Post by d i n o - | b o n e s on Apr 27, 2012 10:59:05 GMT -8
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appearance
black ticked tabby with yellow, almost gold eyes and a sturdy build
reason for name
hawk: for his bright yellow eyes
prowl: his ability to sneak around
personality
positive
lover not a fighter - 2 traits
you meet hawkprowl to start out with and he comes off as a fighter, someone with a tough personality. but battleflame has been a lover, and not an actual fighter for as long as her's been a warrior. hawkprowl doesn't like fighting, physically or verbally with anyone. He can get a horrible stomache ache before a battle that often puts him out. he can't dodge border patrols fights and he doesn't. he's just not interested in fights that he knows about. for as long as he's been alone, he's always wanted to make a real and true love connection with someone that didn't think his scars were ugly and not with seeing. He wants someone to beleive that someone out there can love the beast inside, and not the one on the outside.
" i really wanna make a love connection " - tangled, i have a dream
secret keeper and comforter - 2 traits
hawkprowl, the one you can tell all your secrets two no matter how impossible it may seem. he gives new meaning to the words, " your secrets safe with me." any secrets you tell him, he will take them to his grave unless you tell him that it's okay. hawkprowl can also be a huge comfort. He doesn't like seeing anyone in pain and will do anything to make the pain go away. he isn't good wih herbs, but he has a way with words that is perfect. he can word things in a way that makes everything look better. he tries to find the bright side to your situation and will point it out to you. If you require the warmth of his pelt and the sweetness of his scent, he will provide you with it.
" Cause two can keep a secret, If one of them is dead, " - secret by the peirces
negative
sharp tempered , strict, and firey - 3 traits
this is the tom you first meet. the sharp tempered and firey male that could chew your head off if given the chance. he is sharp tempered and can often. if you are a member of another clan, breaking his anger bone is easier than if you were of his own clan. hawkprowl can hold grudges for a while and does tend to hold grudges for a while. . his clan doesn't often feel the full burn of his temper, because he loves his clan like family. If things don't get done his way, he can worse.
" i can cut you into peices, but my heart is broken " - please don't leave me by pink[/blockquote]
( POSITIVE TRAITS )
¤ loyal to the grave
¤ a lover not a fighter
¤ secret keeper
¤ comfort when you need it
( NEGATIVE TRAITS )
¤ impatient
¤ short-tempered
¤ firey when mad
¤ strict
( FEARS )
¤ loosing everything
¤ death
¤ heart break
¤ repeating his mistakes
( VALUES )
¤ love
¤ loyalty
¤ power
¤ honesty
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before i was born
mother always told me the same thing about my father when i was a kitten. the same story. the same short little not good enough answer. i know better now, i know that i was the kit born out of love , starcrossed love, not hate. mother met deception, my father, in the barn. mother was having an extremely difficult time getting over her sisters death and needed some alone time. father kept her there that night and comforted her. he made her see something in herself that she never really thought was there. blah blah blah. mother began to realize that this male was someone worth being with, that she wanted to be around my father more.
it was that one fateful day that i was conceived. she went to the barn and found father. she told him she loved him, he told her the same. just like any other love story goes. they spent the night together and the rest of that weeks nights together. father convinced mother to go home when they found out about me and my sister, that we would be better taken care of in the paws of the clan. so she did, and she never saw a whisker of him again. no matter how hard she looked.
then there was us
gingerkit and i were born on the loveliest day of a chilly leafbare. it was warmer then usual and the frost was finally beggining to melt, as were the icicles. ( which were extremely cold by the way, ill never forget pressing my nose to one and having to wait until it defrosted to move again. ) mother was kind to gingerkit and i, even though we could clearly see the pain in her eyes. we were her pride and joy she told us, why don't you smile. " why don't you smile? " was one of the few questions she asked that i cared about. i will never forget the first time she asked about it.
gingerkit was my sister and i loved her, sometimes a little too much. i was a terribly worrier back then and she often got mad at me for interupting a game to remind her of one safety thing or another. gingerkit's temper was as terrible as my own when we got mad. we could yell at each other for hours on end, or just simply until mother told us to stop. in which wed stop, raise our tail in the air, and dramatically stalk off in whatever direction we pleased to go( normally the opposite ). but other than that we got along extremely well, two rabbits in a cubby hole as mother always said, one never very far from the other.
