Post by Hawk on Aug 22, 2010 13:57:17 GMT -5
Name:: Hawktail
Gender:: Tom
Age:: 14 moons
Clan/ Group:: Darkclan
Postion:: Warrior
Description:: Hawktail has a slender build with a sleek black pelt. His underbelly is a dark ginger, with specks of a lighter ginger. His ears and tail are tipped with the darker ginger. His eyes are a crystal, ice blue with a tint of dark blue on the edges. (Below is a picture I drew of female version. They look about the same, just male Hawktail is slightly bigger. Ignore the Hawkstar written underneath.)
Personality:: Hawktail is usually calm and content, often keeping to himself. He doesn't mind going on patrols, he tends to be the quiet one in the back. He does, however, have a slight temper that can get the best of him depending on the situation. He's a bit hard-headed and stubborn towards certain things and it takes alot to change his mind. He has a tender side that often only shows towards she-cats and kits.
Family:: N/A
History:: Hawktail was born with only a single sister. Their father at the time was a rogue, who traveled close to the borders of his clan. Their mother met him in secret, often leaving in the middle of the night to see him. He and his sister's birth was in the middle of the forest, close to their father. But, because they were so far away from the camp's shelter and warmth, only young Hawktail was able to survive the harshness of the night. Heartbroken, Hawktail's mother, Springflight, carried back her single kit and secluded herself in the nursery.
For almost all of his nursery life, Hawktail wasn't allowed to leave the nursery; Springflight's fear of losing him. But one leaf-bare, Springflight caught the green-cough. The medicine cat at the time did all she could, but it just wasn't enough to save Springflight. The queen died in her sleep, while Hawktail was curled up beside her. After losing his mother, Hawktail turned 6 moons and began his warrior training. He dreamed of training hard so that one day, he'd find his father.
But that day would never come.... Cross, the rogue, was struck by a monster, three days after Springflight died....
RolePlay Sample::
Hawktail stretched as he emerged from the warriors den, his paws kneeding at the ground; claws unsheathed. The sun was barely shining over the horizon, dimly shining its light towards the camp. His ears twitched as he heard murmurs of the other cats awakening. His nose twitched, wiggling his whiskers.
He stepped lightly into the forest, his ice blue eyes wide and prepared with alertness. Hawktail breathed in the air, searching for scents of any kind. His tail twitched back and forth, as he paused; catching the dull scent of a fox. He followed the scent, as far is it led him until it came upon a small pile of rocks. He tilted his head to the side, feeling as if he knew this place. The scenery looked so familiar, but it was so vague. He looked at the pile of rocks, so neatly placed on top of each other. His heart suddenly ached, his eyes began to water. He looked at the pile, before lightly laying beside it.
As he laid beside it, a small shimmer appeared before Hawktail. He blinked as a small ginger she-cat appeared in front of him, light blue eyes looking at him with a sense of happiness. The small cat flicked her tail before running off towards the sky.....
Gender:: Tom
Age:: 14 moons
Clan/ Group:: Darkclan
Postion:: Warrior
Description:: Hawktail has a slender build with a sleek black pelt. His underbelly is a dark ginger, with specks of a lighter ginger. His ears and tail are tipped with the darker ginger. His eyes are a crystal, ice blue with a tint of dark blue on the edges. (Below is a picture I drew of female version. They look about the same, just male Hawktail is slightly bigger. Ignore the Hawkstar written underneath.)
Personality:: Hawktail is usually calm and content, often keeping to himself. He doesn't mind going on patrols, he tends to be the quiet one in the back. He does, however, have a slight temper that can get the best of him depending on the situation. He's a bit hard-headed and stubborn towards certain things and it takes alot to change his mind. He has a tender side that often only shows towards she-cats and kits.
Family:: N/A
History:: Hawktail was born with only a single sister. Their father at the time was a rogue, who traveled close to the borders of his clan. Their mother met him in secret, often leaving in the middle of the night to see him. He and his sister's birth was in the middle of the forest, close to their father. But, because they were so far away from the camp's shelter and warmth, only young Hawktail was able to survive the harshness of the night. Heartbroken, Hawktail's mother, Springflight, carried back her single kit and secluded herself in the nursery.
For almost all of his nursery life, Hawktail wasn't allowed to leave the nursery; Springflight's fear of losing him. But one leaf-bare, Springflight caught the green-cough. The medicine cat at the time did all she could, but it just wasn't enough to save Springflight. The queen died in her sleep, while Hawktail was curled up beside her. After losing his mother, Hawktail turned 6 moons and began his warrior training. He dreamed of training hard so that one day, he'd find his father.
But that day would never come.... Cross, the rogue, was struck by a monster, three days after Springflight died....
RolePlay Sample::
Hawktail stretched as he emerged from the warriors den, his paws kneeding at the ground; claws unsheathed. The sun was barely shining over the horizon, dimly shining its light towards the camp. His ears twitched as he heard murmurs of the other cats awakening. His nose twitched, wiggling his whiskers.
He stepped lightly into the forest, his ice blue eyes wide and prepared with alertness. Hawktail breathed in the air, searching for scents of any kind. His tail twitched back and forth, as he paused; catching the dull scent of a fox. He followed the scent, as far is it led him until it came upon a small pile of rocks. He tilted his head to the side, feeling as if he knew this place. The scenery looked so familiar, but it was so vague. He looked at the pile of rocks, so neatly placed on top of each other. His heart suddenly ached, his eyes began to water. He looked at the pile, before lightly laying beside it.
As he laid beside it, a small shimmer appeared before Hawktail. He blinked as a small ginger she-cat appeared in front of him, light blue eyes looking at him with a sense of happiness. The small cat flicked her tail before running off towards the sky.....
