Post by Raven on Jun 29, 2012 22:54:02 GMT -5
[Hawkclaw]
Age: 28
Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Clan: WolfClan
Appearance:
Hawkclaw is a rather well built tom now but he wasn't born that way. When he was younger he was rather feeble looking and looked like his bones would shatter with even the simplest gust of wind. Now however he's a fit tom that can get away with taking a hit or two in battle. Though his muscular structure has changed, his skeletal system really hasn't besides the length of his bones and possibly the thickness. His tabby brown pelt with patches of creams and tan also hasn't changed much in the moons he's been alive, maybe a couple of silver hairs but that's about it. Even his gentle and caring amber eyes have always been with him shinning brightly. The one striking feature that wasn't with him since birth is the hideous scar that runs along the left half of his face in a zig-zag pattern cause by an unfortunate battle with a hawk. Now Hawkclaw has very little use of the left side of his face and has sight only from his right eye causing Hawkclaw to depend on his other senses more.
Personality:
Hawkclaw can be a stick in the mud at time because he doesn't want to be sent to the dark forest for breaking even the simplest of rules. Though just because he follows the rules doesn't mean that he can't be a fun guy to hang out with. A lot of the time he goes around camp playing with kits that are out in the clearing for the first time or helping with what ever chores that need to be done. Despite being rather hard to get to know Hawkclaw is searching for a loving relationship that will result in having his own family. He loves to run and enjoys playing with the young cats in the clan. Hawkclaw is one of those cats that would risk his life to save a kit or an elder. Sometimes he questions his over sized heart because he doubts his self due to his scared eye. Over all though he is a loving cat that wants a happy relationship and will do anything for his clan even at the cost of his own life.
History:
Oakkit: Born on a warm day in new leaf to two loving parents in the old clans territory. He was healthy and so was his sister Ivykit and brother Spirderkit. His kit hood wasn't all that exciting and he really never did anything to get into trouble. Occasionally however he would scamper out of his mothers sight and scare her immensely but that's only because he would be chasing some sort of insect. His sister on the other had was a trouble maker and would disappear into the warriors den and occasionally the medicine cats den. One time when they were five moons old his sister had casually strolled into the medicine cats den and ate a bunch of herbs. He watched as her life seemed to vanish from her and he called out frantically for help. If he hadn't called out sooner she would be dead. Though that's the only real excitement he had as a kit, well that is until his apprentice ceremony.
Oakpaw: Finally! Countless days of counting down had served him well. His mentor was Spidertail, a strong warrior that had broken many hates of she-cats across the clans. Though his mentors weird addiction to she-cats didn't stop him from mentoring Oakpaw like any other warrior would. Despite his mentor's rule breaking, Oakpaw worked hard to please his mentor and even harder to be a perfect apprentice. At eight moons though an event would change his life forever and earn him a new name. It was a warm and the sun was high in the sky, kits jumping about playing games as the queens shared stories. He'd just gotten back from a hunting patrol and was setting his kills in the fresh-kill pile when the sound of a hawk sounded from just above. Kits scattered as mothers frantically searched for the little ones. All of them appeared to be safe and Oakpaw watched the hawk with curious amber eyes but then realized it was still circling above, still hunting. A mother yowling a name and a kit wailed as it cowered, Oakpaw ran as far as he could to aid in its protection because the other warriors timidly watched. The hawk was just seconds away with outstretched talons and Oakpaw, well was being rather stupid but also courageous. Instead of scooping the kit up and running Oakpaw used his body for a shield with a plan to kill the hawk. The plan didn't work, his face was gouged and ripped at but the bright side was the kit lived while the hawk flew away empty handed. Oakpaw had scampered away from the kit making sure to hide his face but out of the corner or his right eye he watched the mother run towards the petrified kit but that's the last thing he remembered.
The In Between: There was a period in time when the clan leader was quite unsure of what to call the very unconscious hero of Wolfclan. The young tom who was still Oakpaw had a hideous scar forming from a hawk talon's across his face and was on the verge of death. The mother Cloudeye insisted on keeping her sons name the same, but the father Adderpelt wanted it changed because he wanted the moment to haunt him not just physically but mentally as well. Sadly Adderpelt had won the argument and when Oakpaw awoke he would no longer be Oakpaw but Hawkpaw. During this period Oakpaw's brother Spiderpaw died in a battle against Stoneclan.
