which is a black heart shape on her left flank. This is notable mainly because of the scar cutting through it, an elegant metaphor for Hazel’s life. Her eyes are green, though the right one is clouded and blind due to an old injury.

### Personality

Hazel is… complicated. She’s been a lot of things in her life but first and foremost she is tough. Even though she’s getting older, Hazel still can take whatever comes her way and then some. She’s used to harsh conditions and always comes back from them. Her love is fierce and twisted and problematic but it is love just the same. She is dedicated, sometimes to the point of obsession, and brutally honest. Hazel has a quick tongue, doling out sass to anyone who crosses her path. She keeps her heart closely guarded.

## Background

### Early Life

Hazel was born in twolegplace in the dead of winter. Her parents were together, which is better than a lot of twolegplace kits get, but it was not a good thing for Hazel. Born the runt of her litter and the only she-kit, Hazel's survival was in question from day one. She was born not breathing and only barely started when Pecan declared that they should give up on her. Hazel was a fighter from that moment on.

Pecan was a ruthless father and Swan did nothing to stop him. He sought strength and competency from his kits from the time they were two moons old and he started training them. Hazel was desperate to prove herself in his eyes. She wanted to be valued and prized the way her brothers were. But she wasn't her brothers - she was small and scrappy and angry. She had to strategize, learn to do things differently from her family. And she was good at it.

Hazel didn't pick fights as a child, but she sure did finish them. Whether her opponent was some soft kittypet twice her age with half her experience or a particularly large rat that just wanted to eat garbage in peace, Hazel fought off anything she perceived as a threat. She did end up killing the rat and took it home, leading to the closest thing she ever had to her father's approval.

Eventually though, Hazel got tired of it all. The fights with her brothers, her parents' distant nature, the dangers of twolegplace, it all bored her. The final straw was her brother Rabbit being taken by twolegs. He was the only cat in her family that she really cared for, so Hazel did the only sane thing: she left. Without a goodbye to anyone, Hazel slipped away from her family when she was almost nine moons old. The autumn air was brisk, good for travelling, and with no real destination in mind, Hazel passed her days in solitary bliss.

It only took her a few days to decide she wanted to check out the distant mountains. Because she's Hazel, she gets to travel the distance between twolegplace and the Clans in a half moon. It's her world we're just living in it okay? So off toward the mountains she went.

She arrived on the edge of FallClan territory and was faced with her first obstacle: a rushing river. Hazel hated water - having wet fur was high on her list of dislikes. She could, however, swim - one of the houses near where she'd grown up had a neat little koi pond that Swan taught all her kits to swim in. And by "taught to swim", I of course mean she yeeted them into the shallow end and let them figure it out. Regardless, water was not Hazel's fondest memory and swimming was definitely not her favorite sport.

It was on this lovely day that she would meet her greatest regret in more ways than one, a FallClan apprentice named Stormpaw. He was two moons older than her and confronted her while she rested on an island not far from the outer border. He told her to get off FallClan territory, which she of course didn't. Hazel's great like that.

She basically refused to leave until he threatened to attack her. Now she was still a tiny scrap of fur, barely seven pounds when soaking wet (which she was), but come on. She's *Hazel.* So she attacked first and he just fought back. It was a neat little tussle until she tore a rip in his ear. Stormpaw didn't like that very much, which is fair. She used the opportunity to escape back to the shore and menacingly tell him to remember her next time.

Having met her first Clan cat, the eventual love of her life, Hazel made her way toward MarshClan. She settled down outside their outer border, in no rush to encounter another Clan cat. The prey was good and she found a lovely patch of heather and lavender to make her home in. Hazel decided she was now living the good life and vibed.

About a moon and a half later, Hazel strayed a bit beyond her usual hunting grounds and found herself on MarshClan land. While hunting, she spotted the gray tabby pelt of the newly-named Stormclaw, the same cat who she had fought when she had arrived to the area. It was a bit of an "oh, stars, really? You again?" interaction. She gloated about the notch she had left in his ear a little bit, because Hazel is awful. She did tell him her name this time, though. It was very condescending but did you expect better? She was just really rude the whole time, but Stormclaw left the interaction thinking she was kinda cute and intriguing so you go girlboss. Set up that bad relationship.

