Hawkflight, Tom

[~Kaliet~]

Name: Hawkflight
Age: 11 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: ForestClan
Rank: Warrior
Eye Color: Blue
Description:

Hawkflight is a grey tabby. His grey fur is dull, making the black stripes in it stick out. He is an averge-sized cat. His fur is thin, making him although cool in the heat of Greenleaf, he's awfully cold in Leafbare. His eyes are soft blue.

Personality:

Hawkflight is pretty social, and is willing to talk to his clanmates. However, he tends to think of anyone not in ForestClan as his enemy. He is always willing to fight others not from his clan over the smallest of things. But his willingness to fight is a sign of loyalty. Although Hawkflight can come off as mean to some who don't know him, he fights to the bone for his friends.

History:

When Hawkflight was a kit, he had one sister, Robinkit. Robinkit was tiny, in fact she was so little, it was a wonder how she survived. Both she and her brother Hawkkit where best of pals, they did everything together. But Robinkit felt that their parents didn't like her as much as Hawkkit because of her tinyness. Soon they became apprentinces, and this became more apprent when their parents started to pay more atteintion to Hawkpaw rather than Robinpaw.
Near the end of their apprentinceship, Robinpaw was still barely bigger than a older kit. No matter how much Hawkpaw tried to confort her, Robinpaw kept thinking that if her parents thought of her being no use to the clan, than she was truely useless. The day before they where to be warriors, she decided to leave the clan.

"WHAT?" Said Hawkpaw, as he stared at his sister in surprise. He knew that their parents where unfair to her, but he never would have thought that she would leave the clan over that!
His sister, who although was no bigger than a kit, was just as fierce and tough like any warrior. She stared at Hawkpaw with her soft blue eyes for a moment before answering "Look, no one in this clan likes me because of my size. Any cat who walks through the entrance right now might think that I should be in the nursury rather than in the Warriors den! I'm just not cut out for being a warrior."

Robinpaw looked away, eyes filled with sadness. Anger filled up in Hawkpaw, it wasn't the whole clan against her, it was their parents!
Although their parents praised him the most, couldn't Robinpaw tell that he hates it? They keep pushing him to be the best and train whenever he wants to just go out and play.

"Look, it isn't easy on me neither." Hawkpaw said, begging for his sister to stay, "Besides, tomorrow we'll be warriors! You can hunt and fight as well as any cat, it doesn't matter if you're big or not..." Robinpaw shook her head, as she headed towards the camp entrance. "I'll live like a loner or rogue, perhaps maybe...maybe I'm just cut out to be a kittypet. I'm sure the twolegs will love a cute little cat like me."

Robinpaw walked out of the entrance, waving her tail goodbye. Tears swelled up in Hawkpaw's eyes. "No.....no! Don't go Robinpaw!" He shouted after her, wondering where his clanmates are. Someone has to stop Robinpaw from leaving, anyone! But the camp was eerily quiet and empty, all he could see was his sister walking out of camp to the deep unknown.

The next day when Hawkpaw accepted his warrior name Hawkflight, many patrols where sent out to find Robinpaw. But to no avail, there was no trace of her. Hawkflight vowed to one day find his sister, no matter what the cost.

RP Example:

Silverkit padded in the nursury, nervous as can be. She was about to be an warrior apprentince. But the thing was--she didn't belive in fighting. The horrible news of her parent's death ringed loudly in her ear. She remembered the day when she was told that her parent's where killed by rouges in a fight. Since then, Silverkit didn't like fighting at all, what will happen now when she becomes a warrior apprentince? One day she will be made to fight in a battle.
<>The gray tabby shooked her head. There has to be something else I can do! she thought. But what can she do, stay in the nursery forever? She had heard of cats who did that. But those cats where usually old warriors about to be put into the elder dens, or cats who joined the clan and didn't want to fight. Sighing, Silverkit gazed across the camp in till something hit her eye.
<>The medicene cats den! She could be a medicene cat! That would be a sure-fire way to help her clanmates without resorting to fight. She could see it now: healing, helping her clanmates. Learning how those herbs worked, and talking to Starclan.
<>At once Silverkit ran over to the medicene cat's den. She poked her head inside. "Hello?" She mewed. "It's Silverkit, and I have something to ask you..."

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same here

[chloe;;]

Good history, but you should use spell check, like in 'nursury'

Also, it would be better if your description and personality are more detailed.

Other than that, your bio is now... ACCEPTED!