Post by blackhawk on Jan 3, 2010 14:59:45 GMT -5
GENERAL
Name: Blackhawk
Name Explanation: Black refers to her coat color and the hawk refers to her speed
Gender: she-cat
Age: 48 moons
Clan: Riverclan
Rank: Warrior
APPEARANCE
Body Type: small
Fur: black and white
Eyes: gold
Markings: white marks on chest and stomach
Overall: Blackhawk is small but fast. She moves so fast that she was called hawk. Her form is thin and short with a long skinny tall. Her fur is slightly fluffy making her look bigger than she really is. She is black and white with a burst of white on her stomach and chest. With piercing gold eyes, this cat seems to stare right into your soul. Her head is a perfect little triangle with tiny ears.
PERSONALITY
Positive Traits: Fast, Good fighter, Agile, Beautiful
Flaws: Weak, Is aggressive, Often doesn’t think things through, Hates the other clans
Fears: Love, Kits
Quirks: Licks her paws when nervous, Sometimes attacks without warning
Ideals: Loyalty, Nobility
Overall: At first glance someone would see a beautiful cat. But as they talked to her they would notice Blackhawk is aggressive. She loves to run and fight. She is fast and quite agile. But sadly she is not very strong. She fears to falls in love and have kits as something that happened in her past. She seems to be bipolar as her emotions can switch almost immediately and easily. She likes loyalty and nobility. Like when someone cares for her no matter what she acts like and strong dignity.
HISTORY
Family: Streamripple (mother- alive), Reedsong (father- dead)
History: Her father died in a battle for Sunningrocks, before Blackhawk ever met him. Her mother is now an elder and is still alive. Managing to see her daughter crowned as a warrior. She had accidentally killed a young kit during a swimming lesson. In her mind it hadn’t been an accident. Since she has been taking it as her fault the whole time.
RP SAMPLE
She kicked out strongly from the bank and her legs churned in the water as she swam. She heard cheering at the edge of the bank in the guise of tiny mewls. A smile broke out across her face as she began to turn around. She felt a fish swim past her the ripples caused by its tail made her shiver at the feeling. Sure she was used to the feeling of fish swimming around her but it was still an eerie feeling. She pushed forward striking out with ease as if she been born to do this, which she had, when all of a sudden she heard a cry for help.
She turned in a full circle. One of the apprentices she had been showing how to swim was mewing at the top of his lungs for help. Suddenly she felt cold as she let the current push her forward. She tried swimming harder. But before she could reach him he had gone too far… he was going past the rocks and over the falls. She cried out hoarsely and then she fought against the current herself. She pushed herself to the bank and she was running back to the apprentices. She approached and yelled at him what had happened. He murmured the answer. The stupid cat had tried to swim on a dare.
Before she knew it the leader was coming towards her. She bowed her head and waited for the berating. Instead he merely asked what had happened. Blackhawk glanced slightly at the apprentices and took all the blame. He merely nodded and called them back. HE announced the news to everyone at the camp but left the news out that Blackhawk was the cause. She had merely smiled up at him. She had turned and whispered her condolences to the mother and father and had turned back to the leader, nodding her thanks. Ever since then her mood had changed. Becoming more aggressive and less willing to interact. That was nothing to worry about in her opinion but her friends had noticed and was worried. They constantly tried to get her to play with them and hunt with them but she merely ignored them. She only interacted with her mother the first few moons after the death. But soon she began to interact again though her personality did not change.