### Adult Life

Living in her lavender patch was fun, or as close to it as Hazel has ever been. Hunting rabbits, sometimes on MarshClan land, sometimes not, was her favorite pastime. It didn't hurt that her favorite food was rabbit. She also just liked to run. She loved the feeling of the wind in her fur and her paws rustling the grass below her.

And, of course, Stormclaw. Hazel ventured into Clan territory more than necessary, half-hoping to find Stormclaw so she could make fun of him some more. And it worked! One day when she was sixteen moons old, Hazel spotted Stormclaw sitting alone near the water and decided to go bother him again. She made fun of him. He teased her. They were not aware that they were flirting. It was fun regardless.

They talked a little bit, discussing their families and favorite prey. This was progress. She was sassy and arrogant and Stormclaw waxed poetic about the many virtues of fish. Hazel didn't like that bit, but she was starting to like Stormclaw. Not romantically yet, but she thought he was mildly amusing. Amusing enough to set up regular meetings with, at any rate, since she suggested they meet again the nest day.

And they did. Not for any real reason, just because he thought she was interesting and she thought he was "odd" which was probably a compliment but let's be real who knows. He questioned how she had managed to avoid detection for nearly seven moons, which can likely be explained by the lavender disguising her scent, but Hazel didn't really know so she didn't provide an answer. She questioned him about the warrior code for a bit and thought that most of the rules were kind of stupid.

Hazel was not aware of the fact that Stormclaw was kind of falling for her. Just a little bit. She called him a friend though, not certain if she meant it or if she was teasing him, but regardless she did call him one. Her only one, in fact, which is how it would remain for a very long time. They decided to go hunting and hiked up to the moor beyond MarshClan to do it. And by hiked I mean Hazel made Stormclaw run the whole way. Girl likes running, you can't fault her for that. So they hunted together and it was a nice little date thing.

They continued having regular meetups for another moon or so. One time they just talked and Hazel mentioned her harsh upbringing. Her paws and muzzle bore the scars of both Pecan's stellar parenting and the fights that Hazel had gotten herself into, which horrified Stormclaw just a bit.

Hazel was 22 when the infamous dog incident happened. That was Not Fun for Stormclaw and led to him missing two days of their meetups. She was kind of miffed about that, but got over it when he told her what happened. Trying to help the best way she could, Hazel offered to let him stay with her for a couple days. He agreed after a bit of thought and they headed out to her home.

Things were a little rough. After all, Stormclaw had just gotten his best friend killed and he admitted that he'd gotten the idea from his hunting trip with Hazel so... yeah. But Hazel tried to patch him up a bit and split up her nest a bit so he had his own space. So that was nice. She was putting in an effort to be nice. Don't get used to it. They went hunting together to try and build up a cache of rabbits for Hazel to eat when prey was short. It was May at the time so though the strand says it's for leafbare there's no reason for it to be. It's just for testing whether or not it works. She tended to his wounds a bit more, he stayed the night again, and it was cute. He left, but they agreed that he could come over and spend the night sometimes.

The next day, they met up at the border again and Stormclaw tried to teach Hazel how to fish. Hazel was not happy about that, but she did her best to pretend. She didn't want him to hate her, after all. She really hated the whole experience though. He ended up staying the night again though, and they decided to go stargazing. They chose a star (well, what they thought was a star - it was actually the planet Venus) and decided that it was their star.

This continued for quite some time. Stormclaw tried to teach her how to fish again. Hazel hated it. Stormclaw brought her a rare pupfish to make up for making her mad. Hazel hated it. That was their first big fight and it started a chain of incidents that led to their eventual downfall.

A couple days later, Hazel ended up getting in a fight with some rogues and got pretty badly hurt. She missed their usual meeting time, causing Stormclaw to seek her out, bringing a rabbit with him as a peace offering. That was one of the last good parts of the relationship (at least that we roleplayed) and as much as Hazel hated to admit it, things were going downhill quickly.

