Post by firebrush on Feb 13, 2009 11:42:56 GMT -6
Name: Hawkpaw
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Rank: Apprentice
Clan: MoonClan
Gender: She-Cat
Age: 12 moons
Eye Color: intense emerald green
Fur Color: pale gray shorthair with black tipped ears and light tabby markings
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Rank: Apprentice
Clan: MoonClan
Gender: She-Cat
Age: 12 moons
Eye Color: intense emerald green
Fur Color: pale gray shorthair with black tipped ears and light tabby markings
Other Appearances:
Hawkpaw is of an average height with a slim, lean build. She has a rather long tail and an expressive face. Her eyes are slightly larger than average and blaze with the inner fires built from hardship and a good long hunt and she has a muzzle scarred from a swipe she recieved earlier in her apprenticeship.Personality:
Prickly or perky as the mood takes her, Hawkpaw is usually reserved around others. Although she can work in small groups, large crowds cause her to withdraw within and lash out if destrubed. The best cure for this has always been an escape into the forest where she can find her inner peace.History:
Hawkpaw will not tolerate mediocrity in anything, particularly her self. She despises any sign of weakness or fear, especially when she is the one that shows it. This also drives her to push her self to her limits in battle training and hunting "for the good of the clan." Hawkpaw is a loyal clanmember, despite her crowd troubles, and works endlessly for what she believes is "right"
The oldest and only she-kit of a litter of three, from the time before she had a name Hawkpaw and her two brother got into trouble. Whether it was trampling through the medicine cat's supplies or leaving thorns about the dens, they caused no end of grief. But Hawkpaw's favorite tale is of how she somehow stumbled into the forest as a tiny kit, only to cross paths with a hungry rat. According to the story, a rescue patrol rounded the trail to find the filthy rodent menacing the kit when, just before she could have been rat-chow, a hawk swooped from the sky, passed up the kit, and carried off the rat in its powerful talons. And of course, her brothers died of black cough in their fourth moon.RP Example:
Hawkpaw's apprenticeship wasn't particularly spectacular. She was mentored by an aging, battleworn warrior who had been great in his time but had a particular fondness for the trial and error school of learning. Hawkpaw found her favorite times were spent hunting but she had fighting moves drilled into her with regularity as well. These practice sessions she found to be pretty boring until one particularly hard leafbare, when she managed to come across a fox while returning from a hunting assessment. The fox clawed for the freshkill but managed to swipe the apprentice's face as well, scoring deep gashes onto her muzzle. Had it not been for her mentor she might not have survived the encounter. Both mentor and apprentice were wounded but they managed to drive the fox off. After their recoveries, her mentor was retired to the elder's den but Hawkpaw now believes that she is ready to become a full warrior.
Since then, Hawkpaw has continued to improve her fighting skills, considering she has a constant reminder of what can happen when one isn't paying close enough attention.
Still a young cat, Hawkpaw has something to prove. What that is though, no one is really certain.
Morning light filtered the canopy of the apprentice's den. A she-cat kicked at her mossy bedding, struggling from sleep. Blinking her eyes to clear them, Hawkpaw noticed that the dawn patrol had already left, the scents of those clanmates chosen to go already dissipating in the cold leaffall breeze.Cats you RP: 1
After a hasty grooming, the young apprentice poked her nose out of the den, careful not to desturb any other cat. She quickly glanced about the clearing to find what was going on. Her piercing green gaze rested on another apprentice by the freshkill pile.
"Still deliberating over whether to take a mouse or a vole, Pinepaw?" she asked, a hint of impatience already creeping into her voice. "Or are you just keeping watch so none of it escapes your mouth?" The tubby apprentice was not one of her better friends, but leafbare would be hard as usual and no cat could afford to let the pile diminish. Hawkfire made herself a mental note to ask about going out on a hunting patrol later.
"Careful, Pinepaw. We wouldn't want that thrush to fly off while no one was watching." Chuckling to her self, she made her way around the clearing towards the warriors den to find a warrior so she could leave camp.
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