Post by Brackentail on Apr 13, 2011 10:11:20 GMT -5
Name: Hawktalon
Age: 42 moons (3 years and six months)
Gender: Male
Rank: Warrior
Clan: GustClan
Personality:
these are my likes
Hawktalon enjoys the outside air. A punishment for him would be to have an order to stay inside his den all day, especially if it were a cold day.
His favorite food consists of animals such as rabbits and mice, and the occasional finch or mole.
Hawktalon likes being complimented and praised, or shown some sort of acknowledgement that he did something right. Though he highly appreciates these things, he simply shows that he either didn't hear them or replies with a remark; Hawktalon is easily embarrassed.
these are my dislikes
Hawktalon hates the rain. It plasters his fur completely to his skin and it makes him feel like he's been thrown into a tight space that he can never escape from. The sound of it reminds him of a time when he lost someone very dear; though who that one he lost was, he wasn't sure.
He dislikes eating foods such as squirrel; he finds it far too stringy for his taste.
Hawktalon hates to admit that he was wrong or that the other cat is right. He'll back-talk the other and antagonize them until they agree with him instead or until he just can't take the argument anymore. He'll very, very rarely swallow his pride to say he wasn't right.
these are my habits
Hawktalon's habits appear quite easily and quite often. For example, he has a tendancy of twitching his ears whenever somebody compliments him, and his face forms an expression of embarrassment.
He also twitches his tail whenever somebody is beginning to irritate him or get on his nerves. If he's pissed off enough, Hawktalon simply becomes incredibly tense and stands there until he can think of a good comeback for the one who made him so angry. His tail tends to turn into a string of poofy fluff when he is in this state.
Physical Description:
Hawktalon is a dark brown tom cat with lighter brown tabby stripes and amber eyes.
Hawktalon's face is rather round, but it flattens where the cheecks start. The chin becomes a sort of small square shape. His muzzle is round at the top, and the bridge of his nose curves upward in almost an L-shape, as if it had been broken. His white whiskers stretch past his ears, but they aren't very curly like most whiskers. His are rather straight, only curving by the tips.
At first appearance, Hawktalon seems to be your average, lithe warrior with a regular build fit for fighting or hunting. However, he has actually lost his lithe shape and can no longer fight as well as he could have as an apprentice. His left shoulder slopes and it's quite noticable when you're close enough to him. He has a lopsided image up close, and he isn't your average size because of it.
Hawktalon's fur is short on his face, back and belly, but it grows longer as it reaches his lengthy tail. The fur's texture is somewhat rough on most of him, but his tail is soft like a cluster of feathers. A patch of fur is missing near the top of Hawktalon's left shoulder.
The pattern of Hawktalon's pelt consists of various stripes crisscrossing around his body. It has your basic tabby design, minus the two stripes going across his shoulder blades. These stripes stretch across his shoulders and move their way down half-way past his legs. At the end of those lines it turns back to the basic design. There is also one particular stripe that runs down Hawktalon's back from his neck to the tail tip.
Hawktalon's paws are shaped rather oddly; they seem to form into somewhat of a triangle look. The back of them is round and it curves to the paw's toes. This makes his claws feel sort of cramped, and it's hard to determine whether they are as sharp as a normal cat's or not. Some claws are sharper than his others, particularly his front claws. His back claws are mostly dull, and they aren't very useful for fights.
History:
When Hawktalon was just a kit, before he gained his name, he was attacked by a hawk flying across GustClan's lands. He was playing with his brother and sister, not suspecting anything to occur, and there it came: it swooped down to him, talons stretching toward him, as if attempting to pick him up and carry him away. Thankfully, Hawktalon's father came to push Hawktalon out of the way at the last second, and all that happened to Hawktalon was the loss of fur on his left shoulder. For some strange reason, that patch of fur never grew back.
Soon after Hawkkit was saved by his father, the deputy sent Hawkkit's father on a border patrol. The border patrol sent back a party member reporting a fight broke out, and Hawkkit's father never returned. Later, Hawkkit sat at his father's funeral in the pouring rain, unaware that this meant he had died.
He hadn't truly discovered his father's death until he became an apprentice, when his mother told him after his apprentice ceremony. Since then, Hawkkit acted cold toward his mother. He assumed he just didn't like his mother; he didn't want to see that he only acted cold toward her for simply telling her about his father's death. But it was fact. He so badly wished his mother was wrong that he began back-talking her, making rude remarks, and doing anything he could think of to prove her incorrect. Soon, this became his general behavior toward everyone.
When Hawkkit became Hawkpaw, he had been partnered up with a senior warrior whose name was Iceclaw. They didn't get along too well at first; Hawkpaw always talked back to his mentor, unless the leader was present. Hawkpaw had a tendancy of proving himself right in every occassion, trying to show Iceclaw that he already knew what he was doing, and still insisting others were wrong. He didn't stop his rude behavior until Iceclaw taught him a lesson he found very vaulable: if you think you already know everything, you won't learn anything new.
Hawkpaw then finally learned to listen to his mentor, and eventually, Iceclaw taught Hawkpaw everything he knew. Hawkpaw then became Hawktalon, named for his strangely shaped claws and the attack he faced as Hawkkit.
