Post by Hawkshadow on Jun 8, 2009 20:01:08 GMT -5
Name- Hawkshadow
Gender- Female
Age (In Moons)- 37 moons
Alliance/Clan- ShadowClan
Rank- Warrior
Image/Picture- None yet: will probably make over weekend
Description- Hawkshadow stands tall, with thick, short ginger, white and black calico fur. Black and ginger dominates most of her coat, with only a diamond of white of her chest and her belly is white. Her face is scarred, with a jagged pink line underneath her left eye and over her nose. She walks with graceful, confident, long strides as her light green eyes observe all... Or most.
Attitude/Personality- Unlike many ShadowClan cats, Hawkshadow does vaguely follow the ThunderClan description of her Clan. She usually has harsh words that sting, though she often doesn't mean for it to hurt that much. It's simply a part of her. Hawkshadow is often sarcastic and enjoys tweaking others' tails. In addition to all this, she is often absent-minded, for sh can become absorbed into what she is currently doing. All-in-all, she's a savage, aloof jokester.
History/Past- Hawkshadow was not a born clown. Instead, she was raised in a family of jokers, her just being sharp and quick. Her only brother, Smokekit (paw was as far as he got), walked around, playing pranks on everyone. Eventually, the foolish apprentice tried to prank a fox and payed with blood. After that Hawkshadow and her three sisters were less outgoing.
Hawkshadow was never picked on, she was never noticed, either. Her mentor, Aspenfang, hardened her, taught her to be cruel and from there she became a mix of what was taught and what runs in her blood.
When Hawkshadow was named a warrior, she was extremely happy. For almost a moon, she said no cruel or sarcastic words. Then her father died. He was old and had gone to the elders den a moon or two after Hawkshadow and her littermates were born. That restarted the cycle. For sunrises after that, she snapped at anyone who approached her, save when her leader approached or she had to go on patrol.
Eventually she recovered, and became what she is today. She never found any good friends, but she never made any enemies, either.
Other- Despite what many people have their characters like, Hawkshadow doesn't think she's cruel. It's really just what she grew up with.
Theme Song- Neh. None Maybe later.
Example Of Role-Playing- Hawkshadow bounded thoughtlessly through the marsh, allowing herself to be absorbed into the action, whipping past frogs and other creatures with her long strides. Her calico fur camouflaged her well, especially since her belly and chest was caked in mud. The green-eyed she-cat had never minded mud. Instead, splashing through mud was a welcome sensation, to have the sticky substance soak through her thick fur...
Allowing herself a yelp of joy, she dove into a deep mud puddle. She shook mus off of her fur and allowed herself to think again. Who says you can't be happy and sarcastic? Flicking her ears, she inhaled deeply, calming herself and readying her senses.
Frog. Mouse. Crow. Hawkshadow smiled. The frog would be tasty. Location the exact location of the frog, she ran forward soundlessly and leaped, crushing the frog's head with her paws when she landed. Scooping the frog up in her mouth and chomping down hard, Hawkshadow thanked StarClan and savored the fact that she was not on patrol.
Code Word- Warrior Cats
How did you find out about Us- Sorrowstar of this site mentioned this site in the c-box, and when I lost the link used Impaledtailz's advertisement.
Gender- Female
Age (In Moons)- 37 moons
Alliance/Clan- ShadowClan
Rank- Warrior
Image/Picture- None yet: will probably make over weekend
Description- Hawkshadow stands tall, with thick, short ginger, white and black calico fur. Black and ginger dominates most of her coat, with only a diamond of white of her chest and her belly is white. Her face is scarred, with a jagged pink line underneath her left eye and over her nose. She walks with graceful, confident, long strides as her light green eyes observe all... Or most.
Attitude/Personality- Unlike many ShadowClan cats, Hawkshadow does vaguely follow the ThunderClan description of her Clan. She usually has harsh words that sting, though she often doesn't mean for it to hurt that much. It's simply a part of her. Hawkshadow is often sarcastic and enjoys tweaking others' tails. In addition to all this, she is often absent-minded, for sh can become absorbed into what she is currently doing. All-in-all, she's a savage, aloof jokester.
History/Past- Hawkshadow was not a born clown. Instead, she was raised in a family of jokers, her just being sharp and quick. Her only brother, Smokekit (paw was as far as he got), walked around, playing pranks on everyone. Eventually, the foolish apprentice tried to prank a fox and payed with blood. After that Hawkshadow and her three sisters were less outgoing.
Hawkshadow was never picked on, she was never noticed, either. Her mentor, Aspenfang, hardened her, taught her to be cruel and from there she became a mix of what was taught and what runs in her blood.
When Hawkshadow was named a warrior, she was extremely happy. For almost a moon, she said no cruel or sarcastic words. Then her father died. He was old and had gone to the elders den a moon or two after Hawkshadow and her littermates were born. That restarted the cycle. For sunrises after that, she snapped at anyone who approached her, save when her leader approached or she had to go on patrol.
Eventually she recovered, and became what she is today. She never found any good friends, but she never made any enemies, either.
Other- Despite what many people have their characters like, Hawkshadow doesn't think she's cruel. It's really just what she grew up with.
Theme Song- Neh. None Maybe later.
Example Of Role-Playing- Hawkshadow bounded thoughtlessly through the marsh, allowing herself to be absorbed into the action, whipping past frogs and other creatures with her long strides. Her calico fur camouflaged her well, especially since her belly and chest was caked in mud. The green-eyed she-cat had never minded mud. Instead, splashing through mud was a welcome sensation, to have the sticky substance soak through her thick fur...
Allowing herself a yelp of joy, she dove into a deep mud puddle. She shook mus off of her fur and allowed herself to think again. Who says you can't be happy and sarcastic? Flicking her ears, she inhaled deeply, calming herself and readying her senses.
Frog. Mouse. Crow. Hawkshadow smiled. The frog would be tasty. Location the exact location of the frog, she ran forward soundlessly and leaped, crushing the frog's head with her paws when she landed. Scooping the frog up in her mouth and chomping down hard, Hawkshadow thanked StarClan and savored the fact that she was not on patrol.
Code Word- Warrior Cats
How did you find out about Us- Sorrowstar of this site mentioned this site in the c-box, and when I lost the link used Impaledtailz's advertisement.