Hawkpaw

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[atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/0Bdtu.png] Hawkpaw muscular, dark tabby tom with yellow-green eyes Tom 9 Moons FishClan Apprentice Personality: -quiet and shy -loyal to a fault -bold and brave -very bloodthirsty Hawkpaw is more of the strong, silent type. Rarely speaking up with his opinions, he tends to stay at the back of every meeting. He keeps his thoughts to himself, never speaking unless spoken to. Each time he opens his mouth to say something, he has likely considered the exact words to use for several minutes. Very reserved, he is skilled at coming and going without anyone noticing. Just a background character, he never gets involved in any discussions. No one else really knows his true thoughts and emotions, as his face is always kept carefully blank. A strange little apprentice, indeed. Yet, beneath his uncaring appearance lies a heart of gold. Hawkpaw, though young, would do anything, anything for his clan. Whenever a clanmate tells him to do something, no matter how ill-advised, he will follow them gladly. Should someone wish to sneak out at night to spy on RatClan, against the leader's wishes, all they need say is "But it's for our clan!" and he will be there. He isn't an idiot, mind you, he simply values his clanmates' trust above all else. In battle, there is nothing that can shake this young apprentice. Nothing. He will charge head-first into any conflict, with no regard for his own safety. This is how confident he is, of his own fighting ability. He will often volunteer for things that other's would consider a suicide mission. He holds a belief that many young cats do: that he is invincible, immortal. The thought that he might be defeated is simply incomprehensible. Hawkpaw knows that cats may die; he has certainly seen it often enough. He just doesn't believe that it could happen to him. And, he will admit it, he hates RatClan with a vengeance like no other. The moment someone suggests an attack on their enemies he is all for it. He lives for the heat of battle, for the taste of other's blood between his jaws. It is a common problem for FishClan cats, to be thickheaded and charge to an attack. He just has it... worse than most. Appearance: -tall and broad-shouldered -very muscular and strong -dark brown tabby -yellow eyes, with a hint of green Rather stereotypical for a FishClan cat, Hawkpaw is massive. Truly massive. The apprentice is nearly the size of several BirdClan warriors, and is larger than your average RatClan cat. Unluckily for them, he hasn't even stopped growing yet. His long legs can stretch great distances, so his steps are large. Though he isn't the most agile of cats, he can reach acceptable speeds due to his large strides. This handsome tom is a deep shade of brown, while even darker stripes decorate his flanks. A large splash of a lighter tan starts at his stomach, traveling up his chest and ending at his muzzle. His giant ears are a very deep pink, as is his nose. His eyes, somewhere between yellow and green, always have a guarded look. Though he lives for the thrill of battle, Hawkpaw owns very few scars. Several small, faded ones lie along his shoulders and flank, but there is nothing horribly noticeable. He simple hasn't lived long enough to accumulate too many wounds. History: Hawkpaw's parents were pure-blooded FishClan warriors. Massive creatures, with layer upon layer of muscle, they lived for the taste of RatClan blood between their teeth. Just your average FishClan cats. He was raised with a single sister, Dovepaw, who was much smaller and lighter. In the nursery, they wrestled often. Hawkpaw almost always won. He was a hyper kit, always cheerful, always happy. That is, until a few days before he was to be apprenticed. Then his entire world was changed. A raid on RatClan, quite a normal occurance, got both of his parents killed. At the same time. The young kit took it horribly, withdrawing within himself so that not even his sister could reach him. The ceremony, a few days later, was meant to cheer him up. Yet he didn't speak much to his mentor, refusing to be social at all, still mourning the loss of his parents. Even though it has been three entire moons since the accident, he is still quiet, withdrawn. He has also aquired a fierce hatred of all things RatClan, and looks forward to the end of his training as a chance to become a warrior and avenge his parents. Family: -Rockclaw (father) (FishClan) - StarClan -Heatherstripe (mother) (FishClan) - StarClan -Dovepaw (sister) (FishClan) - alive, no player Notes: Dunno what I'm going to do for a mentor for him. Perhaps Hollybreeze, and then Wolfpaw can be mentored by Pineclaw. So no one mentors their own character, and all...

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Accepted.