Hawkstar - StoneClan Leader Jan 1, 2013 18:05:56 GMT -5
Post by Bloodrose on Jan 1, 2013 18:05:56 GMT -5
Age: 78 moons
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Description: Hawkwing is certainly a sight to see. He is huge for a cat, with broad shoulders and defined muscles to match. You would almost expect him to lumber around like a badger, but he still manages to move with the grace of your average cat. He has large paws to hold up his large frame, and hidden within them are razor sharp, black claws. He is old enough to be considered a senior warrior, but still has the stamina of a young warrior.
His pelt is a sandy brown color, with lighter Mackerel tabby stripes. They are not as distinctive as on other cats, but they are more apparent on his face and leg areas. His muzzle area, as well as his paws, are a slightly lighter color, almost white. This may be due to age, but it might simply be a change of color in his fur. His ears are miraculously free of any major nicks, and are rounded. They are of average size for a cat as big as he. He has relatively short fur, and although it does grow thicker and warmer in Leaf Bare, it cannot be called long. His tail fur is slightly longer than the fur on his body. His tail is also striped a little more obviously than the remainder of his body.
Though most of his body is free of obvious scars, he has one large scar that runs from his chest area to his stomach area, all underneath him. It is not visible when he is standing, but he knows it is there, and it does pose as a weakness of his. The injury received as a young warrior nearly cost him his life, and now, the skin is ever so slightly more fragile. He knows well that he cannot allow himself to sustain another injury like that one. The fur has almost grown back around it, but if he were to lie on his back, you would be able to see the thin, claw mark that mars his underbelly, a soft pink line.
His eyes are an odd shade of off yellow. They lean more towards the amber side, but they do appear to have a greenish tint. When he gets angered, however, his eyes are a burning flame of amber, clear as daylight. He naturally has a good posture, often holding himself to his full height. Overall, this tom is built for battle. He can come off as a little bit intimidating look wise, but as it is often said, looks can be deceiving.
Description Summary: Broad, muscular sandy brown tom with amber eyes.
Personality: Upon looking at Hawkwing’s impressive size, you might expect him to be an extremely aggressive tom, who wants nothing more than to throw himself into the heat of battle at a moment’s notice. Though Hawkwing does keep himself in excellent condition, and does enjoy some battle training, he would much prefer to settle things diplomatically than violently. His love for training comes from his love for teaching. He enjoys being able to help others learn what he has learnt over the years, whether they be apprentices or full on warriors. Hawkwing is also fond of younger cats, because of what they might be able to teach him. He may not be the oldest cat around, but it is easy to see him as an uncle.
Hawkwing is often described as a calm tom, who does his best to understand both sides of a predicament. If two warriors were to enter an argument, Hawkwing would want to hear both sides of the story, so that he might fully understand it. He isn’t one to go charging forwards blindly to pick a side. Even if the argument involves himself. He’ll gladly listen to the what the other cat has to say. This isn’t to say that he is a pushover, however. He holds his beliefs close, and won’t let go easily. He is big on the “I may not agree with your opinion, but I will fight to the death for your right to express it”. He truly believes that all cats are equal.
Just because all cats are equal in Hawkwing’s eye, it doesn’t mean Hawkwing isn’t loyal. He would never even think of abandoning his Clan. He would not hesitate to take action if the lives of his Clan mates are in danger. Through his moons as a warrior, he has really come to understand the value of a strong Clan. He would be willing to give his life to his Clan, if it meant that the remainder of his Clan, his extended family, would be alright.
Hawkwing doesn’t mind telling of his experiences as a warrior. He loves kits, and would sit by the nursery for moons, just telling them stories. However, as previously mentioned, his Clan is everything to him, and he knows he has duties he needs to fulfill. You shouldn’t be afraid of approaching him, however. He is very polite, and should he be busy at the moment, he’ll kindly let you know, and will catch up with you later. He doesn’t like letting any members of his Clan down, which means he will try to remember everything. He isn’t a super-cat, however, so don’t be offended if he does forget. Just remind him, and he’ll probably apologize for his slip up.
He is a terrific cat, kind and calm, an asset to any Clan. He is a good friend to have, as he’ll be there for you when you most need him. He might not know just how to comfort you, as comforting with words aren’t his thing, but with a cat as big as him, just his sheet size might be enough to comfort you should you need to snuggle up to him. It won’t mean more to him that friendship. He’s still searching for a she-cat, however he isn’t the most outgoing when it comes to the romance area. If a she-cat were interested in him, she’d have to give him a good hint. A big hint.
