Hawkclaw

[Hawkclaw]

names:
Hawkclaw

gender:
Tom.

age:
86 Moons.


clan:
ThunderClan

rank:
Warrior.

personality:

• Loyal.
  A trait most admired in Clan cats but at what cost? He is loyal because that is all he knows and what is expected of him therefore he will show little remorse if catching a friend breaking Clan law. The Clan will always come before anything else though those select few he is attached to he can make temporary exceptions to this rule - very temporary, expecting the 'friend' to admit to his crimes in the end. His loyalty has won many over but lost many in exchange.
  
  
• Bitter
  Extremely bitter. Bitter for what the Clan has taken out of him, bitter for his failed relationship and bitter that the Clan he has defended all his life are looking down at him for being old and expecting him to retire with the rest of the elders. This can make him quite a sad character when you come to think of it any this s perhaps his most failing personality trait but the goodness that comes out of this is that it gives him a determination that will match any young heart.
  
  
• 
  Brave.
  He will hunt, fight and chase the biggest toms. This is just in his nature, he does not think about the repercussions until afterwards which makes him good in combat but somewhat unpredictable... many headaches for the Leader later.
  
  
• Impatient.
  Despite his cold, intimidating overall appearance he is rather impatient when it comes to the dealings of everyday affairs. He does not like to sit still and simply see what happens - very much a cat of action he likes to be in the center of the chaos all claws bared. If there was even a hint of strange activity within the Clan he would be the one leading the charge. The exception to this rule is when he takes on an apprentice and then he shows a surprising amount of patience for an old-timer.
  
  
• Compassionate.
  He values the happiness of those around far more than the cats give him credit for. He is the type of cat that will overhear a problem and make it his personal vendetta to get the problem sorted himself. He is always there to listen if anyone is brave enough to approach him.
  
  
• Proud.
  Very, very proud of his kits and their accomplishments. He will not hear anything bad spoken about them even if they trash-talk him as he knows it is his fault but feels like he made the right choice involving them.
  

appearance:

Warrior description;; Dark brown Tabby with green eyes.

Detailed description;;

Hawkclaw is a large moggy tom with foggy green eyes and a sharp, elongated face. He is a brown tabby but is not marked as strongly as other tabbies in the way that the markings on his back join together in one dark blur on his back, returning to tabby as you reach his legs and belly. Others often say his name suits his appearance as well as his markings above his eyes give his top lid a flatter shape much like a hawks does.

You will often see him walking with a limp or with his rear end dipped lower than his forepaws - a recognizable sign that it's best to stay out of his way.


history:
Hawkkit was brought into this world in the only way possible and had a fairly uneventful upbringing. As a queen didn’t have to announce the father of her kits nor did he have any obligation to help raise them Cloverbelly raise him and his two brothers alone though he was always reassured he was purebred Clan. When old enough to become Hawkpaw he was taken under his mentors wing, this mentor was a crude old tom but he was just what the eager young apprentice needed to know what to do but not what to be like. Driven and talented he achieved his goals quickly and efficiantly, even being welcomed to the gathering twice during his appreticeship, the little tabby flourished and in time was named Hawkclaw for his hunting skills and sharp eyes.

From completing his apprenticeship he threw himself into the job, volunteering for every border skirmish, hunting party and general work that needed done earning himself a bit of a reputation for being pushy and intrusive but at the same time one for being hard-working and respectable.

Being a new warrior he was much too interested in his work to chase tail as much as the others his age, taking it upon himself to watch out for them rather than join in any of the late night escapades – taking much of the blame onto themselves when the inevitably got caught. To others his quiet, authorative air earned him respect but very few approached him due to intimidation. It was a quiet and often lonely existence, one which pushed him to work harder and earn himself awe amongst the Clan. After one rainy moonhigh, he and his friend Honeypelt ventured ino the forest in search of freshkill but unknown to them the area around the adder rocks had become loose with the rainfall and the slightest bit of pressure from the two cats sent them hurtling down the edge and engulfed in murky earth and water.

Hawkclaw managed to free himself but in the process his hind legs aind tail were damaged. After freeing Honeypelt they were taken to the medicine cats den to recover. He advised the two to take it easy for the next moon at least which Honeypelt embraced wholeheartedly but Hawkclaw as stubborn as every took only two sunhigh’s rest before resuming duties. In time, he and Honeypelt became an item having shared something between only them and gave birth to a set of kits. Hazelkit, Adderkit and Ravenkit. Adderkit and Ravenkit were very healthy but Hazelkit was forever getting ill and at just four moons passed away with whitecough leaving the two parents feeling powerless. His mate pushed herself into raising the suriving kits while he withdrew himself from the family, trying to protect them as best as he can. He is no longer Honeypelt's mate.


His older injuries have caught up with him as he reaches retirement. Arthritis tugs at his hind legs now and he is not as physically able as he used to be but at the same time his mind is sharp and he is willing to teach with as much enthusiasm as a newborn kit.

sample rp:

It was not so rare that the mature shepherd found herself seeking out shelter in the area she found to be least inhabited by other canines. For one the church was far too old and dangerous, moths and vermin lay dead behind ruined white curtains in the Vicar's old study, the area itself still reeked of human from hundreds of years use prior to her taking up residence but to be fair it was a hardy old building and perhaps one of the few that took the least damage during the shake.


She reached the entrance and arched herself under the broken doorway and out of the wind. She prepared to shake the cold air from her fur when she noticed the unmistakable scent of another. The large shepherd froze, hackles lifting defensively as she decided her next move but luckily for whatever was out there the fear-scent was strong and the smell of milk hung loosely to its fur. Whoever it was was still a pup. Gingerly she edged forward with her head low craning her neck as she reached the large hall where the scent was the strongest. In the corner some sheets lay disturbed but not by her paw. Her eyes narrowed as she quickly caught sight of the intruder.

Her nose had not lied to her. This pup was a bit younger than she had expected and not as healthy as she would have liked considering she would have to send him off to his mother. She took a step back as she weighed up her options until the silence replaced the pup's paws. Curious she stole another glance at the now resting puppy and decided it was now or never. Approaching slowly Torr softened her expression and cleared her throat with a soft scolding growl.

"Now who's this sleeping in my bed?" She asked with dark eyes set upon the pup.


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c-box name: Hawk.

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