Their fights got more frequent, but the frustration was pretty one-sided - the whole thing meant a lot more to Hazel than it did to Stormclaw. After all, he had a Clan to go home to at night, friends and family who were worried about him, and he spent a lot of time feeling guilty about seeing her so often. It was a good chunk of time to spend on non-Clan things every day and admittedly it wasn't that healthy, but they kept doing it.

Everything continued to fall apart. She had recently learned that she was expecting kits, Stormclaw's kits, and was trying to think of the perfect way to tell him. Maybe this would be the push they needed to finally fix the relationship, the only thing that was keeping her going for the present, the only thing that really mattered in her life. She caught him a fish and fully intended to tell him about the kits, but he talked first and asked if they could meet up less regularly. Hazel was disappointed by this turn of events, but agreed. She did not tell him about the kits.

Turns out she never would. Their next few meetings were tense and unhappy and Hazel figured that, with winter approaching and her being pregnant, hauling herself down to FallClan every day just wasn't gonna work. She finally decided that she had to tell him and one clear September day, she.. didn't. She considered a lot of things. She thought about joining FallClan and trying to make things work from there. She considered (briefly) breaking things off just to get it over with. But she couldn't find it in herself to do any of that. She didn't even manage to mention the kits. They agreed to leave, cool down for a couple days, and then talk. It did not go well. It was a bad relationship but it was a *bad* breakup. Like, Hazel begging him to stay, bad. She was kinda OOC for that bit but like... it's a bit late for me to fix it lol. Anyway, she went back home to her lavender patch and was kind of a mess.

However, if there was one thing Hazel was not, it was weak. Her sorrow turned to fury, then bitterness. She stewed in her resentment for the whole two moons between the breakup and the birth of her kits. She hoped that the kits would give her a new focus in life, something to cling to other than the tattered remnants and sharp shards of feelings that haunted her from Stormclaw's leaving. It didn't end well.

Hazel was 35 moons old when her kits were born and she hated them. None of them had inherited her distinctive ginger - every one of the kits had Stormclaw's grays and blacks. It was like claws to the heart all over again. She named them after something near and dear to her that wasn't related to her ex - the night sky. The firstborn, a small tabico, was named Moon, the middle and the only tom, a black tabby with a broken heart on his chest, was named Abyss, and the youngest and smallest, a black tabby with vivid green eyes, was named Night.

They were tiny scraps, which didn't surprise Hazel - she herself was small and most of her family with the exception of Pecan and her brother Robin had been short too. But Hazel struggled. She didn't know much about kits - she hadn't been much older than a kit herself when she'd become mostly independent from her family and started picking fights - and as much as she hated to admit it, the rabbit cache that she and Stormclaw had put together was what fed her through the end of fall and beginning of winter.

The kits were fairly active, toddling around the heather patch on uncertain kitten paws. When they were a moon old and starting to grow confident with walking, Hazel started training them. She couldn't remember how old she'd been when her parents had started training her, but she trained them within the patch, mostly on how to hunt. It kept them busy, at least, so Hazel could slip out and do actual hunting when she needed to. When she felt they at least kind of understood what she was teaching them, she also introduced some battle moves. Night was always hesitant to join her siblings' fights, which frustrated Hazel. Couldn't this kit figure out that Hazel was trying to teach her how to stay alive? It didn't matter and in Hazel's heart she knew she was only going the hardest on Night because of her resemblance to Stormclaw. That didn't matter to her either.

As the kits neared two moons old, Hazel got a bit harsher in training. Their eye colors were starting to come out, which was fun, and Night seemed to have green eyes, closer to Hazel's own. It almost felt like an accusation, on some level, and Hazel hated it. She wasn't exactly proud of her actions over the next couple days, wherein she made the choice to punish the kits for failures, just like her father had. Night's continued refusal to even play-fight earned the black kitten a scratch across her cheek, which would eventually become a scar. When Abyss tried to protect her, Hazel clawed his ear. She was angry for reasons beyond the kits' control and while a small part of her felt like maybe child abuse was not the best way to deal with a breakup, most of her was still bitter.

