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name ;; Hawkfeather
gender ;; female
rank ;; warrior
age ;; twenty-eight moons
kin ;; deceased
crush ;; none
mate ;; none
offspring ;; none
theme song ;; [url=https://youtu.be/6GKjW-TCnu0]I[/url]gnorance - paramore
other ;; codeword here
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[left][b][size=150]H[/size][/b][size=73]awkfeather's parents, Blazingfur and Poppyfur, welcomed two new kittens into their life on a cold leaf-bare morning. Hawkfeather was born while the sky was still black, faint showings of dawn glittered in the sky. Hawkfeather came with a brother, Coldkit. Coldkit had a orange pelt with amazing blue eyes. Hawkfeather had opened her eyes one day after her birth, while her brother's eyes stayed shut, as if they were glued down. Hawkfeather always prodded him, wanting him to open his eyes. Though her mother always pushed her away, scolding her with purrs. Her father was a good warrior, going on patrols for a long time. Hawkfeather didn't know her father that well as he had been struggling to see Hawkfeather and Coldkit at the time, as well as him mate.[/size]
[b][size=150]F[/size][/b][size=73]ive days later, Coldkit opened his amazing big blue eyes. Blazingfur wasn't there for that, as well Hawfeather and Coldkit's first step, meow, everything. Poppyfur always got made at her mate and they would fight most times but they never ended their relationship though Hawkfeather knew that they would soon. Coldkit was really small compared to her, he didn't grow he stayed at the height he was right then. Hawkfeather and him played often, she enjoyed it. Before he even opened his eyes she loved him with all her heart, accepting that she would have to protect him. She knew that she would be the one to protect him and make sure that the other kittens wouldn't pick on him. She wasn't protective over him, though. She just showed the other kits to back off on his small size. She was like his mother, but she didn't say that. One moon after both kits had opened their eyes, Coldkit passed away. He had caught a disease and died three days after he caught it. The medicine cats tried everything, but nothing work. When he was about to die Hawkfeather curled herself around him, licked his ears as his mother cried. [b][color=#800000]I will always love you, I will see you in StarClan one day. Stay strong, Coldkit.[/color][/b] She murmured in his eyes as she purred, pressing into him. He managed to speak I love you too, to both Poppyfur and Hawkfeather. She knew that he didn't want to die, seeing his family crying so she didn't until he was gone. She cried for a while, along with her mother. Her father sulked for awhile, knowing that his little tom died.[/size]
[b][size=150]F[/size][/b][size=73]ive moons later, Hawkfeather, or Hawkkit at the time, became Hawkpaw. She was chosen a good mentor in her opinion, and she was pleased with her leader's choice. Her mother decided to stay in the nursery to help other queens with their first litter, or second, or third, well she would help any cat. Hawkfeather, or Hawkpaw, always visited her in the nusery often, she tried to see her once a day and achieved her goal, at least most of it. Blazingfur and Hawkpaw would see each other more and kind of bonded. Though she didn't take much notice of him, he wasn't there for her and Coldkit. One night on a warm new-leaf Poppyfur and Blazingfur decided not to be mates anymore. Hawkpaw had pre-pared for this as she comforted her mother, checking on her at least twice a day now, which was a hard task to achieve. She didn't take a liking to her father as she decided to stay out of his way and ignore him. He was never their for her family.[/size]
[b][size=150]W[/size][/b][size=73]hen Hawkpaw was ten moons old she went on a patrol to attack three foxs with her father and some other warriors and one apprentice. She was in the heat of battle, her father at her side as she spilled the blood of the attacker. The fox had whipped his head around when Blazingfur grabbed hold of it's tail. He snaped at his neck, and grabbed Blazingfur's scruff and held him in the air, shaking him. Hawkpaw stood in horror then attacked it, the fox threw Blazingfur off to the side, he landed with a thump. She didn't look as she attacked the fox yowling with rage. After a few warriros took over the fox she ran to her father, seeing that he was dead. Horror gripped her as she stuffed her face in his fur, which was covered in blood. Later, after they drove out the foxs, they sat vigual for him.[/size]
[b][size=150]T[/size][/b][size=73]hree moons after her father's death Hawkpaw became Hawkfather, a proud warrior. Within that six moons her mother had died from green-cough. Hawkfeahter was devastated but got over it within time, knowing that she would be with Coldkit again. Hawkfeather is now twenty-eight moons old and she is still a proud warrior, dreaming of her times with Coldkit. Hawkfeather has never taken a liking to any tom before and probably never will. Hawkfeather vowed to her family that she would be the best warrior she could be and that is what she is still doing.[/size][/left]
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name ;; Speckledfur
gender ;; male
rank ;; warrior
age ;; twenty-nine moons
kin ;; deceased
crush ;; none
mate ;; none
offspring ;; none
theme song ;; [url=https://youtu.be/2jZwjoiNhxc]H[/url]arder to breath - maroon 5 | warning swear words
