Post by Hawksong on Feb 5, 2007 20:37:38 GMT -5
+ Name of Cat +
Hawksong
+ Age of Cat +
42 Moons
+ Clan of Cat +
LittleClan
+ Apprentice of Cat +
None
+ Gender of Cat +
Tom
+ Appearance +
During the colder months the tom’s coat becomes obnoxiously shaggy and thick, to his great disgust. In the warmer seasons it’s a mildly shorter, more tamer length. Either long or short, his fur is always a mixture of red-rust tones with hints and shades of black. The red color is the dominate color, while lighter high lights are on his lower jaw, neck, and underbelly. Darker shades cover all four of his feet, top of his head/ears, randomly along his spine, and the top-tip of his tail.
Hawksong is rather large, and comes off as a warrior rather then a medicine cat. Though be blames his fur for his bulk. Underneath all that fluff, he likes to say he’s slender with just the right amount of muscle.
His eyes are a soft cloudy blue–the blue that appears in the sky before a storm.
+ Personality +
As most medicine cats are, Hawksong has a sweet disposition and unwavering paitence towards others, as long as it isn’t tested. He’s neither slow or snappy, but rather waits for others to explain themselves; simply, here hears them out. He’s not quick to judge nor is he one for caring about the hostility his clan may have upon another. As a medicine cat, he does not let clan boundaries sway him from helping any cat, his clan or not, in need.
Perhaps a bit stubborn, Hawksong likes to do things his own way. He has never been one to follow set rules, and for that, he’s creative. This has both it’s upsides and downside. It enables him to think outside the box for new ways of curing sudden and unknown illnesses, but it also lands him into trouble when it doesn’t go the way he expected it to.
Just because he’s a medicine cat doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how to fight. If the time calls for it, he can be devious and a fair opponent in battle–who knows, maybe he could poison his foe to avoid fighting? He doesn’t much like the claw to claw fights.
+ History +
Hawksong was born into LittleClan in a litter of four kits not expected to make it past their first night. The Queen was one of the oldest, and knew for a fact the litter would be underdeveloped and malnourished. She was right. The four kits; three females and one male, were half the size they should be and didn’t mewl when she first birthed them She accepted their fate with a heavy heart.
Though to her surprise, two made it through the night...then through the week, and slowly time kept going on. Hawkit was among the two. The kits grew fast, making up for what they weren’t born with. The old queen had declared them her little miracles and took extra pride in her last litter; even babying them a little.
Time flew by the two kits were apprenticed. The she-kit showed more spunk in both battling and fighting then Hawkpaw did. His heart was never in it. Instead, his attentions were on the clan medicine cat–who already had an apprentice. Knowing that he wouldn’t be able to become one, he turned his attention to becoming a warrior, always one step behind his sister when something put a spin on the young tom’s life; the apprentice stepped down. The former medicine cat apprentice claimed that StarClan had sent her a sign; she was not to be a medicine cat, but another was, Hawkpaw. Thrilled by the turn of events the little apprentice devoted himself to learning all he could, even challenging the medicine cat and helping them both learn deeper into the understandings of herbs.
When the medicine cat found he was fit, she too stepped down and joined the ranks of the elders, but not before bestowing Hawkpaw with his full fledged medicine cat name, picked from StarClan themselves as medicine cat names are.
+ Why Medicine Cat? +
Ever since I’ve been role playing warriors, I’ve loved the medicine cats and found myself memorizing the herbs, or looking them up on various search engines. I liked the idea of being able to help the injured cats of my clan, usually frustrated when I could do nothing.
+ Why You? +
Because I'm loveable.
[/font][/size]Hawksong
+ Age of Cat +
42 Moons
+ Clan of Cat +
LittleClan
+ Apprentice of Cat +
None
+ Gender of Cat +
Tom
+ Appearance +
During the colder months the tom’s coat becomes obnoxiously shaggy and thick, to his great disgust. In the warmer seasons it’s a mildly shorter, more tamer length. Either long or short, his fur is always a mixture of red-rust tones with hints and shades of black. The red color is the dominate color, while lighter high lights are on his lower jaw, neck, and underbelly. Darker shades cover all four of his feet, top of his head/ears, randomly along his spine, and the top-tip of his tail.
Hawksong is rather large, and comes off as a warrior rather then a medicine cat. Though be blames his fur for his bulk. Underneath all that fluff, he likes to say he’s slender with just the right amount of muscle.
His eyes are a soft cloudy blue–the blue that appears in the sky before a storm.
+ Personality +
As most medicine cats are, Hawksong has a sweet disposition and unwavering paitence towards others, as long as it isn’t tested. He’s neither slow or snappy, but rather waits for others to explain themselves; simply, here hears them out. He’s not quick to judge nor is he one for caring about the hostility his clan may have upon another. As a medicine cat, he does not let clan boundaries sway him from helping any cat, his clan or not, in need.
Perhaps a bit stubborn, Hawksong likes to do things his own way. He has never been one to follow set rules, and for that, he’s creative. This has both it’s upsides and downside. It enables him to think outside the box for new ways of curing sudden and unknown illnesses, but it also lands him into trouble when it doesn’t go the way he expected it to.
Just because he’s a medicine cat doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how to fight. If the time calls for it, he can be devious and a fair opponent in battle–who knows, maybe he could poison his foe to avoid fighting? He doesn’t much like the claw to claw fights.
+ History +
Hawksong was born into LittleClan in a litter of four kits not expected to make it past their first night. The Queen was one of the oldest, and knew for a fact the litter would be underdeveloped and malnourished. She was right. The four kits; three females and one male, were half the size they should be and didn’t mewl when she first birthed them She accepted their fate with a heavy heart.
Though to her surprise, two made it through the night...then through the week, and slowly time kept going on. Hawkit was among the two. The kits grew fast, making up for what they weren’t born with. The old queen had declared them her little miracles and took extra pride in her last litter; even babying them a little.
Time flew by the two kits were apprenticed. The she-kit showed more spunk in both battling and fighting then Hawkpaw did. His heart was never in it. Instead, his attentions were on the clan medicine cat–who already had an apprentice. Knowing that he wouldn’t be able to become one, he turned his attention to becoming a warrior, always one step behind his sister when something put a spin on the young tom’s life; the apprentice stepped down. The former medicine cat apprentice claimed that StarClan had sent her a sign; she was not to be a medicine cat, but another was, Hawkpaw. Thrilled by the turn of events the little apprentice devoted himself to learning all he could, even challenging the medicine cat and helping them both learn deeper into the understandings of herbs.
When the medicine cat found he was fit, she too stepped down and joined the ranks of the elders, but not before bestowing Hawkpaw with his full fledged medicine cat name, picked from StarClan themselves as medicine cat names are.
+ Why Medicine Cat? +
Ever since I’ve been role playing warriors, I’ve loved the medicine cats and found myself memorizing the herbs, or looking them up on various search engines. I liked the idea of being able to help the injured cats of my clan, usually frustrated when I could do nothing.
+ Why You? +
Because I'm loveable.