In midwinter, she sent the kits out to try some actual hunting. They were two moons old at this point and growing quickly. Moon was Hazel's pride and joy, despite having Stormclaw's eyes. Those eyes haunted her dreams and now they watched her even in her waking hours. But Hazel couldn't fault Moon - she at least had a tortoiseshell pelt, less of a direct reflection of Stormclaw, and she was strong and fast for a kit. She learned quickly and was just as fierce as Hazel ever was. Moon did well on this hunting assignment, managing to bring home a small mouse. It wasn't very big and barely had any meat on it and was probably fairly young, but it was prey and Moon had caught it. Night and Abyss, on the other hand (paw?)... they went off in the same direction, though separately, and came back with a single fish.

Night offered it to her mother, but Hazel was furious. Those stupid kits and her stupid ex-mate and this stupid fish. Hazel slashed Night's paw, leaving her with a second scar. When Abyss tried to help by saying that Night hadn't actually caught the fish, he had, Hazel did the same to him. She then left them alone with Moon in the heather patch for a bit and slunk down to the FallClan border in hopes of seeing Stormclaw and beating him up.

She was unsuccessful and returned by nightfall, but Abyss had managed to find some cobwebs and patch up his and Night's wounds. All three kits were asleep when Hazel got back, still fuming but slightly calmer. But things got worse. By the time her kits were three moons old, Hazel was done. She hated seeing the reminders of everything she had done wrong, she hated the fact that there were so many little traits that her kits had that reminded her of him. She hated Moon and Abyss's eyes, so similar to their father's. So she decided to leave, because if Hazel's good at one things it's running away from her problems.

She took Moon with her - she was stronger than the other two and Hazel saw potential in her. Abyss and Night not only looked more like their father, but the scars they bore from her training also whispered of Hazel's mistakes and her guilt got the better of her. She hated seeing them, but she wasn't willing to kill them outright. She didn't even necessarily want them to die - it was a dry winter, without much snow or rain. They could probably survive on their own with what she had taught them. So she left and in leaving, she accidentally woke Night. Not wanting to be followed except by Moon, Hazel raked her claws across Night's face, giving her the final three scars and ensuring that she wouldn't be going anywhere for a couple days.

With nowhere else to go and nothing left for her, Hazel headed back toward twolegplace with Moon. She continued Moon's training along the way, teaching her how to hunt and fight and, yes, swim. That was only when it became necessary though - twoleg construction had shifted a river to be in the way of the path Hazel had taken so many moons before. It was slow going, slower than Hazel would have liked, due to how young Moon still was. But on they trekked and, two moons later, they arrived in twolegplace.

It had grown a bit since Hazel had left, but not by much. It didn't feel like home to Hazel, no matter how much she wished it did. She and Moon moved around a lot and over the next few moons, she slowly pieced together what had happened to her family.

She first found Aurora, a sweet kittypet only a few moons older than her that Hazel had beat up and then befriended when she was younger. Aurora had been dating Chestnut, one of Hazel's brothers, for a bit but he had been hit by a car on his way to visit her one day. Whoops. Hazel hadn't liked Chestnut too much, so she wasn't devastated, but she was a little sad. Aurora liked Moon despite Moon being a bristling ball of five-moon-old angst. She offered to let Hazel and Moon stay in her garden if they needed a place to stay and, while Hazel did visit occasionally, she wasn't ready to settle down again.

A moon later, Hazel found Swan. Her mother was older now, grizzled, battle-worn. She had lost much of her younger beauty and was shocked that Hazel was still alive; more surprised to meet her granddaughter Moon. Questioning Swan led Hazel to find out that Pecan was long dead - he had picked a fight with the wrong cat two moons after Hazel had left home and had died in the fight. In addition, Mallard had disappeared not long after Hazel, leaving Swan with no idea what his fate may have been.

Nothing much happened for another two moons or so. Hazel and Moon survived in twolegplace, occasionally visiting Swan or Aurora. It was boring, just like Hazel had thought it was when she was younger, but she was unwilling to leave. The only cats she still had were here and Hazel didn't trust herself to be alone.