other ;; codeword here
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[left][b][size=150]S[/size][/b][size=73]pleckledfur was born when the leaves were falling from the sky. His mother, Rainfall, was glad to have her tom. She only had one kit, though. She wanted at least two but StarClan decided to grant her one. But she didn't complain. Her mate, Cloudbelly, had died from an attack that Speckledfur didn't know of. Speckledfur had always had a fiery personality. He was the flirty one, the one to never keep a mate.[/size]
[b][size=150]S[/size][/b][size=73]peckledfur's mother had always been, well, not alive in emotion. She would just smile, but the tom knew that she was depressed, sad, and raged at her mate's death. She would often tell him that StarClan wasn't real if they would let innocent cats die for no reason but the kitten believed in the heaven for cats as well as any other cat did. Speckledfur's mother was often mean, but it wasn't her fault. She ordered him to have his own nest at only half a moon. He got milk from her, though but he knew that she didn't like it. She would often just stare at the den walls, her gaze clouded. Speckledfur knew that he needed to become dominate then, right then and there. He got mean and dominate because he knew that his mother wouldn't protect him, so he had to fend for himself.[/size]
[b][size=150]H[/size][/b][size=73]e couldn't let himself be at the end of the line, but at the first. Once he turned an apprentice, his mother went to the elders den though she was still young but the leader didn't question her. When he turned from Speckledkit to Speckledpaw he earned dominance and respect form his den mates and other cats. His dominance turned into flirt, but he still had his side of dominance. He would flirt with the she-cats, and he was good at it. [/size]
[b][size=150]W[/size][/b][size=73]hen he became Speckledfur he named his flirty relationships with the she-cats as a flirtation ship. He couldn't keep a relationship though he had a mate two times before and he couldn't keep it so he kept with flirting. Most she-cats liked it, however. He wasn't the best when it came to fighting, due to his skinny and lean structure. He was okay at it, though he usually got injured a lot in battle. He was better at hunting because he could run faster and would keep quiet so that no prey could hear him.[/size]
[b][size=150]O[/size][/b][size=73]ne night in leaf-bare his mother died due to starvation. He didn't really feel anything besides a tingle of love being pulled from his heart. She was never there for him, she never really talked to him or take good care of her only kitten. He attended her vigual. Now he is twenty-nine moons old and he still is the same way he was when he was a newly warrior, flirty and sometimes dominant.[/size][/left]
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name ;; Hawkfeather
gender ;; female
rank ;; warrior
age ;; twenty-eight moons
kin ;; deceased
crush ;; none
mate ;; none
offspring ;; none
theme song ;; Ignorance - paramore
other ;; codeword here
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Hawkfeather's parents, Blazingfur and Poppyfur, welcomed two new kittens into their life on a cold leaf-bare morning. Hawkfeather was born while the sky was still black, faint showings of dawn glittered in the sky. Hawkfeather came with a brother, Coldkit. Coldkit had a orange pelt with amazing blue eyes. Hawkfeather had opened her eyes one day after her birth, while her brother's eyes stayed shut, as if they were glued down. Hawkfeather always prodded him, wanting him to open his eyes. Though her mother always pushed her away, scolding her with purrs. Her father was a good warrior, going on patrols for a long time. Hawkfeather didn't know her father that well as he had been struggling to see Hawkfeather and Coldkit at the time, as well as him mate.
Five days later, Coldkit opened his amazing big blue eyes. Blazingfur wasn't there for that, as well Hawfeather and Coldkit's first step, meow, everything. Poppyfur always got made at her mate and they would fight most times but they never ended their relationship though Hawkfeather knew that they would soon. Coldkit was really small compared to her, he didn't grow he stayed at the height he was right then. Hawkfeather and him played often, she enjoyed it. Before he even opened his eyes she loved him with all her heart, accepting that she would have to protect him. She knew that she would be the one to protect him and make sure that the other kittens wouldn't pick on him. She wasn't protective over him, though. She just showed the other kits to back off on his small size. She was like his mother, but she didn't say that. One moon after both kits had opened their eyes, Coldkit passed away. He had caught a disease and died three days after he caught it. The medicine cats tried everything, but nothing work. When he was about to die Hawkfeather curled herself around him, licked his ears as his mother cried. I will always love you, I will see you in StarClan one day. Stay strong, Coldkit. She murmured in his eyes as she purred, pressing into him. He managed to speak I love you too, to both Poppyfur and Hawkfeather. She knew that he didn't want to die, seeing his family crying so she didn't until he was gone. She cried for a while, along with her mother. Her father sulked for awhile, knowing that his little tom died.
