Post by winterleaf on Nov 27, 2009 12:13:09 GMT -5
Name: Hawkpaw
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Recently made Apprentice
Age: 6 moons
Gender: She-cat
Physical Description: Hawkpaw is a light ginger she-cat with a striped coat. She has dark ginger strikes bounding aimlessly in her sandy pelt besides bright orange but small splotches who have the shape of flames. Her fur blazes when the sun brushes it, turning to a flaring tinge that hides her distinctive blemishes. When the moon grazes over her, her coat becomes lighter and outstands her stains. It makes her bleach base glow like smooth tangerine silk. Hawkpaw’s forehead has a peach stroke that blurs with her pelt, turning it to a flower pattern. Her paws are rather dusty and darker than the rest of her body, but they hide her vicious claws, resembling those of a hawk. She has peeked up and defined tabby ears that own her pelt’s same dye. Hawkpaw has piercing amber, slightly olive, eyes that shine intently with the moon.
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Personality: Unlike most apprentices, Hawkpaw is a desolated and bashful cat. She likes to wander between the darkness of the shadows every night since she was a kitten. She keeps her conflicts and secrets hidden deep inside her and makes sure nobody reveals them. She’s extremely shy and introvert. She hardily talks to anyone or dares to do so. She’s very independent and prudent. As a kit, she was mischievous but serene; she never played with the others in the nursery. Instead, Hawkkit would watch and observe intensively as warriors hunted or fought. She never had much friends because of her apprehensive character, but she has never cared for what others think about her and follows what her heart tells her to. Hawkpaw is very proud and would never accept defeat, making her a grisly cat when she’s angry. She has always been respectful with older cats and she’s delighted when she hears elders tell their stories. She never hesitates to follow the commands of her leader or other cats such, but argues when she knows the command is erring. Hawkpaw also has a kind hearted and warm personality with the small ones and the cats she can really trust and love. She’s the example of peacefulness and tranquility to apprentices her age that are disobedient with their clan. Hawkpaw has been excessively curious and anxious to learn. She’s very smart so many warriors reject her as their apprentice because there isn’t much left to teach her.
History: Hawkpaw had a RiverClan mother and a ShadowClan father, giving her a half blood heritage. Before she was born, her mother and father met in a gathering and fell in love. Her mother insisted on changing her clan so she could be together with her beloved one, but her father insisted her to stay in RiverClan. They only met on the darkest nights in the border of their clans. Moons later, Hawkkit’s mother found out she was pregnant. Her father was stunned but happy at the news and decided to change his clan. But his leader didn’t aloud him to. When her mother gave birth to the small cat, she died of the effort of grief and kitting. Her father found her dead with Hawkkit wrapped in her tail. He dug her corpse and returned to his clan. Hawkkit was accepted after her father had to tell her leader the whole story. After everything was fixed, her father died killing a fox that tried to kill her. His precious kit grew lonely in the nursery, building her own decitions and confident she didn’t need anybody else. The elders constantly told her stories about her past, some different from the others. But they always finished with this holly phrase: “Your mother and father watch you from StarClan and will always take care of you, no matter what. They will never let anything happen to you.” Hawkpaw would always bow her head after the phrase, but it always had a skeptical meaning to her. She has lived in ShadowClan ever since.
Rping Example: Golden amber eyes were wide as they stared at the plump of fur lieing on the floor. It was a snowy white rabbit nibbling a seed below a bush. Hawkpaw rushed her pelt in the bushes to muffle her scent, just like older warriors did. She kept her body silent on her haunches, careful the rabbit wouldn’t see her. Just when the fat creature perked his nose high, the tabby apprentice called upon her back legs to jump. She unleashed her claws over the rabbit’s belly, then swiftly bit its neck. It fell dead on the ground, the seed he held falling to the floor. With a grin of satisfaction, Hawkpaw lifted it and slowly padded back to her camp. The moon emerged from the sky and the shadows of the forrest fell over her fiery red coat. When she reached her camp, all the cats were already asleep. She smirked angrily, for nobody was going to see the rabbit she had caught, despite her lack of mentorship. Hawkpaw dragged it to the fresh-kill pile before walking directly to the apprentices’ den. She found a cozy and lonely spot in the bramble nest, away from the other apprentices sleeping. She crept inside and lied down. She closed her eyes and the radiant lights that once glew, banished.