And then suddenly, she was. Moon left in the middle of the night without a goodbye at nine moons old, leaving Hazel fumbling and alone. It was unexpected and Hazel couldn't figure out why she might have left. But she did and Hazel was alone. Not for long though! Hazel eventually found her brother Rabbit, who she had thought was long gone given his being snatched when they were younger. He was living as a kittypet named Quintin and he was overjoyed to see Hazel. He was a different cat than he had been when they'd last interacted but hey, so was she. Both of their pelts still bore scars from their kithood, though Hazel was definitely worse for wear. It didn't matter to her though, because she wasn't alone. Her favorite brother was alive and he was happy to sit and chat. She told Quintin everything - about leaving and living on her own, about Stormclaw and her still tangled feelings about him, about her kits - and he listened. He was a good bro.

Hazel didn't stay with Quintin, but she stayed close. After all the turmoil, she was glad to have someone consistent to go back to. Having daily meetings reminded her of Stormclaw but, stars, what didn't? He'd been a part of her life for longer than he hadn't been. On some nights, when the sky was clear and Hazel couldn't sleep, she'd climb as high as she could and study the sky, looking for their star.

Her nominal happiness couldn't last, of course. She got caught at one point in a trap after visiting Quintin. Despite her best efforts, Hazel was unable to escape. She wasn't strong enough to break out and trying to mess with the lock just hurt her paws. She finally went to sleep and, when she woke up, she was in a temporary animal shelter in someone's backyard. She was far away from any part of the twolegplace that she had ever been before.

This is where she meets regret number 2. His name was Meiji and he was a sweet-natured tom with mottled black and white fur. He was a pretty chill dude and brought Hazel a mouse, since she was still in a cage. Meiji wasn't owned by the person who ran this little shelter, a veterinary student, but she let him stick around because he caught mice and other pests that threatened to interfere with her little set-up. He was friendly and, despite her initial wariness, Hazel thought he was pretty neat. They got along pretty well and became friends during the two weeks she spent there. When she was released from the cage, she still stuck around. After all, she had no idea how to get home. She didn't know where she was and her paws were still healing from the trap.

When she was fully healed, Hazel still stuck around. Meiji was open and fun and he liked her. Hazel didn't really have many cats that could say that and, if she was being honest, being with Meiji felt right in a way she hadn't felt in a very long time. She realized too late that she was falling in love with him.

She was 47 moons old when Meiji proposed. They had been hanging out for like two moons, which Hazel felt wasn't a lot of time, but Meiji was willing to make it work. She said yes on the condition that they try to find her family. Meiji agreed to that and thus, Meizel. They headed out into twolegplace, doing their best to find Quintin again, but mostly just having fun being together. It was super wholesome.

When she was 50 moons old, she had another litter of kits. Meiji was super excited for them to be born and they ended up finding a nice quiet place to live for a bit while they raised them. Unfortunately, Hazel can't have anything nice, so Meiji died just a couple days before the kits were born. He was hit by a car while out hunting and died almost instantly.

This litter was another kind of sadness for Hazel. She treasured the kits, the last remnant of her beloved mate. These kits took a bit more after her than her first litter had, with only one looking like his father. The eldest, a black and white tom, was named Shatter. The ginger tabby was named Sorrow and the tortoiseshell was named Broken.

Things were pretty chill for a bit. No longer filled with burning rage and with no reason to lash out, Hazel did an actually okay job of raising her children. They moved around a lot once the kits could walk, Hazel still trying to relocate her family and also trying to get away from the place where she and Meiji had been happy. She was unsuccessful in finding her family, but she was marginally happier.

Unfortunately, when the kits were about five moons old, Shatter caught some kind of sickness and without any medical training outside of injuries, Hazel couldn't save him. That hurt her, as Shatter was her favorite on account of his resemblance to Meiji. Hazel was getting really sick of twolegplace, given that she couldn't locate her family and her loved ones kept dying, so she made up her mind. She was going to take Sorrow and Broken and leave.

And that's when she met Ruby. Ruby was a mean little cat, which considering this page is about Hazel is saying something. But Ruby wasn't mean in a snarky, endearing way. She was cruel, harsh, an absolute terror despite being half Hazel's age. And very very clever. Dangerously intelligent. She had gotten wind of a cat who knew of the Clans, which she only knew existed thanks to her father, the great-grandson of veterans of the rogue war. And she wanted to finish what her ancestors had started. So she tracked down Hazel and demanded information, which Hazel didn't have a lot of.

