Post by Hawkpaw on Aug 17, 2016 18:30:32 GMT -7
PERSONALITYHawkpaw is, contradictory to his name, quiet, kind, and conscientious. He is often putting the needs of others above his own, and is very good at reading the mood and empathizing. But, just because he understands how others feel doesn't mean he'll be quick to act if they are upset. Timid and socially uncomfortable, Hawkpaw despises large gatherings, and prefers to remain out of the spotlight. Only truly at home in his skin when out of the public eye, he can often be found slinking by the outskirts of group conversations if he has to be there at all.
Similarly, he is easily offended and hurt. Unless he is very close to someone, if they insult him teasingly or otherwise, he will take their words to heart without attempting to argue. Humble, almost to a fault, Hawkpaw accepts all criticism, even when it's unfounded, and constantly pushes himself to do better. Firmly believing that any problems he has with others is purely a result of his personal inadequacy, he is extremely non-confrontational, and will keep his head down and sulk quietly about the issue until it blows over.
Otherwise, Hawkpaw is fond of stability and traditional values. It's hard for him to adapt to any large changes. Moreover, he is practice and logic, and very rarely makes any rash choices. Dedicated to the Clan, he is good at finishing any tasks delegated to him, and is well-organized. It is very rare for one to find him confused about what he should do next, and he is determined about reaching his goals.
APPEARANCE
When standing at his full height, Hawkpaw is about the same size as the average apprentice. His fur is always immaculate, as he grooms it constantly. For the most part, his body is covered with chocolate brown fur and black tabby stripes, but his chin, chest, underbelly, and legs are a pristine white. With his slanted, narrow eyes, he has the ability to appear judgmental and intimidating. Yet, all of that goes out the window with his trademark crouch. No matter if he’s walking or sitting, his shoulders slump towards the ground, as though weighed down by unimaginable burdens, and he often appears smaller than he actually is. His eyes are constantly darting around, scanning his environment as though he always needs to have an escape route handy, and he fidgets a lot as well. Overall, it’s hard to find him settled and comfortable, and it’s obvious that he appears very jumpy in most situations. But, when he is actually relaxed, he tucks his thin tail over his slight paws and actually sits up straight for once.
When standing at his full height, Hawkpaw is about the same size as the average apprentice. His fur is always immaculate, as he grooms it constantly. For the most part, his body is covered with chocolate brown fur and black tabby stripes, but his chin, chest, underbelly, and legs are a pristine white. With his slanted, narrow eyes, he has the ability to appear judgmental and intimidating. Yet, all of that goes out the window with his trademark crouch. No matter if he’s walking or sitting, his shoulders slump towards the ground, as though weighed down by unimaginable burdens, and he often appears smaller than he actually is. His eyes are constantly darting around, scanning his environment as though he always needs to have an escape route handy, and he fidgets a lot as well. Overall, it’s hard to find him settled and comfortable, and it’s obvious that he appears very jumpy in most situations. But, when he is actually relaxed, he tucks his thin tail over his slight paws and actually sits up straight for once.
KIN
Berryshade of Stoneclan - [MOTHER]
Jaggedstripe of Stoneclan - [FATHER]
Leafpaw of Stoneclan - [SISTER]
Rainpaw of Stoneclan - [BROTHER]
Berryshade of Stoneclan - [MOTHER]
Jaggedstripe of Stoneclan - [FATHER]
Leafpaw of Stoneclan - [SISTER]
Rainpaw of Stoneclan - [BROTHER]
HISTORY
Hawk-kit’s shy demeanor was obvious from the moment he was born. Whenever his sibling would roughhouse and play wrestle in the camp’s clearing, he would sit with his mother, Berryshade, by the mouth of the nursery, watching without any intention of participating. In fact, if they ended up tumbling too close, Hawk-kit drew into Berryshade’s side until she gently shooed his siblings back into the center of camp with a reminder not to get underfoot. For the most part, his sister, Leafkit, and brother, Rainkit, would ignore him; they knew from experience that Hawk-kit never accepted their invitations to play, so they stopped bothering to ask. But, even though they didn’t spend much time together, their relationship was far from estranged. To any onlookers, it would have appeared as though Hawk-kit was being ostracized by the other kits. In reality, however, he was perfectly happy residing on the sidelines, enjoying observing his siblings kicking up dust as they pushed each other back and forth more than if he actually joined the fray himself. Later, as the family settled in for the night, he would listen eagerly as Leafkit and Rainkit regaled Berryshade with the stories of their adventures, only very rarely interjecting with a comment of his own.
But, most of the clan found it hard to understand how the family felt. Soon enough, whispers began circulating around camp about Hawk-kit’s strange reclusiveness. Other warriors would ask Jaggedstripe, Hawk-kit’s father, about his son — he always knew who they were talking about — and some would even teasingly point out the irony of Hawk-kit’s name. For all the pointed ferocity of the wild bird of prey he was named after, Hawk-kit lacked all and any aggressiveness. He was quiet, soft-spoken, and skittish, and cats often joked that he was more likely to be mistaken as prey than play the part of the predator. For a time, he found the harmless teasing hurtful, and took most of it to heart, adopting his crouching posture in a desperate attempt to draw even less attention to himself than he already did. But, his siblings, the young spitfires they were, weren’t about to let that go unchecked; Hawk-kit may have been strange, but he was their brother, and they sure weren’t about to allow anyone to make fun of him.
It was because of the snide murmurs floating around camp that really shaped Hawk-kit’s perception of himself. Even though they lacked any real malicious intentions, he still couldn’t ignore it. Drawing back into himself, he spoke even less than before, and found his lack of confidence to be his greatest obstacle when he finally became an apprentice. Even now, as he trains to be a warrior, he is constantly questioning his abilities every step of the way.
Hawkpaw, Apprentice of Stoneclan
6 Moons ||Tom
Heterosexual
6 Moons ||Tom
Heterosexual