Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2016 23:14:46 GMT
Name: Bluehawk
Gender: Tom
Age: 32 Moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Nightclan
Shadow Powers: High (5)
Appearance: Bluehawk is a large muscular tom, his long fur only makes him look that much bigger. From the tip of his nose to the tip of his tail he is about fifty inches and weighs about nineteen pounds. Being a Maine Coon makes him one of the largest breeds of cats, it's very rare that another cat is even close to his size. His fur is several different shades of blue. The fur around his face is darker while the mane around his head and the fur on his back is much lighter and tends to shine when the moons light touches it, the fur on his paws stomach and tail are darker. His eyes are a brilliant icy blue.
Brief Appearance: A large blue tom cat with icy blue eyes
Personality: Bluehawk is a very kind and gentle soul, though at first look he tends to frighten others because of his large size. He prefers to spend his time playing with the kits and helping the apprentices train. He is very protective of the young and the innocent. He is very loyal to his clan and though he would rather chase off with as few injuries as possible he will kill to save his clan if he is forced to do so though it would hunt him for the rest of his life.
Mother: Snowflake - Dead
Father: Rivershade
Siblings: Blossomshade
History: Blue was born into the life of a loner, his mother was Snowflake and his father was Rivershade. They where the last remnants of another clan that had been scattered across the land. His parents tried to recreate their clan but where unable to find any cats that wanted to join a tom cat and a queen heavy with kits in the middle of Leaf-Bare. Finally the time came they had to find a safe and warm place to stay for the winter. They found an old badger set and filled it with soft moss that they had dug up thawed and dried. By the time they did that Snowflake went into labor. Bluehawk was born first but back then they called him Bluekit, an hour later his sister Blossomkit was born. Two days after they where born their mother died, their father barely managed to fined a queen who would take them in and feed them. She had lost all but one of her kits so she had the room to feed two more. Though a week later even her last kit passed from the cold. It was a very bitter winter and even within the badger set with all it's moss it was still bitterly cold. Rivershade stayed with the queen and his kids at all times to provide heat leaving only to hunt for the queen and himself.
A moon later the kits where able to start eating pre-chewed meat so the queen left. Their long thick fur kept them warm enough during his short ramps through the forest to hunt for food. When ever he returned he let his kits eat first before he would eat. As the kits got bigger so did their hunger. Thankfully by the time they where three moons old the season began to grow warmer and prey became easier to find. And since it was warmer he could leave his kits alone for longer periods of time if he needed to.
Finally Bluekit and his sister turned six moons old and his father told him he was now Bluepaw. He became confused why was he changing his name? He had liked his old name. Rivershade told him he was no longer a kit and so he could no longer have kit as part of his name. And that his name would once more change once he had become an adult and had learned to hunt and fight. Hearing this Bluepaw became excited and trained as hard as he could. His sister though didn't want to learn to hunt or fight. She hated to bloody her paws. One day when they where eight moons old she asked him to sneak her out one night to the twoleg place. That the wild just wasn't for her. Heart broken but understanding he took her and guided her to the twoleg place where they talked through the night. Before she left he called after her. "Before you go you should have a warrior name, so from this day forward if i ever see you again I shall call you Blossomshade" With that Blossomshade smiled at him then with a flick of her tail vanished into a beautiful twoleg garden. He watched from the shadows as she scratched at the door of the twoleg house. When one came out she rolled on her belly and blinked her large blue eyes up at her then stood up and rubbed against the twoleg mewing happily at her. He could here the twoleg cooing over her before finally picking her up and cuddling her and taking her inside. He knew she would live a happy life. With that he turned and ran back to their home where he continued his training with his father.
Life went on his father passed shortly after he turned twenty one moons old. And until about a moon ago he had been on his own. One moon ago he ran into a patrol of cats from a clan calling themselves Nightclan. He asked to join them and asked if he could keep his name Bluehawk which their leader Nightstar accepted.
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