History: Two StoneClan warriors, Craterstorm and Dawnshadow, had a litter of three kits many moons ago. They were named Hawkkit, Viperkit and Leopardkit. Hawkkit was the largest of the litter, a strong little tom, followed by Leaopardkit, an average sized she-kit, and finally, Viperkit, the runt of the litter. Leopardkit was named for her more spotted tabby coat, and darker, russet-gold color. Viperkit was named for his venom-green eyes. Hawkkit, however was not named such for any trait he possessed. Though his pelt may match certain species of the bird, it was the hawk flying high above them seconds after his birth that gave him his name. The three were born in the season of Newleaf, on a chilly, but sunny morning. It seemed a blessing from StarClan.
Viperkit was the timid cat of the bunch. He would often take coaxing to get him to explore like Leopardkit and Hawkkit. Leopardkit was reckless, charging around blindly, always wondering what was around the corner. Though Hawkkit was curious just as any young cat, he was more cautious than his rambunctious sister. He quickly learnt to be gentler, due to his overpowering size. When his siblings would attack at their full power, Hawkkit would not. He feared he might harm his siblings, after the many warnings his parents had given him.
When they finally reached six moons, it was Leopardkit who was most excited. This wasn’t to say that Hawkkit wasn’t ecstatic to be made an apprentice. It simply meant that he was able to hide it better than his sister, who quite nearly vibrated in place. Hawkkit was give Breezeflight as a mentor, a senior warrior of StoneClan. Some feared the aging she-cat was too old to mentor another apprentice, and though Hawkkit would be her last apprentice, she proved to the Clan that and old cat can push through until the very end. Some young cats might have been jealous when their siblings received younger warriors as their mentor, but Hawkpaw didn’t seem to mind at all.
Breezeflight was a very patient she-cat, who carefully explained each battle move, and each hunting technique to her apprentice, who proved to be a very technical cat. He had a tendency to ask a lot of questions, and preferred to know the whole process before trying it out himself. It meant that their training sessions tended to be longer than others, and he learnt slower than the others, but once the young sandy tom got it, he got it. Breezeflight was thrilled with the progress her apprentice would make, even if his siblings had learnt what he did two days before. She was never discouraged, and in turn, he was never discouraged.
When he was ten moons old, the Leafbare was particularly harsh. The medicine cat had begun to suspect there might be something wrong with Viperpaw, as he would often have difficulty breathing after hard training sessions. It became blindingly clear when Viperpaw fell extremely ill once the cold rolled in. He spent six days in the medicine cat den, and Hawkpaw could only watch horrified as his little brother’s body would be raked by horrible coughs that sounded as though the black tom was choking. On the sixth night, Viperpaw was hit by a particularly hard bought of coughing. Hawkpaw watched as his brother’s green eyes widened suddenly. It took the sandy tom a moment to realize that he had stopped breathing. Viperpaw thrashed wildly, his mouth agape, desperate for air, but none came to him. His lungs had filled with fluid, and the young tom passed away before he could be made a warrior.
It was hard on the whole family, and though Viperpaw’s passing left a heavy feeling in Hawkpaw’s chest, he knew that his brother was with StarClan now, where he could live without the pains of his illness. Leopardpaw, however, did not take it so well. She began to grow more and more aggressive in her training, and Breezeflight and Hawkpaw both could see that her recklessness had only grown. She seemed to diregard her life completely. This would be proven later on in her life.
For two moons, it was the same. Leopardpaw pushing herself too far, and Hawkpaw doing his best to understand the lessons Breezeflight taught him. And then the day they were named warriors. Hawkpaw became Hawkwing and Leopardpaw became Leaopardstrike. Their first challenge wasted no time in appearing. Hawkwing was on a stroll with Leopardstrike, Breezeflight, Craterstorm and Dawnshadow. It was a walk of friends. The air was light around them as they joked and laughed. All but Leopardstrike. The group split slightly, heading off to hunt. Hawkwing had dropped low to hunt a nearby mouse, when a shriek caught his attention. It was a familiar voice. He took off as fast as he could in the direction of the cry, in time to see a fox grab his mentor and shake her mercilessly. Hawkwing through himself at the creature, even though he knew it was too late to save Breezeflight.