Other notes: Iceclaw's biography will be made later on.
Age: 42 moons (3 years and six months)
Gender: Male
Rank: Warrior
Clan: GustClan
Personality:
these are my likes
Hawktalon enjoys the outside air. A punishment for him would be to have an order to stay inside his den all day, especially if it were a cold day.
His favorite food consists of animals such as rabbits and mice, and the occasional finch or mole.
Hawktalon likes being complimented and praised, or shown some sort of acknowledgement that he did something right. Though he highly appreciates these things, he simply shows that he either didn't hear them or replies with a remark; Hawktalon is easily embarrassed.
these are my dislikes
Hawktalon hates the rain. It plasters his fur completely to his skin and it makes him feel like he's been thrown into a tight space that he can never escape from. The sound of it reminds him of a time when he lost someone very dear; though who that one he lost was, he wasn't sure.
He dislikes eating foods such as squirrel; he finds it far too stringy for his taste.
Hawktalon hates to admit that he was wrong or that the other cat is right. He'll back-talk the other and antagonize them until they agree with him instead or until he just can't take the argument anymore. He'll very, very rarely swallow his pride to say he wasn't right.
these are my habits
Hawktalon's habits appear quite easily and quite often. For example, he has a tendancy of twitching his ears whenever somebody compliments him, and his face forms an expression of embarrassment.
He also twitches his tail whenever somebody is beginning to irritate him or get on his nerves. If he's pissed off enough, Hawktalon simply becomes incredibly tense and stands there until he can think of a good comeback for the one who made him so angry. His tail tends to turn into a string of poofy fluff when he is in this state.
Physical Description:
Hawktalon is a dark brown tom cat with lighter brown tabby stripes and amber eyes.
Hawktalon's face is rather round, but it flattens where the cheecks start. The chin becomes a sort of small square shape. His muzzle is round at the top, and the bridge of his nose curves upward in almost an L-shape, as if it had been broken. His white whiskers stretch past his ears, but they aren't very curly like most whiskers. His are rather straight, only curving by the tips.
At first appearance, Hawktalon seems to be your average, lithe warrior with a regular build fit for fighting or hunting. However, he has actually lost his lithe shape and can no longer fight as well as he could have as an apprentice. His left shoulder slopes and it's quite noticable when you're close enough to him. He has a lopsided image up close, and he isn't your average size because of it.
Hawktalon's fur is short on his face, back and belly, but it grows longer as it reaches his lengthy tail. The fur's texture is somewhat rough on most of him, but his tail is soft like a cluster of feathers. A patch of fur is missing near the top of Hawktalon's left shoulder.
The pattern of Hawktalon's pelt consists of various stripes crisscrossing around his body. It has your basic tabby design, minus the two stripes going across his shoulder blades. These stripes stretch across his shoulders and move their way down half-way past his legs. At the end of those lines it turns back to the basic design. There is also one particular stripe that runs down Hawktalon's back from his neck to the tail tip.
Hawktalon's paws are shaped rather oddly; they seem to form into somewhat of a triangle look. The back of them is round and it curves to the paw's toes. This makes his claws feel sort of cramped, and it's hard to determine whether they are as sharp as a normal cat's or not. Some claws are sharper than his others, particularly his front claws. His back claws are mostly dull, and they aren't very useful for fights.
History:
When Hawktalon was just a kit, before he gained his name, he was attacked by a hawk flying across GustClan's lands. He was playing with his brother and sister, not suspecting anything to occur, and there it came: it swooped down to him, talons stretching toward him, as if attempting to pick him up and carry him away. Thankfully, Hawktalon's father came to push Hawktalon out of the way at the last second, and all that happened to Hawktalon was the loss of fur on his left shoulder. For some strange reason, that patch of fur never grew back.
Soon after Hawkkit was saved by his father, the deputy sent Hawkkit's father on a border patrol. The border patrol sent back a party member reporting a fight broke out, and Hawkkit's father never returned. Later, Hawkkit sat at his father's funeral in the pouring rain, unaware that this meant he had died.
He hadn't truly discovered his father's death until he became an apprentice, when his mother told him after his apprentice ceremony. Since then, Hawkkit acted cold toward his mother. He assumed he just didn't like his mother; he didn't want to see that he only acted cold toward her for simply telling her about his father's death. But it was fact. He so badly wished his mother was wrong that he began back-talking her, making rude remarks, and doing anything he could think of to prove her incorrect. Soon, this became his general behavior toward everyone.
When Hawkkit became Hawkpaw, he had been partnered up with a senior warrior whose name was Iceclaw. They didn't get along too well at first; Hawkpaw always talked back to his mentor, unless the leader was present. Hawkpaw had a tendancy of proving himself right in every occassion, trying to show Iceclaw that he already knew what he was doing, and still insisting others were wrong. He didn't stop his rude behavior until Iceclaw taught him a lesson he found very vaulable: if you think you already know everything, you won't learn anything new.
Hawkpaw then finally learned to listen to his mentor, and eventually, Iceclaw taught Hawkpaw everything he knew. Hawkpaw then became Hawktalon, named for his strangely shaped claws and the attack he faced as Hawkkit.
Other notes: Iceclaw's biography will be made later on.