Hawkpath>Shadowclan

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Name: Hawkpath
Age: 22 moons
Gender: Female
Desired Home: Shadowclan
Desired Position: Deputy
Appearance:

Hawkpath's head is somewhat blocky, narrowing off at her light pink nose. Her ears are slightly larger than average, but nothing looks out of proportion. Her eyes are the perfect almond shape in a shade of pale hazel green. Her body is thin , and her legs are long making her mostly built for speed. Do not underestimate her fighting ability, she has a wicked set of claws that you don't want to tangle with. Hawkpath's body is again long, even her tail for extra balance when running. Her pelt on the other hand starts with a satin smooth base coat of raven black, that completely covers her from head to toe. her upper coat is made up of random shades of light tan and tawny, that are rippled through her coat in a brindle fashion. Her face, happens to have less spots than her body only small snips of tan here and there, yet again surrounding her pale hazel green eyes.

Personality:

Hawkpath on some terms would be considered too quiet. She doesn't usually speak to cats that she doesn't know (Besides her clan) when she does speak, her voice is rather loud, like a deputy's should be. But in close quarters, or to an apprentice or kit she is very softly spoken, and usually isn't one to yell. Hawkpath is and always will be proud of Shadowclan. She would never scold her clanmates for no reason, or for a small one like the fresh kill pile being low. Hawkpath has also always been loyal to Starclan ever since she was first allowed to roam away from the nursery, and she's never broken the warrior code, and she doesn't plan to. Even though she isn't normally one to talk, once you get her to, she is usually quirky(Unless you catch her on a bad day) She Loves to be smart with her little quips, but she isn't trying to be rude or anything of the sort, she's just a smart alec. She also makes friends easily, very easily from her kind of quirkiness towards others, which gives her a very subtle advantage to the other deputies.

History:

"Brindlefur, only one?" The queen surpressed a hiss of distaste. In the darkness that surrounded the cat, the soft, velvety smoothness of Crow's voice sounded like carrion. The tom appeared, his dark, ebony coat blending in with the blackness. His green eyes glanced disdainfully at the lone kit suckling from its mother's teats. "Dear ancestors Flicktail, that one's smaller than the last batch!" This time the she-cat's snarl could not be held in, and it reached the tom's ears. He smirked. "Don't be angry, you know only the biggest live." Flicktail glanced up, rage welling up in her. This tom had killed three kits of hers before. No way was he going to get this one. She stood, ignoring the pleas and cries of the kit. Willowbranch smirked again and reached for the kit...
And Brindlefur slashed his throat, watching coldly as he died.
Of course, the queen wasn't able to cover up the tom's death, and it wasn't helped by the fact that he apparently was a friend of the late leader, before Cloverstar took up the mantle. The clan, horrified that she would do something so sinister to their dead leader's friend, turned away from her, ignoring her explanations of him killing her little kit. All except one - a young queen. Brindlefur knew that something would happen to her, and probably her kit. So she fled from the camp, and left her Hawk-kit in the caring paws of the only queen that believed her.
Nothing more was seen of Brindlefur after that.
Hawk-kit was told by her foster queen who her mother was almost as soon as she could understand the meaning of 'keep a secret'. She was told the whole story, and finally came to his conclusion that everything that could go wrong with her, will. Strangely enough, that didn't bother her, though the whispers that followed her around camp did. The distorted star was a cause for many rumors. Was he descendent from a great Starclan warrior?
The she-cat scoffed at the idea - why would that happen to her? But he didn't like it when they made comments about her; about her size, or her strange pelt color. She began to leap on anyone who said anything about her, and gave the medicine cat quite a few injuries to treat.
But she didn't mind. She was going to become a great warrior, anyone could see that.

Sample post:

Not needed

Family:

Sire: Willowbranch; Deceased
Dam: Brindlefur; deceased
Step Siblings:
Riotkit; Stillborn
Rainwisker; Unknown

Other:

Noper doodles!

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