RiddleHawk---(Thunder)

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Name: RiddleHawk
Clan: Thunderclan
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Position: Deputy
Short Description: Brown tabby tom with gold eyes
Description:

RiddleHawk is a big tom. His long legs are covered in black stripes. He has a bit of white on his face. His chest is white and it extends up his neck. He has white paws and a black tipped tail. He isn't a long hair, he's a short hair but he'll shed in the summer. When winter rolls around he'll get pretty shaggy. He's overly massive, big is just an understatement. His mother, an overly large Maine Coon had mated with a rather small wildcat, giving him his overly large frame.

Attitude:

RiddleHawk is a very calm tom. He is extremly patient when it comes to kits and apprentices, working with them instead of against them. He loves to be around other cats and is very very friendly. When intruders come around he is very polite and well mannered but if attacked he'll fight back, hard.

History:

His mother: Sandclaw
Clan: StarClan

His Father: BearPelt
Clan: StarClan.

Siblings: TornEar, WhiteEye, GrassPelt
Clan: All to StarClan.

(All were loners until their deaths)

RP Example:

Anastasia looked at him through the front window of the police car, though she was at the back. Red and blue lights flashed across her face and she watched her beloved being taken away. She watched, tears streaming down her face as he was being taken away. Not as she was, in a police car. But in a ambulance, his chest and face bloodied. Blood, the very essence of her kind. His lifeblood was spilled across the pavement, giving it a crimson hue. Her sweet, sweet Demetri. Gone. Forever gone. She broke down, sobbing into the cushions of the police cruiser. She didn't want to talk about it. No, that was what she wanted least! But that's why she was in there. She watched the police officers tape off the crime scene, watched them chalk out where his body was found on the pavement. It was too much for her to bear and she fainted.

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Riddlehawk was livid. He had left the clans for a matter of moons to go on a scouting mission and now this?! Some young...KIT had come in and taken his place? No. He growled to himself, his long fangs temporarily becoming viewed as he shifted his mouth. He blinked slowly, his one remaining gold eye flashing brilliantly. He hadn't gone through all this trouble just to lose his position yet again. He limped towards Thunderclan, but stopped. His bad paw was acting up and he was in a good deal of pain. It seems that the old injuries from the battle with FrostStorm were going to haunt him forever. The grizzled tom shook his head and climbed up a tree, no small feat given his one front paw. The other paw's claws had long since decayed away due to their non-use. He sighed, laying his shaggy head on his massive paws. It was going to be a long night of thinking for him.

[CROOKY]

Lol so do you want him in any position or just normal warrior?