Username: Canary22
Name: Falconswoop
Gender: Tom
Age: 58 moons
Rank: Furcatcher
Clan: DawnclanName Reasoning:“You, my beautiful daughter, will be Silkkit. You will grow up to be the best hunter in the forest, with paws as light as feathers and a mind as sharp as an eagle’s talons. And you, my handsome son, will be Bearkit. You will become legendary in battle, but the time for fighting and time for talking will always be different to you.”Life as a young kit was simple. Eat, play and sleep. But as time passed by, Bearkit and Silkkit, just like any kits, wanted to explore further than just the nursery. Eventually their taste for adventure led them outside the camp, too. Of course, they weren’t supposed to leave camp, but neither of them listened to a word of warning their mother may have given them. Especially not Bearkit.
They trekked for what seemed like miles into the woods, to where the trees began to thin and the sky opened up like a flower opening its petals. What they weren’t expecting were the predators. Not foxes or badgers, or even the native wildcats, but birds. Falcons, to be exact. They hadn’t noticed one closing in on them until it was too late. It grabbed Bearkit by his shoulders, and missed Silkkit by an inch. Bearkit’s squeals of shock and terror rang out over the forest, alerting a nearby patrol of his precarious situation. The patrol raced into the clearing just as the falcon began to take off. It was clearly a young one, unused to even the small weight of a four-moon-old kit. His mother was a part of the patrol. At first she was frozen with horror, but Bearkit’s cries soon shook her out of it. She jumped up in a mighty leap, sinking her claws into its wing. The sudden weight on one side set it off-balance and tumbling to the ground, Bearkit with it. The two others in the patrol converged on it, killing it with a few well-aimed bites and scratches. His mother cradled Bearkit close to her, speaking quietly into his ear. “You are Bearkit no more,” she whispered. “Starclan has made that clear to me. Now you are Falconkit.”
“Falconpaw, from now on you will be known as Falconswoop, in memory of the falcon that tried to take you away as a kit. But Starclan knew it wasn’t your time to go, and sent a patrol to save you from its claws, and their kindness should not be forgotten. The clan honours your bravery and intelligence, along with your prowess in battle.”