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Recently made Apprentice
Age: 6 moons
Gender: She-cat
Physical Description: Hawkpaw is a light ginger she-cat with a striped coat. She has dark ginger strikes bounding aimlessly in her sandy pelt besides bright orange but small splotches who have the shape of flames. Her fur blazes when the sun brushes it, turning to a flaring tinge that hides her distinctive blemishes. When the moon grazes over her, her coat becomes lighter and outstands her stains. It makes her bleach base glow like smooth tangerine silk. Hawkpaw’s forehead has a peach stroke that blurs with her pelt, turning it to a flower pattern. Her paws are rather dusty and darker than the rest of her body, but they hide her vicious claws, resembling those of a hawk. She has peeked up and defined tabby ears that own her pelt’s same dye. Hawkpaw has piercing amber, slightly olive, eyes that shine intently with the moon.
Picture: [x]
Personality: Unlike most apprentices, Hawkpaw is a desolated and bashful cat. She likes to wander between the darkness of the shadows every night since she was a kitten. She keeps her conflicts and secrets hidden deep inside her and makes sure nobody reveals them. She’s extremely shy and introvert. She hardily talks to anyone or dares to do so. She’s very independent and prudent. As a kit, she was mischievous but serene; she never played with the others in the nursery. Instead, Hawkkit would watch and observe intensively as warriors hunted or fought. She never had much friends because of her apprehensive character, but she has never cared for what others think about her and follows what her heart tells her to. Hawkpaw is very proud and would never accept defeat, making her a grisly cat when she’s angry. She has always been respectful with older cats and she’s delighted when she hears elders tell their stories. She never hesitates to follow the commands of her leader or other cats such, but argues when she knows the command is erring. Hawkpaw also has a kind hearted and warm personality with the small ones and the cats she can really trust and love. She’s the example of peacefulness and tranquility to apprentices her age that are disobedient with their clan. Hawkpaw has been excessively curious and anxious to learn. She’s very smart so many warriors reject her as their apprentice because there isn’t much left to teach her.
History: Hawkpaw had a RiverClan mother and a ShadowClan father, giving her a half blood heritage. Before she was born, her mother and father met in a gathering and fell in love. Her mother insisted on changing her clan so she could be together with her beloved one, but her father insisted her to stay in RiverClan. They only met on the darkest nights in the border of their clans. Moons later, Hawkkit’s mother found out she was pregnant. Her father was stunned but happy at the news and decided to change his clan. But his leader didn’t aloud him to. When her mother gave birth to the small cat, she died of the effort of grief and kitting. Her father found her dead with Hawkkit wrapped in her tail. He dug her corpse and returned to his clan. Hawkkit was accepted after her father had to tell her leader the whole story. After everything was fixed, her father died killing a fox that tried to kill her. His precious kit grew lonely in the nursery, building her own decitions and confident she didn’t need anybody else. The elders constantly told her stories about her past, some different from the others. But they always finished with this holly phrase: “Your mother and father watch you from StarClan and will always take care of you, no matter what. They will never let anything happen to you.” Hawkpaw would always bow her head after the phrase, but it always had a skeptical meaning to her. She has lived in ShadowClan ever since.
Rping Example: Golden amber eyes were wide as they stared at the plump of fur lieing on the floor. It was a snowy white rabbit nibbling a seed below a bush. Hawkpaw rushed her pelt in the bushes to muffle her scent, just like older warriors did. She kept her body silent on her haunches, careful the rabbit wouldn’t see her. Just when the fat creature perked his nose high, the tabby apprentice called upon her back legs to jump. She unleashed her claws over the rabbit’s belly, then swiftly bit its neck. It fell dead on the ground, the seed he held falling to the floor. With a grin of satisfaction, Hawkpaw lifted it and slowly padded back to her camp. The moon emerged from the sky and the shadows of the forrest fell over her fiery red coat. When she reached her camp, all the cats were already asleep. She smirked angrily, for nobody was going to see the rabbit she had caught, despite her lack of mentorship. Hawkpaw dragged it to the fresh-kill pile before walking directly to the apprentices’ den. She found a cozy and lonely spot in the bramble nest, away from the other apprentices sleeping. She crept inside and lied down. She closed her eyes and the radiant lights that once glew, banished.