That was the last straw for Hazel. Hearing Ruby' plan to wage war on the Clans caused Hazel some anxiety because beneath the moons of recovery and happiness and beneath the moons of bitterness that had proceeded that, Hazel still cared about her stubborn fish-cat. So she made up her mind to find Stormclaw and warn him of what was coming.

She moved quicker with six moon old kits raised in the fast-paced twolegplace instead of a three moon old who had lived in one place her whole life and in about a moon and a half, Hazel was once again looking over the all too familiar landscape of the Clans. She, Broken, and Sorrow made a home in the heather patch, which felt smaller to Hazel now that she had two other cats living there full time with her.

Hazel couldn't find it in herself to go near FallClan. Her message was important, but great stars, she didn't know if she was ready to face Stormclaw again. Besides, Ruby needed time to gather an army if she was going to attack the Clans. Hazel was sure she had time. She had time.

When she was about 59 moons old, a pair of MarshClan cats passed by the heather patch. Firsong and Rillwing already had their own problems without Broken leaping out and trying to attack them before Hazel told her not to. When she realized that they were from the Clans, Hazel asked the young warriors if they could pass a message to Stormclaw for her. Not her real message - she didn't want to trust anyone but Stormclaw with that - but just asking him to meet her at their old spot. Now all she has to do is wait, so every few days she hides near the FallClan border. After two moons, Hazel was starting to lose hope.

But one cold winter's day when she was 61, Hazel was reunited with Stormclaw. It was not how nor when Hazel would have liked, but it was him and he was there and for the first time in moons Hazel felt young again. Like the world had realigned properly and she was where she was supposed to be. Not that she was particularly happy about it, as she still had her doomsday message about Ruby and the destruction of the Clans to pass on, but all the same she was happy to see *him*.

It didn't go how Hazel intended, but it didn't go badly. She did warn him about the rogues, about Ruby and her posse of problematic pests known as Ruby's Group. She also told him about the kits. Not her treatment of them, nor her regret surrounding them, but that they existed. She was shocked to find out that he had been visited in a dream by Abyss, and felt absolutely awful that he and presumably Night were actually dead. She had thought, of course, but a part of her held onto hope that what she had taught them would allow them to have survived (and technically she's right! Abyss's death was not because he didn't know how to hunt! She doesn't know that though!) After a little more tense interaction, Hazel rounded up Broken and Sorrow and left.

## Other

### Trivia

* Due to recently introduced canon of seasons & stuff, Hazel was in fact born in December. As such, I decided that her birthday is Christmas Day, December 25.
* Since leaving the Clans, Hazel has gained all of the scars not on her paws or muzzle. The notch torn in her ear is nearly identical to the one she gave Stormclaw so... idk symbolism. It's like a circle or something, it rhymes. Several paw + muzzle ones are also new but specifically the ear, the eye, and the flank are new.
* Hazel's legs are proportionally shorter than average, making her taller sitting than standing. This is due to Munchkin lineage on Swan's side. It's pretty diluted by now but there's enough left for tiny Hazel.
* Anti-Hero came on the radio yesterday and, being full of ABW brainrot, I told my mom that it was totally a Hazel song and she (who has been hearing about this mean feral cat for the last four years lol) agreed with me so congrats Starling you have my mom's stamp of approval on that
* Human Hazel would be very big into astrology. In canon, she does know a lot about the stars and has always been fascinated by the night sky. Hence her first kits' names.
* Hazel says she isn't superstitious and that she doesn't really believe in omens but that doesn't stop her from noticing and wondering if things that she sees or experiences are signs of something.
* Hazel believes that all of her first litter is dead
* Hazel has won a rap battle. Canonically.
* "Mother had a thing for darkness." First of all why is Abyss so edgy and second I mean he's not wrong
* Does Hazel have a lot of Taylor Swift theme songs because Taylor's music fits her well or because Warrior's entire music taste is Taylor Swift? We'll never know
* Hazel picked up Stormclaw's accent when she was younger and though she's mostly reverted to her original TLP accent, the FallClan one comes out when she least expects it and it makes her nostalgic. There are a few words that she just pronounces like MarshClan or FallClan because she didn't really encounter them until she started hanging out around the Clans/Stormclaw.
* Rain reminds her of Stormclaw. She misses him.