learning how to bend
on the sixth moon, just like any other apprentice, we got our apprentice name 'paw. while i sat around, gingerpaw would strut around like an old rooster. mother always said our roles were reversed. that i should be strutting around, im still very appalled by the very idea of it. my mentor was a handsome young tom named bramblefang, and it was easy to see why. mother always said his saber-tooth cat-like fangs were just a mutation and often scolded gingerpaw for making fun of him. bramblefang was a wise mentor, despite his young age.
i learned everything from this tom that i know today, this including my passion and cautiousness. because i didn't have a known father of my own, it was easy for me to grow close to bramblefang. he became the father-i-never-had. of that i was proud, because gingerpaw never got along with her mentor. i saw my first major battle as an apprentice. i fought long and hard, hoping that some ammount of my training would help. that's when i got the scar on my hind leg. the one everyone asks about, but of which i refuse to tell. if they wanted to know, they'd ask someone else.
growing never hurt so bad
because of my supposed "bravery" in this battle, i was given my warrior name before my sister. they called me battleflame, saying that i had been a fire burning through the battle. to this day, i know it was based upon my fire colored fur. it seemed to me, very silly of them to hide that from me, because i was not stupid. mother continued to search for something, always refusing to tell me what. i had to know. i was never okay with not being told enough with bramblefang, and the habbit carried. i pestered and pried at my mom. she never spoke a single word.
gingerflight, as she had just been given her name, began pestering to. i still wished i hadn't taken her to ask mom. she might still be alive. we followed her deep into the forest and towards the barns of clanless cat territory. she was calling out a name, deception. i can never forget the look of sheer horror on mothers face when she finally noticed us. that was all it took for the three of us to be distracted, and that was all it took for a group of clanless cats to descend upon us. to attack and kill.
i still call what they did mass murder. i had to bring my mother and sisters dead bodies home. they were gone and i was alone. there was no family. but i might still have a father. and that was my ray of sunshine. i had to know the truth of my father. i wanted to know, i needed to know. so in my free time, i went back to that barn. no one ever attacked me. but no one ever confronted me, even though i knew there were other cats there. i saw them slipping through the shadows, slipping through the darkness and watching me. always watching me. but i always came home empty pawed.
it was like chasing my own tail, and it was frustrating. until one day i finally stopped looking. i simply sat there, wallowing in my own pain and misery. he came out, a giant black shadow with glowing orange eyes that were identical to my own. i challenged him, my own body prepared to pounce and kill this creature of the night. to this day his answer haunts me. ' son ' he said. ' you look so much like your darling mother. i wish she didn't have to die. she could have been my queen, ruling the clans by my side. but she refused. she had to die or else she'd have given away her secret. she was so loyal to her pathetic clans. but now my son, it is your turn.'
i remember shaking my head and begging him to tell me what he meant. ' son, i shall give you a moon to consider my proposal, a moon to tell me if you wish to rule as my equal. ' with that, he simply disappeared. i wish i was lucky like my mom, i wish i had never seen him again. i just wasn't that lucky. i was dragged to that forest by two toms a moon later. i saw the shadow cat that was my father. he demanded an answer. i was young and foolish and told my father that i would. i still regret it. my father smiled and led me away.
all the blood and death that answer caused. i was trained, but this time i was trained to kill. not to wound. i excelled, being the fighter i was from birth. father changed my named to battalion. i never liked it much, but my young eyes say past it. my eyes saw the power i had, the fact that i was now second in command. i gave orders and dealt punishments. and i liked it. the one last thing i heard my father say to me ( not his last words, just his last kind words to me ) ' are you ready son?' i had simply nodded and looked ahead.
we reached the place of attack and waited. it was fourtrees, the one night i will never forget, the moonhigh of the bloodiest battle known to any living cat. it was a massacre. a mass murder of my own. until i saw who i was killing. friend and cats that i knew so well. dead because of me. i turned then and glared at my father. ' enough' i remember snarling at him, loud enough that everyone around us ceased fighting. i turned on my father and i threw myself at him, claws extended. he was the one who taught me and he knew my moves. it was a long and drawn out battle, with everyones eyes on us. i finally slit his throat and as he died, he told me that he forgave me. the other cats, my former charges, ran. i stayed behind and begged my leader to let me come back. he allowed it.
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