Post by < Bluestarintears > on Oct 22, 2006 16:08:11 GMT -5
Name: Hawkstar
Age: 27 moons
Gender: she-cat
Rank: leader
Clan: SkyClan
Appearance: Hawkstar has a short straw colored pelt; there are darker brown flecks covering her back, but the majority of it remains straw-colored. She is a very small cat, but is muscular, as an be seen in her limbs under her pelt. The she-cat’s eyes are of a deep blue color.
Personality: She is a very strict clan cat, and always goes by the warrior code. Her sense of humor is inevitably missing, she always has a very serious attitude. She always makes sure she does her duty to the clan, whether it be making sure there is a substantial amount of fresh kill for them or protecting it from a fox, badger, or some other threat. The she-cat can be picky about technique in combat and hunting, often critiquing herself. Hawkstar believes that the only way she can serve the clan is as a warrior. She doesn’t feel having a mate is her path, and doesn’t understand why anybody would have one. Therefore it can been easily seen that she never wants a mate or kits.
History: She was born in the clan. Her bother her mother and father were warriors, her mother Strawpelt and father Goldenclaw. Hawkstar was born in the first moon of new leaf, along with two other kits. Her sister, Leafkit, died as a kit from green cough . Her brother, who died as Sunpaw, was killed by a badger during his third moon of apprentice training. At 11 moons she was made a warrior. Sadly none of her family was able to see it. Both of her parents had been killed in an incident near the thunder path, though nobody is really sure how.
IC: A slight rustling could be heard in the nearly still and silent green-leaf night. Under the shine of the pale yet bright moonlight, a small figure of a she-cat could be seen. Her straw colored pelt appeared very pale, almost a silver or white color; the only exception was the darker brown flecks on her back, those which the illuminating night did not alter. Suddenly, she she-cat stopped. Getting into a crouch, her deep blue eyes reflected an image of the mouse, defenselessly sitting there collecting food. Too bad for the little mouse, looks like it’s going to become someone’s meal she thought to herself. Already in a crouch, she lifted a petite may, silently moving and placing it in front of her. Her eyes remained fixed on the prey.
Once within a few tail lengths of it, Hawkstar tensed her muscular back limbs. In a moment she would strike. Watching the small brown creature for a moment longer, she finally pounced at it, her small body a blur as she flew through the air. Landing precisely onto the mouse, Hawkstar kept firm hold on it with her front paw. Swiftly, the she-cat bent down and gave the mouse the final fatal bite.
Picking it up, Hawkstar looked up to the sky. The nearly full but waning moon was slowly exiting the sky. Dawn would be approaching soon, and with it the awakening of the clan. Slightly tired, the straw colored she-cat began on her way back to camp, her newly caught fresh kill grasped within her jaw.
(Pardon if there is Hawkstorm somewhere in there other than Hawkstar, I have this pretyped as Hawkstorm)
Age: 27 moons
Gender: she-cat
Rank: leader
Clan: SkyClan
Appearance: Hawkstar has a short straw colored pelt; there are darker brown flecks covering her back, but the majority of it remains straw-colored. She is a very small cat, but is muscular, as an be seen in her limbs under her pelt. The she-cat’s eyes are of a deep blue color.
Personality: She is a very strict clan cat, and always goes by the warrior code. Her sense of humor is inevitably missing, she always has a very serious attitude. She always makes sure she does her duty to the clan, whether it be making sure there is a substantial amount of fresh kill for them or protecting it from a fox, badger, or some other threat. The she-cat can be picky about technique in combat and hunting, often critiquing herself. Hawkstar believes that the only way she can serve the clan is as a warrior. She doesn’t feel having a mate is her path, and doesn’t understand why anybody would have one. Therefore it can been easily seen that she never wants a mate or kits.
History: She was born in the clan. Her bother her mother and father were warriors, her mother Strawpelt and father Goldenclaw. Hawkstar was born in the first moon of new leaf, along with two other kits. Her sister, Leafkit, died as a kit from green cough . Her brother, who died as Sunpaw, was killed by a badger during his third moon of apprentice training. At 11 moons she was made a warrior. Sadly none of her family was able to see it. Both of her parents had been killed in an incident near the thunder path, though nobody is really sure how.
IC: A slight rustling could be heard in the nearly still and silent green-leaf night. Under the shine of the pale yet bright moonlight, a small figure of a she-cat could be seen. Her straw colored pelt appeared very pale, almost a silver or white color; the only exception was the darker brown flecks on her back, those which the illuminating night did not alter. Suddenly, she she-cat stopped. Getting into a crouch, her deep blue eyes reflected an image of the mouse, defenselessly sitting there collecting food. Too bad for the little mouse, looks like it’s going to become someone’s meal she thought to herself. Already in a crouch, she lifted a petite may, silently moving and placing it in front of her. Her eyes remained fixed on the prey.
Once within a few tail lengths of it, Hawkstar tensed her muscular back limbs. In a moment she would strike. Watching the small brown creature for a moment longer, she finally pounced at it, her small body a blur as she flew through the air. Landing precisely onto the mouse, Hawkstar kept firm hold on it with her front paw. Swiftly, the she-cat bent down and gave the mouse the final fatal bite.
Picking it up, Hawkstar looked up to the sky. The nearly full but waning moon was slowly exiting the sky. Dawn would be approaching soon, and with it the awakening of the clan. Slightly tired, the straw colored she-cat began on her way back to camp, her newly caught fresh kill grasped within her jaw.
(Pardon if there is Hawkstorm somewhere in there other than Hawkstar, I have this pretyped as Hawkstorm)
