Post by Belfire on Nov 23, 2016 1:17:04 GMT -6
Character name: Hawkheart
Clan: Thunderclan
Gender: Male - Tom
Age: 86 moons ( 7 years and 4 months )
Rank: Deputy
Appearance: img04.deviantart.net/be0a/i/2016/156/0/f/hawkfrost_by_purespiritflower-da55xw7.png (I do not own the art and i have changed the name as i wanted it to be. Everything belongs to the owner. )
Description: Hawkheart is a large, sleek, muscular, long-legged, broad-shouldered, mackerel-striped, dark brown tabby tom with a snow-white underbelly, a bushy tail, a scarred, broad muzzle, long, thorn-sharp, hooked claws, and pale, icy blue eyes.
Personality: Serious and friendly cat. Looks upon his clan mates like their the last on the world would gladly give his life for every each one of them no matter for what and where. Tho sometimes he can get very dark and cold his past has always troubled him and tho he doesn't want to talk about it all the clan knows that the only way to make him smile again is to make him talk and set the words fly free with his feelings. In battle his strong, mighty and glorious like he always tries to prove to someone to make someone proud. In the clan his mostly hunting he loves to help and does the apprentices's jobs for them, tho he knows it's not right he likes to brag about how good they are in hunting, tho he brings the most food back to camp. He has always aimed for the leader rank, tho never has the chance. Someone or something is pulling him up there.
History: Hawkkit was born among his clan cats. He has grown free with his mother and father, they have always let him run free and leave camp whenever he liked to. Hawkkit was an energetic and wild kit dreamed to be the leader of Thunderclan pulled by this dream he had been proving himself his worth it all his life. Just from little kit he wanted to join the warriors without being an apprentice, but of course that would be impossible. When he finally was accepted as an apprentice to his own father. He was the best of the best, tried his hard to show his mother and father that he is worth it. His father was never proud of him, always wanted more of him. While his mother was proud of his hunting skills and most of the time she was playing with him to make him relax a bit. The day he earned his warrior name he lost his mother. No one knows how, Hawkheart father returns in the clan with his mate in his mouth, covered in wounds and blood. From that day on Hawkheart father was silent. Never said a word again and Hawkheart himself never heard those words. *I'm proud of you son* His father passed away from sadness three moons later. Hawkheart was left alone and each night he lifted his head up looking at the stars remembering of his parents, mostly of his mother and their games of hide and seek and their races. After his first fight with his few warriors that had grown up with him, he got a small scar on his muzzle and everyone thought his weak and his past is pulling him back. Tho his hunting skills got a lot better. The leader had appointed an apprentice to Hawkheart with the words *Your father was a great mentor to you, Tho you didn't learn everything from him, but your hunting skills are the best in the clan, We need more like you!* His first apprentice was Brownpaw. But after two moons of training Brownpaw disappears in the woods after it was sent by Hawkheart to bring some food back to camp. The leader saw in Hawkheart great sadness and that his will is breaking and decided to give him hope appointing him for the deputy of Thunderclan. Hawkheart accepted it with honor and said that he will guard his title as he guards his clan mates. With his life. From that day on Hawkheart has served his clan on one-hundred percent. Always ready for what ever the leader told him to do. He had some memories of herbs because of his mother but he never tended to use them, unless it was for his leader or for himself. Never shared his knowledge with others except hunting.
Other: Hawkheart always stood on the leaders den at the top of the rock each night looking in sky full of stars replying. "The woods will never be the same, and there is only one cat to be blamed."
Clan: Thunderclan
Gender: Male - Tom
Age: 86 moons ( 7 years and 4 months )
Rank: Deputy
Appearance: img04.deviantart.net/be0a/i/2016/156/0/f/hawkfrost_by_purespiritflower-da55xw7.png (I do not own the art and i have changed the name as i wanted it to be. Everything belongs to the owner. )
Description: Hawkheart is a large, sleek, muscular, long-legged, broad-shouldered, mackerel-striped, dark brown tabby tom with a snow-white underbelly, a bushy tail, a scarred, broad muzzle, long, thorn-sharp, hooked claws, and pale, icy blue eyes.
Personality: Serious and friendly cat. Looks upon his clan mates like their the last on the world would gladly give his life for every each one of them no matter for what and where. Tho sometimes he can get very dark and cold his past has always troubled him and tho he doesn't want to talk about it all the clan knows that the only way to make him smile again is to make him talk and set the words fly free with his feelings. In battle his strong, mighty and glorious like he always tries to prove to someone to make someone proud. In the clan his mostly hunting he loves to help and does the apprentices's jobs for them, tho he knows it's not right he likes to brag about how good they are in hunting, tho he brings the most food back to camp. He has always aimed for the leader rank, tho never has the chance. Someone or something is pulling him up there.
History: Hawkkit was born among his clan cats. He has grown free with his mother and father, they have always let him run free and leave camp whenever he liked to. Hawkkit was an energetic and wild kit dreamed to be the leader of Thunderclan pulled by this dream he had been proving himself his worth it all his life. Just from little kit he wanted to join the warriors without being an apprentice, but of course that would be impossible. When he finally was accepted as an apprentice to his own father. He was the best of the best, tried his hard to show his mother and father that he is worth it. His father was never proud of him, always wanted more of him. While his mother was proud of his hunting skills and most of the time she was playing with him to make him relax a bit. The day he earned his warrior name he lost his mother. No one knows how, Hawkheart father returns in the clan with his mate in his mouth, covered in wounds and blood. From that day on Hawkheart father was silent. Never said a word again and Hawkheart himself never heard those words. *I'm proud of you son* His father passed away from sadness three moons later. Hawkheart was left alone and each night he lifted his head up looking at the stars remembering of his parents, mostly of his mother and their games of hide and seek and their races. After his first fight with his few warriors that had grown up with him, he got a small scar on his muzzle and everyone thought his weak and his past is pulling him back. Tho his hunting skills got a lot better. The leader had appointed an apprentice to Hawkheart with the words *Your father was a great mentor to you, Tho you didn't learn everything from him, but your hunting skills are the best in the clan, We need more like you!* His first apprentice was Brownpaw. But after two moons of training Brownpaw disappears in the woods after it was sent by Hawkheart to bring some food back to camp. The leader saw in Hawkheart great sadness and that his will is breaking and decided to give him hope appointing him for the deputy of Thunderclan. Hawkheart accepted it with honor and said that he will guard his title as he guards his clan mates. With his life. From that day on Hawkheart has served his clan on one-hundred percent. Always ready for what ever the leader told him to do. He had some memories of herbs because of his mother but he never tended to use them, unless it was for his leader or for himself. Never shared his knowledge with others except hunting.
Other: Hawkheart always stood on the leaders den at the top of the rock each night looking in sky full of stars replying. "The woods will never be the same, and there is only one cat to be blamed."