The fox turned its attention on him now. As it charge towards him, Hawkwing did his best to avoid the attacks, calling out loudly to alert his family. He could hear them charging towards him, calling his name. Suddenly, the fox lunged, and Hawkwing rose up on his hind legs. The moment he did, he knew he had committed a fatal mistake. He tried to stagger back, out of range, but the fox’s large claws managed to hit him. Most of the wounds were harmless scratches, but one claw managed to dig deeper than the others, cutting him from the chest to just before his stomach. Just as he collapsed and things began to fade, Hawkwing made out a shrieking sound. He would learn later that it had been his sister as she and his parents charged the fox.
By some miracle, Hawkwing survived his injuries. However, he was in the medicine den for many moons. He learnt that his family had managed to chase the fox away, and though they had managed to get Hawkwing back alive, Breezeflight had not made it. His wounds began healing slowly, and movement was hard for him. He risked tearing his wound open once more. During his time in the medicine den, he was powerless in the death of both his father and sister in the same battle. Just as he had expected, Leopardstrike and attacked blindly once a cat killed her father. His mother, Dawnshadow was devastated, understandably, as was he. He felt useless, trapped in the den.
Slowly, he began to be able to move again. He was told that he had been lucky. Though the wound had bled a lot, it had not been deep enough to cause death. Still, he was warned it would take moons to heal, and he knew it. By four moons, he could move without pain. He began to practice, but it was slow, and careful. He wouldn’t go back to his full force until ten moons later. It was all out of caution. His wound turned into a scar, and at 23 moons old, Hawkwing began to retrain himself. After two moons, he was back and ready to continue. His mother had since retired to the elder’s den, partially due to her rising age, partially due to a freak accident that blinded her. No one knows what happened, as she cannot remember. She was found unconscious and bleeding from her face and paws. She had minor injuries on her paw, but her eyes were now completely useless. Hawkwing visited his now blind mother everyday, helping her to readjust to her new life without sight.
Hawkwing was given his first apprentice at the age of 26 moons. Thunderpaw was a rather excitable tom, whom was given to Hawkwing in hopes that the older tom would be able to calm him down a little bit. Hawkwing learnt, through this, just how much he enjoyed being able to teach, and tell of his experiences. Thunderpaw always seemed excited to hear about what Hawkwing had to say. They were good for each other, Hawkwing passing on his calmer ways, and Thunderpaw keeping Hawkwing’s mind occupied from the stress he had endured since becoming a warrior.
Thunderpaw was named Thunderheart when Hawkwing was 38 moons. Hawkwing has since lived a relatively normal life, though his mother died of greencough when he was 40 moons old. He believes that those he cared about are better off now, in StarClan, and that he will see them again some day, when his time has come. He enjoys watching the cats around him grow, and sharing experiences, exchanging wisdom. He enjoys the company of all cats, from elders to kits. To him, each and every one of them holds something special, neither one better than the other. Everyone should be heard, and Hawkwing will gladly be the one to hear it.
RP Example: The sand colored tabby’s muscles rippled as a bout of excitement rippled through his body. He could smell the mouse. It couldn’t be far now. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was aware of another scent, yet he pushed it aside, focusing on his prey. He was silent as he moved, fully expecting to make this kill successfully, and without problem. Suddenly, however, the mouse stood up straight, before bolting away. Hawkwing hissed angrily, spitting slightly. Until a piercing cry tore through the silent forest.
”Breezeflight?” The tom said, a rather confused tone pricking his deep, rumbling voice. He had recognized his old mentor’s cry, but… Why in the name of StarClan would she shriek like that. And then it his him, that scent he had picked up on in his subconscious. Fox. ”Breezeflight!” Her shrieked, whirling and pelting off as quickly as he could in the direction his mentor’s cry had originated from. Adrenaline shot through him, panic coursing through his veins. A heavy feeling of dread weighed in his stomach as he ran. He was too late. Her cries had already stopped. He was the closest to his mentor’s location, his father, mother and father being further off in a group.
