Post by Hawkclaw on Jan 6, 2009 20:40:44 GMT -5
Name: Hawkclaw
Age: 23 moons
Gender: Female
Alliance: MountainClan
Rank: Warrior
Picture: Click here for Hawkclaw's image.
Description: Hawkclaw is short-furred she-cat with a pelt about the color of honey in beehives. Her muzzle and paws are white, as if they had been snowed over. Her eyes are almost a glowing amber, large and round. However, since she is often hostile, her eyes are usually slits. Her ears are small and pointed, and her tail is long. Her claws are long also, giving her an advantage in battle. She has a long scar along her left side, from her shoulder to her flank.
Personality: Hawkclaw has a quick temper and is easily angered, and due to her general fierceness, it's a bad idea to irritate her. She usually acts first, but is rash and doesn't think before she does. Under her hasty personality, though, she is very loyal and never defies her leader's word. She is fierce when fighting and never gives up, sometimes even to the point where it endangers her life. Her memory isn't that good, so she usually can't be specific when thinking of past things.
History: Born in early newleaf on a prosperous year, she was lucky to live as she did. Her mother took good care of her, but she never knew her father, as he had been killed before she was born, and so, being the only kit born to her mother, she was lonely most of her life. This shaped her attitude how it is today, and she usually stays away from other cats. She was in many battles as an apprentice and warrior, and has developed a thirst for it over time.
Role play example: Her ears swiveled to catch the prey, anything that would feed her Clan. It was a bad prey year, and she had to catch anything possible. She didn't care about her own life; she had to give her fresh-kill to the queens first! Warriors ate last, but she didn't mind, even though hunger was clawing at her belly, as if the large scar on her left side was fresh. Pushing the feeling aside, she concentrated, and finally, there was a sound of little feet, and a shrew poked its long nose out of a clump of lichen. Hopeful, Hawkclaw dropped into a crouch, her claws carefully sheathed as she stalked her prey. Finally, just a tail-length away, she pounced, claws ready to catch it, but the tiny animal whirled around and fled into something invisible; a hole, perhaps.
"Mouse dung!" Hawkclaw hissed to herself, her pelt burning with frustration, anger, and maybe a bit of embarrassment. For a moment, her pelt bristled, but she sighed and continued the search. She knew she couldn't go back until she had caught at least something, unless she wanted to have her pelt ripped off by the leader.
Other: Nothing ~~~
Age: 23 moons
Gender: Female
Alliance: MountainClan
Rank: Warrior
Picture: Click here for Hawkclaw's image.
Description: Hawkclaw is short-furred she-cat with a pelt about the color of honey in beehives. Her muzzle and paws are white, as if they had been snowed over. Her eyes are almost a glowing amber, large and round. However, since she is often hostile, her eyes are usually slits. Her ears are small and pointed, and her tail is long. Her claws are long also, giving her an advantage in battle. She has a long scar along her left side, from her shoulder to her flank.
Personality: Hawkclaw has a quick temper and is easily angered, and due to her general fierceness, it's a bad idea to irritate her. She usually acts first, but is rash and doesn't think before she does. Under her hasty personality, though, she is very loyal and never defies her leader's word. She is fierce when fighting and never gives up, sometimes even to the point where it endangers her life. Her memory isn't that good, so she usually can't be specific when thinking of past things.
History: Born in early newleaf on a prosperous year, she was lucky to live as she did. Her mother took good care of her, but she never knew her father, as he had been killed before she was born, and so, being the only kit born to her mother, she was lonely most of her life. This shaped her attitude how it is today, and she usually stays away from other cats. She was in many battles as an apprentice and warrior, and has developed a thirst for it over time.
Role play example: Her ears swiveled to catch the prey, anything that would feed her Clan. It was a bad prey year, and she had to catch anything possible. She didn't care about her own life; she had to give her fresh-kill to the queens first! Warriors ate last, but she didn't mind, even though hunger was clawing at her belly, as if the large scar on her left side was fresh. Pushing the feeling aside, she concentrated, and finally, there was a sound of little feet, and a shrew poked its long nose out of a clump of lichen. Hopeful, Hawkclaw dropped into a crouch, her claws carefully sheathed as she stalked her prey. Finally, just a tail-length away, she pounced, claws ready to catch it, but the tiny animal whirled around and fled into something invisible; a hole, perhaps.
"Mouse dung!" Hawkclaw hissed to herself, her pelt burning with frustration, anger, and maybe a bit of embarrassment. For a moment, her pelt bristled, but she sighed and continued the search. She knew she couldn't go back until she had caught at least something, unless she wanted to have her pelt ripped off by the leader.
Other: Nothing ~~~