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Post by sly on Feb 7, 2011 20:29:04 GMT -5
Name: Darkhawk
Age: 38 Moons
Gender: Male
Clan: ThunderClan
Position: Warrior
Description: Darkhawk is a handsome dark brown tom. He's got long, silky fur, with unusual tints of brown that appear in sunlight. He's built big, with big bones and muscles, and big paws and ears to match. His eyes are a rich pumpkin orange, usually drawn up in a disapproving scowl. He tends to intimidate many a cat with his rough appearance, and prefers to keep it that way.
Personality: Darkhawk is an unusual tom. While he might have a kind heart, he prefers to put on a harsh exterior. This shell prevents him from taking harm, and through it he often makes others feel unhappy. He doesn't always think before he acts, but he tries to undo serious damage if he feels guilt about it. He likes to intimidate others, and push others away, to keep to himself. He was never like this when he was younger, but grew harsh and cruel over the years.
History: Darkhawk was born to two loyal ThunderClanners, and had a fairly normal kithood. When he was five moons his father came back with news of having talked with some visiting kittypets, and Darkkit enjoyed the story of their visit. When they left, he hoped they would return soon, so that he could meet them as an apprentice and learn more about their mysterious ways.
He got his wish when he was eight moons old. On the patrol that ran into the kittens again, they conversed for several hours about their lives to learn more about and help each other. Darkpaw took a particular liking to one of the pretty she-kits there, named Jasmine, and promised to visit her each time she returned from her rich life to visit the ThunderClan cats. She agreed the same, to visit whenever she could.
She returned three moons later, and he told her about how his life had been since her last visit. He'd been in an attack with a fox and had won. She told him about how they'd gotten a new Show Cat, who'd accompanied Jasmine in her first show. Darkpaw asbsorbed it all earnestly, and when he had to say goodbye, promised once again to wait for Jasmine.
This time, she was gone five moons. He was given his warrior name, Darkhawk, and began his warrior life proudly. Two moons before her return, a few other cats visited, but not Jasmine. They told Darkhawk she was with another breeder temporarily, arranging a deal for a pairing. While he did not understand what they spoke about, he told them to wish her the best, and went on his way.
Those two moons passed and Jasmine returned, but in a completely different state. She talked for quite a while about having become an official kitten breeder, and seemed proud to be having kittens. She told him that the tom was one of the most famous in her life, and she was very excited to have show-worthy kittens. The entire time, Darkhawk sank lower and lower, realizing his chance of ever being with Jasmine was slim at best.
He said goodbye to her, told her about his name, and dragged his tail back to camp, full of shame. He lay awake for a long time, before realizing that something was wrong. Another warrior awoke him and told him that the new cabin was ablaze, and the forest was in jeopardy. While the others evacuated the camp for safety, he raced to find Jasmine. She was unconscious a few paces from the blazing house, and he pulled her away as a screaming red twoleg monster pulled up.
He set Jasmine down a ways from the fire as the twolegs put it out, and watched over her until she awoke. Then she agreed to see the Medicine Cat regarding her health. She had her kits and died two sunrises later. Darkhawk was forced to suffer the worst moment of his life as he watched her die. Her last words were to him, and he could only watch helplessly as she passed on. He found a queen to care for her new kits, and lay himself pathetically in the middle of the camp for several sunrises in anger.
When the kits opened their eyes, he grudgingly named them. Finally, he began to see them as more and more his family. He adopted them several moons after their birth, and raised them into Warriorhood. He has stood by them his whole life, and they are the only ones he expresses his old self of love and compassion to. He has sworn himself lonely and agrees he will never mate, but does consider the girls to be his daughters, and nobody in the Clan disagrees.
He would never forget Jasmine all his days.
Darkhawk [Jelli]
Male | 38 Moons | Orange | Dark brown | Reserved |Intimidating | Cold
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Post by flameh on Feb 7, 2011 21:20:18 GMT -5
Amazing bio
Accepted =^.^=
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