Hawkpaw: At nine moons Hawkpaw awoke from his comatose state and was rather shocked to hear that Spiderpaw was dead, as well as the fact his father had changed his name as if to mock the courage his remaining son had. Although after much thought Hawkpaw accepted his new name and the first thing he wanted to do was find a small body of water so he could see what he looked like. Though his sister and the medicine cat advised him not to at least not until he was fully recovered. During his time in the medicine cats den he helped organize herbs while day dreaming about what he would be doing at warrior training if it hadn't saved that kit. When he was a little over ten moons Hawkpaw was finally allowed to start training again and the first thing he did was run to the river to look at his reflection. When he got to the water's edge he was horrified at what he looked looked like and went through a small phase of sorrow. Though after a few weeks he was more concerned about catching up on his training so he could become a warrior when Ivypaw did. Sadly however this did not happen and Ivypaw became Ivypelt three moons before Hawkpaw.
Hawkclaw: Despite the delay in his warrior ceremony Hawkclaw become a well respected warrior moons before the clans started facing hardships and the twolegs started destroying their home. Once he became a warrior he sat up for the night duty that every new warrior spent time doing. Then several days before the clan started their move he was assigned an apprentice, oddly enough the apprentice he was assigned was the kit he had saved and earned a nasty scar by doing so. His apprentice was Streampaw, a loving young, silver pelted she-cat who had requested to be trained by him. Through out the journey he had to remind Streampaw that the other apprentices could be her friends but when they met in battle some day they no longer would treat her like a friend. Although most apprentices didn't train while traveling, Hawkclaw made sure to train her in hunting and occasionally he would wake Streampaw up at night to teach her Riverclan's battle moves alone. Just days before her ceremony Streampaw died after being attacked by a fox. Her body was buried but her siblings and parents were unhappy like any family would be. Since then Hawkclaw has pondered over what he could have done differently to keep her alive even longer than she should have been.
Age: 28
Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Clan: WolfClan
Appearance:
Hawkclaw is a rather well built tom now but he wasn't born that way. When he was younger he was rather feeble looking and looked like his bones would shatter with even the simplest gust of wind. Now however he's a fit tom that can get away with taking a hit or two in battle. Though his muscular structure has changed, his skeletal system really hasn't besides the length of his bones and possibly the thickness. His tabby brown pelt with patches of creams and tan also hasn't changed much in the moons he's been alive, maybe a couple of silver hairs but that's about it. Even his gentle and caring amber eyes have always been with him shinning brightly. The one striking feature that wasn't with him since birth is the hideous scar that runs along the left half of his face in a zig-zag pattern cause by an unfortunate battle with a hawk. Now Hawkclaw has very little use of the left side of his face and has sight only from his right eye causing Hawkclaw to depend on his other senses more.
Personality:
Hawkclaw can be a stick in the mud at time because he doesn't want to be sent to the dark forest for breaking even the simplest of rules. Though just because he follows the rules doesn't mean that he can't be a fun guy to hang out with. A lot of the time he goes around camp playing with kits that are out in the clearing for the first time or helping with what ever chores that need to be done. Despite being rather hard to get to know Hawkclaw is searching for a loving relationship that will result in having his own family. He loves to run and enjoys playing with the young cats in the clan. Hawkclaw is one of those cats that would risk his life to save a kit or an elder. Sometimes he questions his over sized heart because he doubts his self due to his scared eye. Over all though he is a loving cat that wants a happy relationship and will do anything for his clan even at the cost of his own life.
History:
Oakkit: Born on a warm day in new leaf to two loving parents in the old clans territory. He was healthy and so was his sister Ivykit and brother Spirderkit. His kit hood wasn't all that exciting and he really never did anything to get into trouble. Occasionally however he would scamper out of his mothers sight and scare her immensely but that's only because he would be chasing some sort of insect. His sister on the other had was a trouble maker and would disappear into the warriors den and occasionally the medicine cats den. One time when they were five moons old his sister had casually strolled into the medicine cats den and ate a bunch of herbs. He watched as her life seemed to vanish from her and he called out frantically for help. If he hadn't called out sooner she would be dead. Though that's the only real excitement he had as a kit, well that is until his apprentice ceremony.
