Post by { Vortex } on Jul 15, 2010 9:41:18 GMT -5
Cats name: Hawkstrike
Age: 25 moons.
Group: ThunderClan.
Gender: Tom cat.
Position: Warrior.
Description:
Personality: Hawkstrike is a cat that thinks fighting with claw and tooth in the answer to any problem. He is known for being obnoxious, and questioning those in authority. Yes to most of his Clanmates he is just another classic hothead. Which is somewhat true. This tom's self esteem is anything but low. But like most cat's Hawkstrike can be dare I say it friendly. The only time this rare change in attitude will occure is are when he is in the company of his few close friends. Other then that Hawkstrike is an arrogant, and selfish tom cat.
Family: (optional)
History: Born in a litter of four kittens including himself. Hawkstrike was never in the spot light forcing him to do many drastic things to earn attention. His mother Ivycloud died shortly after giving birth to the kit's since it drained to much of her energy. The four kit's never knew the true identity of their father. And so they grew up his two sister's Honeyblaze, and Briarfur soon left to become kittypet's claiming it was the better life for them. That left Hawkstrike, and his closest sibling his brother named Blackstorm. They seemed to be at each other's sides all the time. It was hard on Hawkstrike when Blackstorm went missing one beautiful day in greenleaf. No cat ever knew the reason and neither did the tabby tom. But like all cat's he had to move on and push all his grief away. To this day Hawkstrike flat our refuses to think or talk about his past.
Role play sample: Hawkstrike opened his maw, pink tongue lolling out like a dog's. It was a habbit he had developed over the years when he became overheated. His thick dark fur sure didn't help any. The Tom shook his head to clear his mind knowing it was time to focus.
The mouse scurried across his line of vision. Muscles bunched in anticipation as he saw the rodent come to an abrupt halt near the base of a pine tree. Now. Hawkstrike sprang into action. In one fluent movement he pounced then landed paws out stretched landing a fatal blow to the head. "Gotcha." He meowed eyes glowing with pride. Bending down he snatched up the mouse and trotted back to camp.
Codeword: Cherry Pie.
Age: 25 moons.
Group: ThunderClan.
Gender: Tom cat.
Position: Warrior.
Description:
Personality: Hawkstrike is a cat that thinks fighting with claw and tooth in the answer to any problem. He is known for being obnoxious, and questioning those in authority. Yes to most of his Clanmates he is just another classic hothead. Which is somewhat true. This tom's self esteem is anything but low. But like most cat's Hawkstrike can be dare I say it friendly. The only time this rare change in attitude will occure is are when he is in the company of his few close friends. Other then that Hawkstrike is an arrogant, and selfish tom cat.
Family: (optional)
History: Born in a litter of four kittens including himself. Hawkstrike was never in the spot light forcing him to do many drastic things to earn attention. His mother Ivycloud died shortly after giving birth to the kit's since it drained to much of her energy. The four kit's never knew the true identity of their father. And so they grew up his two sister's Honeyblaze, and Briarfur soon left to become kittypet's claiming it was the better life for them. That left Hawkstrike, and his closest sibling his brother named Blackstorm. They seemed to be at each other's sides all the time. It was hard on Hawkstrike when Blackstorm went missing one beautiful day in greenleaf. No cat ever knew the reason and neither did the tabby tom. But like all cat's he had to move on and push all his grief away. To this day Hawkstrike flat our refuses to think or talk about his past.
Role play sample: Hawkstrike opened his maw, pink tongue lolling out like a dog's. It was a habbit he had developed over the years when he became overheated. His thick dark fur sure didn't help any. The Tom shook his head to clear his mind knowing it was time to focus.
The mouse scurried across his line of vision. Muscles bunched in anticipation as he saw the rodent come to an abrupt halt near the base of a pine tree. Now. Hawkstrike sprang into action. In one fluent movement he pounced then landed paws out stretched landing a fatal blow to the head. "Gotcha." He meowed eyes glowing with pride. Bending down he snatched up the mouse and trotted back to camp.
Codeword: Cherry Pie.