Hawkwing’s large frame burst through the undergrowth, and he forced himself to skid to a stop, claws digging into the ground in a desperate attempt to inhibit his movement. There, but a few foxlengths in front of him, was the very devil the measurement was named after. In its jaws, dangling limp, was the familiar smokey gray pelt of his mentor, Breezeflight. The tom could only watch in horror as the fox let his mentor drop to the ground, dead. The fox turned slowly, its black, soulless eyes narrowing as they locked onto him. It charged, and though his first instinct was to attack blindly with rage, his mentor’s soothing voice, from one of his training sessions long ago, whispered a reminder of just what not to do.
Hawkwing leapt to the side, clearing the fox’s reach by a whisker length. Desperately, Hawking called for his family. ”Craterstorm! Dawncloud! Leoparstrike! FOX!” He heard some sort of response in the shrieking voice of his sister, but he didn’t catch the words, to focused on diving out of the way of yet another attack. The next time the fox moved to strike, Hawkwing reared up, standing on his powerful hind legs and fully intending to strike a blow to the fox’s eyes. And then he realized he had just fully exposed his softer belly to the fox’s mercy.
The red creature’s eyes focused on the tom’s soft stomach as it lunged forward with snapping teeth and swiping claws. Hawkwing tried to stagger backwards, but movement was hard when he was up like this. Dropping down would risk giving the fox a grip on his neck, and he would be done for, just as Breezeflight had gone. A sickening twisting sensation rose in his stomach at the thought of his mentor, but it was quickly replaced by something more powerful, more real. The scent of fox was everywhere, overpowering him, but suddenly the harsh metallic scent of blood punctured the barrier.
A hot, searing pain soared through him as the fox’s claws scored his stomach. He had almost escaped the fox’s reach, but he’d been a little too late. All it took was enough pressure on the single claw that scored a strong enough grip on him, and the fox tore open the sandy tabby’s stomach. Hawkwing stagger again, but this time, it wasn’t on his own accord. The world spun around him as pain took hold of his body. His chest heaved as he tried to breath. He couldn’t figure out why the fox wasn’t continuing the attack and finishing him off.
He couldn’t think. He couldn’t breathe. Oh StarClan, he couldn’t breathe. The tom’s body fell to the ground with a heavy thud. He could feel the sick wetness of blood as it oozed from his wounds, sticking to his light colored fur. He tried to stand, managing only to lift his head, but it soon collapsed back to the ground at the sight of the blood pooling on the floor. Somehow, he became aware of more screeches, a chorus of them. His vision blurred slightly, but he thought he could see a familiar spotted tabby pelt. ”L…Leopardstrike?” He croaked, but no one could hear him.
As hard as he had tried, it came out no louder than a sigh. His family was occupied in a fight for their life, the same as Hawkwing, though his danger was no longer the fox. His breath began shivering, and the terrifying feeling of not being able to breathe crept up on him once more. He coughed weakly, suddenly aware of the blackness that began to creep at the edges of his vision. His ear flicked slightly at the sound of a whining bark. Somewhere, the tom thought that it was the fox finally retreating due to the ongoing barrage of timed attacked from his family. He couldn’t be sure, but he thought his family had won.
A sinking feeling took hold of him suddenly. Perhaps it was simply his time. StarClan had a time when each and every cat was to join their ranks. If his time was today, then the sandy tom would not fight it. He heard his sister’s voice calling his name, but it sounded… It sounded as though he were beneath the water, and she was calling from the surface. ”Hawkwing! Oh StarClan, Hawkwing, listen to me! Stay with me, do you hear? I’ll kill that fox! I’ll do it!” The oddest sensation rippled through him at the words his sister spoke.
As the sandy tom lay on the ground, in a pool of his own blood, he began to laugh. It was a shallow sound, broken by coughs and gasps, but it was unmistakable. He was laughing. Suddenly the pain seemed surreal, as though it weren’t actually there. Perhaps he was already in StarClan. ”Oh… L-Leopardstrike…” He croaked, a weak smile playing on his lips. Perhaps his time had come before, and he was simply revisiting it before he awoke in the place of stars. All he knew for sure as the darkness crept on, smothering his world in black, was that he was tired. So very, very tired…
Other: Currently has 5 lives.
- Killed by Razorstar (then Razorfang) in battle against StormClan - Newleaf #1
- Succumbed to greencough during epidemic - Newleaf #2
- Dehydration during a widespread drought - Greenleaf #3
- Killed by Nightstep in the battle against LightningClan for Sun Stones - Greenleaf #4