Oakpaw: Finally! Countless days of counting down had served him well. His mentor was Spidertail, a strong warrior that had broken many hates of she-cats across the clans. Though his mentors weird addiction to she-cats didn't stop him from mentoring Oakpaw like any other warrior would. Despite his mentor's rule breaking, Oakpaw worked hard to please his mentor and even harder to be a perfect apprentice. At eight moons though an event would change his life forever and earn him a new name. It was a warm and the sun was high in the sky, kits jumping about playing games as the queens shared stories. He'd just gotten back from a hunting patrol and was setting his kills in the fresh-kill pile when the sound of a hawk sounded from just above. Kits scattered as mothers frantically searched for the little ones. All of them appeared to be safe and Oakpaw watched the hawk with curious amber eyes but then realized it was still circling above, still hunting. A mother yowling a name and a kit wailed as it cowered, Oakpaw ran as far as he could to aid in its protection because the other warriors timidly watched. The hawk was just seconds away with outstretched talons and Oakpaw, well was being rather stupid but also courageous. Instead of scooping the kit up and running Oakpaw used his body for a shield with a plan to kill the hawk. The plan didn't work, his face was gouged and ripped at but the bright side was the kit lived while the hawk flew away empty handed. Oakpaw had scampered away from the kit making sure to hide his face but out of the corner or his right eye he watched the mother run towards the petrified kit but that's the last thing he remembered.
The In Between: There was a period in time when the clan leader was quite unsure of what to call the very unconscious hero of Wolfclan. The young tom who was still Oakpaw had a hideous scar forming from a hawk talon's across his face and was on the verge of death. The mother Cloudeye insisted on keeping her sons name the same, but the father Adderpelt wanted it changed because he wanted the moment to haunt him not just physically but mentally as well. Sadly Adderpelt had won the argument and when Oakpaw awoke he would no longer be Oakpaw but Hawkpaw. During this period Oakpaw's brother Spiderpaw died in a battle against Stoneclan.
Hawkpaw: At nine moons Hawkpaw awoke from his comatose state and was rather shocked to hear that Spiderpaw was dead, as well as the fact his father had changed his name as if to mock the courage his remaining son had. Although after much thought Hawkpaw accepted his new name and the first thing he wanted to do was find a small body of water so he could see what he looked like. Though his sister and the medicine cat advised him not to at least not until he was fully recovered. During his time in the medicine cats den he helped organize herbs while day dreaming about what he would be doing at warrior training if it hadn't saved that kit. When he was a little over ten moons Hawkpaw was finally allowed to start training again and the first thing he did was run to the river to look at his reflection. When he got to the water's edge he was horrified at what he looked looked like and went through a small phase of sorrow. Though after a few weeks he was more concerned about catching up on his training so he could become a warrior when Ivypaw did. Sadly however this did not happen and Ivypaw became Ivypelt three moons before Hawkpaw.
Hawkclaw: Despite the delay in his warrior ceremony Hawkclaw become a well respected warrior moons before the clans started facing hardships and the twolegs started destroying their home. Once he became a warrior he sat up for the night duty that every new warrior spent time doing. Then several days before the clan started their move he was assigned an apprentice, oddly enough the apprentice he was assigned was the kit he had saved and earned a nasty scar by doing so. His apprentice was Streampaw, a loving young, silver pelted she-cat who had requested to be trained by him. Through out the journey he had to remind Streampaw that the other apprentices could be her friends but when they met in battle some day they no longer would treat her like a friend. Although most apprentices didn't train while traveling, Hawkclaw made sure to train her in hunting and occasionally he would wake Streampaw up at night to teach her Riverclan's battle moves alone. Just days before her ceremony Streampaw died after being attacked by a fox. Her body was buried but her siblings and parents were unhappy like any family would be. Since then Hawkclaw has pondered over what he could have done differently to keep her alive even longer than she should have been.