### Playlist

You don't have to do this, I just wanted to lol. It's Hazel, I had to. She has theme songs. She deserves it. Mean old lady cat.

* Paper Rings | Taylor Swift | *i like shiny things but i'd marry you with paper rings* | Early HazelStorm
* Cruel Summer | Taylor Swift | *i love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?* | Later HazelStorm
* Anti-Hero | Taylor Swift | *i wake up screaming from dreaming one day i'll watch as you're leaving 'cause you got tired of my scheming* | Just Hazel, generally
* Midnight Rain | Taylor Swift | *i broke his heart 'cause he was nice* | The vibes just fit her
* The Very First Night | Taylor Swift | *i drive down different roads but they all lead back to you* | Hazzle misses her ex
* Summertime Sadness | Lana Del Rey | *think i'll miss you forever, like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky* | The HazelStorm vibes are off the charts with this one
* Behind These Hazel Eyes | Kelly Clarkson | *'cause i can't breathe, no i can't sleep, i'm barely hanging on* | Immediately post-breakup
* Don't Blame Me | Taylor Swift | *don't blame me, love made me crazy, if it doesn't you ain't doing it right* | Not too long after the breakup
* Little Soldiers | The Crane Wives | *i swear that i loved you* | Post-breakup
* Don't Speak | No Doubt | *don't speak, i know what you're thinking, i don't need your reasons* | Post-breakup
* I Did Something Bad | Taylor Swift | *you gotta leave before you get left* | This is a very Hazel song
* The Way I Loved You | Taylor Swift | *i miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain* | Once again, I swear she loved Meiji but this song is what was going through her head in the late nights then Stormclaw wouldn't get out of her head
* Pierre | Ryn Weaver | *keep on tellin', tellin', tellin' you lies* | Hazel after Meiji's death probably
* The Last Time | Taylor Swift | *this is the last time I'm asking you why* | HazelStorm reunion
* All Too Well | Taylor Swift | *so casually cruel in the name of being honest* | Despite TS being HazelStorm's jam, I actually have thought for a very long time that this song, specifically the bridge, is Hazel + Emberglow, being Em's POV
* Mamma Mia | ABBA | *why, why did i ever let you go?* | "Here we go again" is literally just Hazel's life. I would say give the girl a break but I'm the only one who can and I'm not going to >:3
* This Town | Niall Horan | *and i know that it's wrong that i can't move on* | It is a truth universally accepted that Hazel is not able to move on from her relationships. HazelStorm, Hazel's POV
* Mr. Loverman | Ricky Montgomery | *i'm mr. loverman and i miss my lover, man* | This playlist is longer than some of my characters' backstories.
* You're Losing Me | Taylor Swift | *"do something, babe, say something"* | My immediate thought when I heard this song was "This is a Hazel song". During/pre-breakup HazelStorm. Specifically the bridge.
* bad idea right? | Olivia Rodrigo | *yes i know that he's my ex but can't two people reconnect?* | Warrior just listens to pop music and tries to apply it to her fake cats <3

### Quotes

**New RP**

* *"Hey, fish-cat. Miss me?"* - HazelStorm reunion thread (1/28/23), her first words to him since their breakup
* *"You've fought me yourself, Stormclaw. What kind of a fighter would a cat have to be to do this to me?"* - HazelStorm reunion thread (1/28/23)
* *"Oh, fish-cat, I couldn't live with myself if I didn't."* - HazelStorm reunion thread (1/28/23)
* *"His name is Stormclaw. I knew him a long time ago, when I last lived here."* - Aftermath (1/29/23)
* **Sorrow:** *"Mom?"* **Hazel:** *"What?"* **Sorrow:** *"You loved him, didn't you?"* **Hazel:** *"Yes. I do."* - Aftermath (1/29/23)