Five moons later, Hawkfeather, or Hawkkit at the time, became Hawkpaw. She was chosen a good mentor in her opinion, and she was pleased with her leader's choice. Her mother decided to stay in the nursery to help other queens with their first litter, or second, or third, well she would help any cat. Hawkfeather, or Hawkpaw, always visited her in the nusery often, she tried to see her once a day and achieved her goal, at least most of it. Blazingfur and Hawkpaw would see each other more and kind of bonded. Though she didn't take much notice of him, he wasn't there for her and Coldkit. One night on a warm new-leaf Poppyfur and Blazingfur decided not to be mates anymore. Hawkpaw had pre-pared for this as she comforted her mother, checking on her at least twice a day now, which was a hard task to achieve. She didn't take a liking to her father as she decided to stay out of his way and ignore him. He was never their for her family.
When Hawkpaw was ten moons old she went on a patrol to attack three foxs with her father and some other warriors and one apprentice. She was in the heat of battle, her father at her side as she spilled the blood of the attacker. The fox had whipped his head around when Blazingfur grabbed hold of it's tail. He snaped at his neck, and grabbed Blazingfur's scruff and held him in the air, shaking him. Hawkpaw stood in horror then attacked it, the fox threw Blazingfur off to the side, he landed with a thump. She didn't look as she attacked the fox yowling with rage. After a few warriros took over the fox she ran to her father, seeing that he was dead. Horror gripped her as she stuffed her face in his fur, which was covered in blood. Later, after they drove out the foxs, they sat vigual for him.
Three moons after her father's death Hawkpaw became Hawkfather, a proud warrior. Within that six moons her mother had died from green-cough. Hawkfeahter was devastated but got over it within time, knowing that she would be with Coldkit again. Hawkfeather is now twenty-eight moons old and she is still a proud warrior, dreaming of her times with Coldkit. Hawkfeather has never taken a liking to any tom before and probably never will. Hawkfeather vowed to her family that she would be the best warrior she could be and that is what she is still doing.
Five days later, Coldkit opened his amazing big blue eyes. Blazingfur wasn't there for that, as well Hawfeather and Coldkit's first step, meow, everything. Poppyfur always got made at her mate and they would fight most times but they never ended their relationship though Hawkfeather knew that they would soon. Coldkit was really small compared to her, he didn't grow he stayed at the height he was right then. Hawkfeather and him played often, she enjoyed it. Before he even opened his eyes she loved him with all her heart, accepting that she would have to protect him. She knew that she would be the one to protect him and make sure that the other kittens wouldn't pick on him. She wasn't protective over him, though. She just showed the other kits to back off on his small size. She was like his mother, but she didn't say that. One moon after both kits had opened their eyes, Coldkit passed away. He had caught a disease and died three days after he caught it. The medicine cats tried everything, but nothing work. When he was about to die Hawkfeather curled herself around him, licked his ears as his mother cried. I will always love you, I will see you in StarClan one day. Stay strong, Coldkit. She murmured in his eyes as she purred, pressing into him. He managed to speak I love you too, to both Poppyfur and Hawkfeather. She knew that he didn't want to die, seeing his family crying so she didn't until he was gone. She cried for a while, along with her mother. Her father sulked for awhile, knowing that his little tom died.
Five moons later, Hawkfeather, or Hawkkit at the time, became Hawkpaw. She was chosen a good mentor in her opinion, and she was pleased with her leader's choice. Her mother decided to stay in the nursery to help other queens with their first litter, or second, or third, well she would help any cat. Hawkfeather, or Hawkpaw, always visited her in the nusery often, she tried to see her once a day and achieved her goal, at least most of it. Blazingfur and Hawkpaw would see each other more and kind of bonded. Though she didn't take much notice of him, he wasn't there for her and Coldkit. One night on a warm new-leaf Poppyfur and Blazingfur decided not to be mates anymore. Hawkpaw had pre-pared for this as she comforted her mother, checking on her at least twice a day now, which was a hard task to achieve. She didn't take a liking to her father as she decided to stay out of his way and ignore him. He was never their for her family.
When Hawkpaw was ten moons old she went on a patrol to attack three foxs with her father and some other warriors and one apprentice. She was in the heat of battle, her father at her side as she spilled the blood of the attacker. The fox had whipped his head around when Blazingfur grabbed hold of it's tail. He snaped at his neck, and grabbed Blazingfur's scruff and held him in the air, shaking him. Hawkpaw stood in horror then attacked it, the fox threw Blazingfur off to the side, he landed with a thump. She didn't look as she attacked the fox yowling with rage. After a few warriros took over the fox she ran to her father, seeing that he was dead. Horror gripped her as she stuffed her face in his fur, which was covered in blood. Later, after they drove out the foxs, they sat vigual for him.
