Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2009 18:12:04 GMT -8
Name: Hawktalon
Clan: Riverclan
Age: 15 Moons
Gender: Male
Position: Warrior
Short Description:
Description:
Clan: Riverclan
Age: 15 Moons
Gender: Male
Position: Warrior
Short Description:
Description:
Hawktalon a long, slender tom. His pelt is a deep midnight black, though his muzzle and front white paw are pure white. He's agile and quick due to his slim body and long, but sturdy legs. His tail is quite long as well, almost longer than his body but not fluffy. His eyes are a dark forest green, tinged with flecks of gold, lighting up his mature, handsome face.Attitude:
He is a very good-natured and gentle cat. He aims to be the best he can be and is very confident in his abilities. He can be very proud and ambitious, sometimes a very bad flaw. He's very easy-going, charming, and calm usually.History:
Hawktalon was in a litter of three, the only one strong enough to survive. His mother and father were Moonfur and Blackpelt. His father died in a tragic accident while hunting and his mother died while giving birth to her second litter while he was just about to become an warrior.RP Example:
(This from a roleplay of another of my cats Lightningpaw from my other site)Password: (purple)
Did the moon have any worries? No, of course not. It just came and went as it pleased. It didn't sneak around the sun's back, it just did as it was supposed to. The moon...
'Here I go comparing myself to the moon. What a silly thought. Especially since I've gotten myself in much deeper than I should be.' Lightningpaw snapped out of his thoughts, looking away from the night sky where the moon only half shone through the clouds now. It didn't matter, Heronpaw, Woodpaw, and he had been training for weeks in the night, so his eyes had learned to adjust. He could almost see as if it were day or a complete full moon. For now, he sat out to the side and was supposed to be paying attention as Burntstar taught a new move. He would probably be scolded harshly for doing so, as if it were foolish. But as always, he let his mind wander and start to doubt. Lately, the doubts had become more and more troubling. He didn't know about Woodpaw, but he would gladly give this up and stop, pretend it never happen if he could. But he also knew his brother wouldn't take that too lightly and most definately wouldn't leave. Actually....lately Heronpaw was starting to make him nervous. He was getting to ambitious for his own good and was like Burntstar's right paw. Wherever he went, so did Heronpaw. Lightningpaw never had play fight with him anymore, they were almost like they were fighting to the death. And as always, Lightningpaw made sure Heronpaw won. Otherwise....he'd suffer nasty consequences. Sighing, he finally turned his full attention back to Burntstar to listen. As always, this would be a loooong night.
