Post by Hawkfall on Aug 24, 2016 0:40:53 GMT -6
windclan
Hawkfall
AGE
19 Moons
GENDER
Male
RANK
Warrior
APPEARANCE
Hawkfall is usually large and heavy for a Windclan cat, and not necessarily because of an impressive physique either. For the most part, his size is due to his large bone structure, although he does have muscle where it is needed. His shoulders are naturally broad, and his hind legs are extremely strong. As a result, he has the perfect build to drag birds of prey out of the sky, reaching them with one mighty leap and weighing them down to prevent them from flying away while other warriors help deal the finishing blow. Down his flank, he carries a deep scar from a near-fatal mistake during his hunting assessment as an apprentice, and it is visible through his short fur.
PERSONALITY
A hard worker, once Hawkfall has his mind set on something, he refuses to stop until he has reached his goal. Easily falling victim to very intense tunnel vision, his determination is, often times, both a boon and a bane. While this means that he is far from easily distracted from his duties, it also results in him not realizing that a break may be in order, even when he is unbelievably stressed and generally unhelpful.
Otherwise, he is an extremely respectful tom. Having been raised by an extremely formal mother, he picked up on her peculiar decorum. As a result, his every sentence is spoken in nearly the same cadence and tone, always amiable with a certain lilt towards the end. But, for however elegant his voice sounds, Hawkfall’s words are, occasionally, strung together in an awkward, uncommonly used phrase.
Still, for all his eloquence, it is obvious that he isn’t a proud cat. Never once thinking too highly of himself, while he can recognize his own strengths and play off them, he doesn’t take anything for granted. Having barely survived the biting sickness epidemic, he has come to terms with how fleeting life could be. Brushing aside compliments with an appreciative smile, he is quick to express his own honest admiration for his clan mates, aware that any moment they spend together could be their last.
HISTORY
It was no secret to the entire Clan that Hawk-kit’s mother, Halfbrook, and father, Mudtail, were estranged. There had been various complications in their relationship when his mother had become pregnant, and it was obvious from his father’s lack of presence at his birth that his parents were no longer mates, even if no one except for the two involved were sure of the details. But, whatever had occurred must have been extremely jarring, as Halfbrook never revealed the details of her kits’ lineage to either Hawk-kit or his sister, Honeykit. Instead, she taught them not to ask question, a lesson that came in handy when Hawk-kit grew into nearly the splitting image of his biological father.
At six moons old, he was already larger than his sister, and even some of the older apprentices. So, it was a blessing for him to finally undergo his apprentice ceremony and move into the larger den, clearing out of the stuffy nursery and the too-small nests built there. Placed in the hands of a scrappy she-cat, Brightjaw, his first few moons as an apprentice was spent scrambling around after her, tripping over his unwieldy paws as she, with her slight frame, darted back-and-forth effortlessly. But, his mentor’s boundless agility forced him to learn how to utilize his body to keep up with her tight turns and sudden twists, until he was much more at home in his pelt than he was when he was first handed to her. Brightjaw also introduced him to the style of hunting that would eventually become what he excelled in: dragging down birds of prey from the sky. It was his skillfulness in that regard that eventually earned him his warrior name: Hawkfall.
As a newly made warrior, Hawkfall was entirely unprepared for the horrors of the biting sickness, although it could be argued even the senior warriors were not better off than he was. Within the moon, the illness had completely infiltrated the Clan, and he could only watch helplessly as Halfbrook and Honeynose, as was his sister’s warrior name, were infected and died along with his mentor, Brightjaw, and many of his other clan mates, including Mudtail, as well. Even the leader, Doestar, eventually lost her last life to the disease. At such a young age, he was surrounded by so much death, so much dispair, and, in order to get through those trying times, he numbed himself to suffering around him, so that when his friends were sent away on the Great March, he just steeled himself and turned away.
SEXUALITY
Heterosexual
Cat Stock © Michael Frank Franz19 Moons
GENDER
Male
RANK
Warrior
APPEARANCE
Hawkfall is usually large and heavy for a Windclan cat, and not necessarily because of an impressive physique either. For the most part, his size is due to his large bone structure, although he does have muscle where it is needed. His shoulders are naturally broad, and his hind legs are extremely strong. As a result, he has the perfect build to drag birds of prey out of the sky, reaching them with one mighty leap and weighing them down to prevent them from flying away while other warriors help deal the finishing blow. Down his flank, he carries a deep scar from a near-fatal mistake during his hunting assessment as an apprentice, and it is visible through his short fur.
PERSONALITY
A hard worker, once Hawkfall has his mind set on something, he refuses to stop until he has reached his goal. Easily falling victim to very intense tunnel vision, his determination is, often times, both a boon and a bane. While this means that he is far from easily distracted from his duties, it also results in him not realizing that a break may be in order, even when he is unbelievably stressed and generally unhelpful.
Otherwise, he is an extremely respectful tom. Having been raised by an extremely formal mother, he picked up on her peculiar decorum. As a result, his every sentence is spoken in nearly the same cadence and tone, always amiable with a certain lilt towards the end. But, for however elegant his voice sounds, Hawkfall’s words are, occasionally, strung together in an awkward, uncommonly used phrase.
Still, for all his eloquence, it is obvious that he isn’t a proud cat. Never once thinking too highly of himself, while he can recognize his own strengths and play off them, he doesn’t take anything for granted. Having barely survived the biting sickness epidemic, he has come to terms with how fleeting life could be. Brushing aside compliments with an appreciative smile, he is quick to express his own honest admiration for his clan mates, aware that any moment they spend together could be their last.
HISTORY
It was no secret to the entire Clan that Hawk-kit’s mother, Halfbrook, and father, Mudtail, were estranged. There had been various complications in their relationship when his mother had become pregnant, and it was obvious from his father’s lack of presence at his birth that his parents were no longer mates, even if no one except for the two involved were sure of the details. But, whatever had occurred must have been extremely jarring, as Halfbrook never revealed the details of her kits’ lineage to either Hawk-kit or his sister, Honeykit. Instead, she taught them not to ask question, a lesson that came in handy when Hawk-kit grew into nearly the splitting image of his biological father.
At six moons old, he was already larger than his sister, and even some of the older apprentices. So, it was a blessing for him to finally undergo his apprentice ceremony and move into the larger den, clearing out of the stuffy nursery and the too-small nests built there. Placed in the hands of a scrappy she-cat, Brightjaw, his first few moons as an apprentice was spent scrambling around after her, tripping over his unwieldy paws as she, with her slight frame, darted back-and-forth effortlessly. But, his mentor’s boundless agility forced him to learn how to utilize his body to keep up with her tight turns and sudden twists, until he was much more at home in his pelt than he was when he was first handed to her. Brightjaw also introduced him to the style of hunting that would eventually become what he excelled in: dragging down birds of prey from the sky. It was his skillfulness in that regard that eventually earned him his warrior name: Hawkfall.
As a newly made warrior, Hawkfall was entirely unprepared for the horrors of the biting sickness, although it could be argued even the senior warriors were not better off than he was. Within the moon, the illness had completely infiltrated the Clan, and he could only watch helplessly as Halfbrook and Honeynose, as was his sister’s warrior name, were infected and died along with his mentor, Brightjaw, and many of his other clan mates, including Mudtail, as well. Even the leader, Doestar, eventually lost her last life to the disease. At such a young age, he was surrounded by so much death, so much dispair, and, in order to get through those trying times, he numbed himself to suffering around him, so that when his friends were sent away on the Great March, he just steeled himself and turned away.
SEXUALITY
Heterosexual
Background Stock © HermitCrabStock
