Post by hawkstar on Sept 11, 2011 12:24:36 GMT -5
(It's shocking, those eyes are completely natural D: Kinda scary)
names:
gender: Tom
age: 24 moons
clan: ShadowClan
rank: Leader
personality: ShadowClan cats are known to be ruthless and cruel- and we're not to say this isn't entirely true, but every cat is different, and Hawkstrike had points away from that stereotype, as well as traits that scream ShadowClan. Starting off on a good foot, Hawkstrike is a humble cat, one who shows respect, and from some of his clan, receives it. He is not egocentric in the least, and will very well let someone else take the glory- that is, if they deserve it. If not, he won't be afraid to speak up and make sure the proper victor gets the spoils. He's not a cat it brag, and even if that right is his, he'll let it go and move along in life.
He is highly intelligent, but it is paired with a cunning side that is well hidden. He is one to think through everything in an analytic matter, and get all of the knowledge he can in a situation before making a move. In battle, this helps him to try to find his opponent's weakness before he goes in after them- and to speak on his upbringing in ShadowClan, when locked in battle, he'll fight until his opponent has either fled, died, or he is ordered to flee- but fleeing is his final option, and he detests it, and would much rather fight till the finish- a finish which involves victory.
In life around the Clan, outside of battle, however, he is a mellow cat, an easy-going cat that tries to get along with everyone in his clan, and when against a extremely prickly cat that want's nothing to do with them, he'll leave them be, lest they get on his nerves, then you're on the wrong side of the wrong cat, and you'll be quick to know it.
appearance: Hawkstrike isn't the biggest cat, although he is average size for a tom. His legs are long and strong, allowing him a swiftness and grace that you wouldn't expect at first glance. The strength in his front legs is given by strong, broad sholders. He has a long, flexible spine, allowing him to maneuver quickly and nimbly when paired with his speed.
His coat is short and sleek, well groomed and kept quite clean. He is rather handsom, his colour a dark brown, although it turns lighter shades when in the sunlight, the bright light bringing out lighter, dusty hues. His tail tapers off from the rich chocolate to completely black at the tip, as if it was suddenly dipped in ink. Set in his face are two of the most piercing eyes you can perceive, a typical yellow green, although they are well brought out set against his dark pelt, beaming with intelligence, although very good at masking his emotions. The fur around his eyes is lighter in colour, and his ears stand tall on his head, picking up every sound.
history: Hawkstrike was born Hawkkit to a pair of ShadowClan warriors along with his twin sister, Russetkit, and brother, Mudkit. They were a rambunctious trio, and being the only three in the nursery at that time, had plenty of space to play- although that wasn't always enough, and frequently, Mudkit would try to get Hawkkit and Russetkit to come with him to explore the territory. Hawkkit wasn't entirely for it, but Mudkit was a big, brute of a kit, and would tease, taunt, and even attack his siblings, trying to cohere them into coming with him. Not willing to put up with his brother any longer, Hawkkit agreed, and followed Mudkit, Russetkit in tow. However, it wasn't long before a patrol found them, and dragged them back to camp, punishing the three for their "little adventure"- not to say it crushed Mudkit, he went on another "adventure" the next day, but returned as a corpse with their distraught father.
Hawkkit , from that day, vowed to follow all rules set before him, and not to let anyone try to steer him differently, as he also found determination to protect his sister, and not let harm come to her, as it had to their brother. They were soon to earn their apprentice names, and the newly named Hawkkit threw himself into his training, and his clan.
He worked hard in the coming moons, fought in skirmishes and mock battles, did petty tasks and hunted for his clan- anything that was asked of him, and anything that wasn't, and soon the day came that he earned his warrior name, Hawkstrike, now he continues his hard work in the clan, to prove what a clan cat should always be.
sample rp: ShadowClan is a clan based on sin, at least, that's what many believe. The cold, dark pine forest with it's marshy areas, and prey consisting of amphibians and reptiles, doesn't appeal to many cats, and to them, it is a place of evil, housing a clan that will spill your blood as easily as they'll make you a treaty. The stereotype for every cat in this clan is that they are blood thirsty, evil, and deadly. It's not a farsighted claim, some cats are this way- but that can be true in any clan, no matter their past or blood lines. Kitty pets can be this way, rogues, dogs, twolegs- it cannot be pinned to one clan alone.
The sleek brown tom pondered this, perched on a fallen log, peering over the border at the neighboring ThunderClan side. It almost sparked resentment in the young warrior. He wasn't the purest cat, no cat was, no cat would ever be. Everyone had ambitions, everyone had hatred, forbidden love, lusts, or just vile, violent thoughts, and yet for all their blood history, every ShadowClan cat was a monster. He flexed his claws into the rotting wood that he was perched on, feeling them sink deep, then quickly retract, the temper that had begun to flare quickly dying. Kit's were told stories of vile ShadowClan before they knew better. They were bred to hate the dark cats- and that would just have to be accepted. He heaved a sigh, flicking his tail and jumping down from the log, the sound of his paws hitting the ground muffled by the layer of pine needled littering the ground. He didn't even spare a second glance toward the border, turning his back on it, and heading back to camp.
characters: Just Hawk for now~
c-box name: Silent