Three moons after her father's death Hawkpaw became Hawkfather, a proud warrior. Within that six moons her mother had died from green-cough. Hawkfeahter was devastated but got over it within time, knowing that she would be with Coldkit again. Hawkfeather is now twenty-eight moons old and she is still a proud warrior, dreaming of her times with Coldkit. Hawkfeather has never taken a liking to any tom before and probably never will. Hawkfeather vowed to her family that she would be the best warrior she could be and that is what she is still doing.
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name ;; Speckledfur
gender ;; male
rank ;; warrior
age ;; twenty-nine moons
kin ;; deceased
crush ;; none
mate ;; none
offspring ;; none
theme song ;; Harder to breath - maroon 5 | warning swear words
other ;; codeword here
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Spleckledfur was born when the leaves were falling from the sky. His mother, Rainfall, was glad to have her tom. She only had one kit, though. She wanted at least two but StarClan decided to grant her one. But she didn't complain. Her mate, Cloudbelly, had died from an attack that Speckledfur didn't know of. Speckledfur had always had a fiery personality. He was the flirty one, the one to never keep a mate.
Speckledfur's mother had always been, well, not alive in emotion. She would just smile, but the tom knew that she was depressed, sad, and raged at her mate's death. She would often tell him that StarClan wasn't real if they would let innocent cats die for no reason but the kitten believed in the heaven for cats as well as any other cat did. Speckledfur's mother was often mean, but it wasn't her fault. She ordered him to have his own nest at only half a moon. He got milk from her, though but he knew that she didn't like it. She would often just stare at the den walls, her gaze clouded. Speckledfur knew that he needed to become dominate then, right then and there. He got mean and dominate because he knew that his mother wouldn't protect him, so he had to fend for himself.
He couldn't let himself be at the end of the line, but at the first. Once he turned an apprentice, his mother went to the elders den though she was still young but the leader didn't question her. When he turned from Speckledkit to Speckledpaw he earned dominance and respect form his den mates and other cats. His dominance turned into flirt, but he still had his side of dominance. He would flirt with the she-cats, and he was good at it.
When he became Speckledfur he named his flirty relationships with the she-cats as a flirtation ship. He couldn't keep a relationship though he had a mate two times before and he couldn't keep it so he kept with flirting. Most she-cats liked it, however. He wasn't the best when it came to fighting, due to his skinny and lean structure. He was okay at it, though he usually got injured a lot in battle. He was better at hunting because he could run faster and would keep quiet so that no prey could hear him.
One night in leaf-bare his mother died due to starvation. He didn't really feel anything besides a tingle of love being pulled from his heart. She was never there for him, she never really talked to him or take good care of her only kitten. He attended her vigual. Now he is twenty-nine moons old and he still is the same way he was when he was a newly warrior, flirty and sometimes dominant.
Speckledfur's mother had always been, well, not alive in emotion. She would just smile, but the tom knew that she was depressed, sad, and raged at her mate's death. She would often tell him that StarClan wasn't real if they would let innocent cats die for no reason but the kitten believed in the heaven for cats as well as any other cat did. Speckledfur's mother was often mean, but it wasn't her fault. She ordered him to have his own nest at only half a moon. He got milk from her, though but he knew that she didn't like it. She would often just stare at the den walls, her gaze clouded. Speckledfur knew that he needed to become dominate then, right then and there. He got mean and dominate because he knew that his mother wouldn't protect him, so he had to fend for himself.
He couldn't let himself be at the end of the line, but at the first. Once he turned an apprentice, his mother went to the elders den though she was still young but the leader didn't question her. When he turned from Speckledkit to Speckledpaw he earned dominance and respect form his den mates and other cats. His dominance turned into flirt, but he still had his side of dominance. He would flirt with the she-cats, and he was good at it.
When he became Speckledfur he named his flirty relationships with the she-cats as a flirtation ship. He couldn't keep a relationship though he had a mate two times before and he couldn't keep it so he kept with flirting. Most she-cats liked it, however. He wasn't the best when it came to fighting, due to his skinny and lean structure. He was okay at it, though he usually got injured a lot in battle. He was better at hunting because he could run faster and would keep quiet so that no prey could hear him.
One night in leaf-bare his mother died due to starvation. He didn't really feel anything besides a tingle of love being pulled from his heart. She was never there for him, she never really talked to him or take good care of her only kitten. He attended her vigual. Now he is twenty-nine moons old and he still is the same way he was when he was a newly warrior, flirty and sometimes dominant.
