Warhawk ~ ShadowClan

[havok]

[Warhawk]
[War- She was born during a battle between the Clans at the camp. Hawk- Her favorite bird, also for the fact that she fights and hunts quickly and efficiently, then for her red-brown pelt.]

[Female]
[ShadowClan]
[19 moons]
[Warrior]

____________[LOOKS]

Warhawk is medium in size, with a long-haired, normally sleek, pelt. The general color of her pelt is a dark red-brown, fading to a cream color for her underbelly, tail and face. A dark stripe runs from her head down to her tail, accenting her already unusual pelt. Her eyes are an icy-blue, highlighted by the same cream colored fur of her underbelly. She has dark ‘ticking’ marks above her eyes and ‘blushed’ or ‘burnt’ fur beneath them. The leather of her nose and paw pads are pink, as are the insides of her ears. In general, she is a lithe, sleek, and athletic she-cat with raw power to back up her soft steps. She has a few scars from past battles. A four-claw scar marks her right thigh. One small slash scar falls across the left corner of her left eye.



____________[PERSONA]

An honorable, but adventurous spirit, Warhawk loves her life as a warrior. Loyal to a fault, she's a zealot for ShadowClan so any cat that would dare dishonor their name will soon have Warhawk there to punish them for their offenses. Like any good warrior, Warhawk is distrustful of rogues, kittypets, other clan cats, and strangers in general. If she is ever alone with such a cat/ cats, she’ll soon repremand them for being in her presence and try to scare them off. If with others, she won’t even bother to talk to the strangers, she will not waste words on them, she’d rather others do so.

Even so, she’s a friendly and helpful warrior to her Clanmates, always doing her best to make sure every belly is filled before her own, even going against the orders of her Leader to do so. Hanging on every word an Elder says, she has a love of stories that’s unfounded in others. She knows many and is even working on making her own, going on adventures whenever she can, just so long as she knows her Clan is safe and fed. She loves her Clan with all her heart and would rather die than let it fall.

____________[HISTORY]

Ghostwing and Angryfang had felt they were in love at first, but after mating, the love soon died away, and they split ways within the Clan. However, it didn’t mean Ghostwing wouldn’t take care of the kits forged from the union, in fact she called the kits growing within her her’s and only her’s, just to spite Angryfang. Sadly, he didn’t seem to care. He died just before the kits were born, in a battle to protect their Clan from enemy Clans. Ghostwing gave birth during the battle. The birth was bad, the first kit, a son, was born dead, the second, a daughter, was trampled by an enemy warrior who’d clawed his way into the nursery, attacking both Ghostwing and the Medicine Cat. They brought him down quickly enough, then moved to a safer area to bear the final she-kit, who was named Warkit.

Born in blood and battle, Warhawk was raised to it. Though not the best at fighting, there was never a battle she shyed away from. She grew to love the rush, the challenge, and even the pain at times. Better at hunting than battle, she practiced hard every day to grow stronger, faster, and hardier. When a border battle with RiverClan was over heard by her patrol, she immediately jumped into the fray. Though the battle resulted in a draw, she earned a scar on her right thigh and got even with the warrior that had done it in the bargain. The day before she became a warrior, a marsh hawk had tried snatching a kit out of the nursery. Warpaw, at the time, had tackled it to the ground and scuffled with it for a bit before the older warriors killed it, but it had given her an eye scar to remember it by, not that she minded it though. The next day, she was named Warhawk and has been a proud warrior for seven moons now.

Ever since, she's gone on several adventures, both good and bad. She hasn't really minded it though, it takes both sorts of adventures to make a good story. Since she became a warrior, she's chased off intruders on her territory, hunted alongside her Clanmates, Spent quality time with Ghostwing and Stormcry, and gone to a gathering. The gathering was probably the biggest high-point in her life as a Warrior and for all the Clans. Duskstar, the Leader of ThunderClan has made a claim on the whole forest. Being a loyal cat of ShadowClan, and a strict follower of the old ways, Warhawk was one of the first to speak out against the mad Leader, violently. Though ashamed of her outburst, many others agreed with her and now ShadowClan and WindClan stand against ThunderClan and RiverClan. The war has yet to start, and Warhawk wonders what will be the trigger.

Lately, she had a run-in with the vile ThunderClan Leader, himself. He was spying on her from across the Thunderpath, saying strange things to her, taunting her. She went over to him, in the middle of the Thunderpath, to repremand him for being there when a Monster nearly killed them both. Duskstar saved her life, but even so, he was still a monster. He threatened her while saying he loved her, and Warhawk threatened back. They were about to fight when Marshflight came and attacked the ThunderClan Leader. Wanting to help her Deputy against the mad Leader, Warhawk made a leap for him, only to have her attack foiled and the ThunderClan Leader force himself upon her. From there, Marshflight freed her and she ran home, traumatized by the experience, the next few days were a blur.

After three days, she tried to get back to her life like normal. Though her mother and Stormcry fuss over her a bit, she just shrugs them off. If anything, the experience has made her even more solitary than normal. She talks less and thinks more. Hopefully, with time, it will heal, and she'll be her good, old-self again. Hopefully.

____________[IC]

((This is an excerpt from the past, when she got her eye scar.))

Trotting into camp with a limp pheasant hanging from her jaws, Warpaw jauntily dropped it onto the fresh-kill pile, particularly proud of this kill. After all, her normally, grumpy and stiff-lipped mentor had actually given her praise over the colorful bird. Another warrior just coming in to drop off his kills noticed the bird and nodded to her as well. Warpaw’s heart soared. She loved doing good for her Clan and tomorrow, she’d become the best she could be for them. Well, at least, that’s what her mentor had said after her assessment. It was a good day.

Suddenly, a mother from the nursery shrieked, “My kit!!! It’s got my kit!!!” which immediately snapped Warpaw out of her daydream and back into camp. She whirled catching sight of a great, brown, marsh hawk beginning to lift back into the sky with its newest catch, the still squirming and mewling kit. Without thinking, Warpaw hurled herself at the winged monster. Too heavy for the hawk to bear, all three of them hit the camp ground with a loud thud. Warpaw heard a mother’s cries of anguish, a kit’s cries of pain, the hawk’s shrieks of surprise, and her Clanmates’ startled yowls, but all she could see was the hawk. It clawed at her belly and tried to peck at her eyes. She squeezed her eyes shut and fought blindly, biting a wing, holding it with her front claws, and tearing at its belly with her hind claws. It jumped up once, almost slipping from her grasp and clawing at her left eye, but the older warriors tackled it and killed it.

____________[FAMILY]

Mother - Ghostwing (alive, but is now an Elder)
Father - Angryfang (deceased)
Brother - un-named (died during birth)
Sister - un-named (died soon after birth)
(Ghostwing and Angryfang are open to be made and played, though Angryfang would obviously be in StarClan)
Kits (yet to be born)
- Palekit (Played by me, the kit of Duskstar)
- Silverkit (Played by Snakey, the kit of Duskstar)
- Sorrelkit (Played by boo, the kit of Indigo)
- Pinekit (Open to be made and played, the kit of Indigo)

Mentor! - Stormcry (Alive, my other SC warrior)

[PASSWORD]

AURORA

[Silver]

Beautiful~ Sorry for the wait. Accepted! <3