EASY COME AND GO||o, hawk choosing

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  • //so sorry this is so long!


    Val had been here only two days. Yesterday, he'd made the venture back to RiverClan and, needless to say, he had to admit he was a little exhausted. But this idea put new energy back into the cub. He couldn't wait another second. He was going to get a hawk.


    Valemon had to have an NPC explain how exactly to go about this. At first, the scrawny tomcat had probably thought the young lion was playing a game or something and had simply laughed when Val had said he 'wanted a birdie friend'. But, eventually, Val had learned he needed to stand in the middle of camp and offer something to the birds. Whichever took the gift would be his friend.


    And, Val knew the perfect gift. He'd brought from home a flower crown to remind him of Lessa and her healing process. While he missed her, he knew she'd get better. Plus, he just really liked wearing it. But, he could get another one and the purple flowers on this particular one weren't his favorite... though, the NPC had quickly pointed out he should offer prey, not flowers, like that was the most obvious thing in the world. While Val didn't recognize the other's rude tone, he accepted the fish the NPC had been kind enough to give him. Then, he was ready.


    The cub stood in the center of camp, looking up at the sky, the fish and flower crown both at his paws. Some glanced his way as they passed, others stopped to watch the ceremony, but Valemon paid them no attention. He was waiting as patiently as he could for his bird. Eventually, though - and quite quickly - his patience was wearing thin. He took a minute to look down at the presents he'd brought. Did the hawks not like them? Or what it him? Maybe he was never destined to have a bird friend. Maybe they didn't like him as much as he loved them.


    His gaze jumped back up to the sky as a screech cut through these sad thoughts. Squinting, he spotted a large brown shape lowering quickly, straight towards himself. The cub was so overwhelmed with joy that he at first failed to notice that this particular hawk didn't seem interested in the fish or flower crown. But, when it had loomed closer, Val realized this was the hugest bird he'd ever laid eyes on. As it bore down upon him, he closed his eyes, the memories of when he'd gotten stuck in a tree rushing back to him. The talons scraping at his face and eyes, leaving him with the scars he still had. His own screams for his daddy as he struggled to get the bird away from him. Then, he'd only been trying to make friends! He hadn't meant to disturb the hawk's nest! It seemed that today he'd made the same mistake yet again. This hawk was going to attack him, just like that other one. It was true, that no matter how much he adored them, birds would never like him.


    Still squeezing his eyes shut, Valemon heard yet another screech, then another. The noises were paired with a loud flapping of wings, so close it almost sounded like thunder. He looked up to see the big brown hawk from before tussling midair with another, much smaller one. He watched as they grappled, talons flying and sharp beaks slicing at one another. Finally, the larger bird broke away and flew off, presumably in search of an easier meal. And, the medium-sized, black hawk who'd fended him off landed before Val.


    He quickly noticed she had the most stunning brown eyes and, even as she began to adjust her feathers, her gaze never left him for long. It was probably because she was frightened he would attack her or something, Val thought. She'd leave as soon as she'd gotten her bearings. But, surprisingly, she didn't. She simply stared back at him, as he often did to others when he zoned out (coincidentally, this happened to be called a zone-tailed hawk). Valemon got a good look at the rest of her and saw she had a few white feathers by her beak as well as speckled across her wings. But, what was she doing?


    Tentatively, Val pushed the fish foward. "Fish. Eat?" The last word was spoken almost as if he was begging. He wanted more than anything for this hawk to accept his gift. So, naturally, his heart fell when at first she stared at it like she'd never seen anything so repulsive, then stepped forward in order to shove it away. Valemon felt the tears begin to flow down his nose as he gazed at the rejected gift. Then, he heard more flapping. Looking up yet again, he was met with an amazing sight. The black hawk had picked up his flower crown and now held it in her beak. Her eyes had softened slightly and Val couldn't help but smile. Did this mean...? She must not eat fish, he decided. Well, it wasn't his favorite either. But, was that really the point? He had a hawk!


    "Birdie frien'!" Valemon shouted, so overjoyed he didn't realize his outburst might startle said friend. But, the hawk did the opposite, stepping forward yet again and setting the flower crown down. Her gaze returned to that of fierceness. Apparently, although she had accepted his offering, she didn't want to wear it. That was alright. He still had to name her, right? The first to come to mind was the name 'Calum', but Lessa's bird already had that name. Plus, this hawk was a gal, she needed a girl's name. "Name you Pretty," he eventually settled. Instantly, he was met by a sharp squack. "Silly Birdie?" he asked. Again, she declined. What else was there? What about... "River?" This time, the hawk replied by rising into the air and landing on Val's shoulders. Though the bird weighed only two pounds or so, the cub stumbled slightly under the sudden addition of weight. River it was, then. Just like RiverClan.




  • TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ 'Maybe they didn't like him as much as he loved them' muah he's too cute!!


    Two hawk choosings in one day was seriously something new. Littlestar lifted her head from her paws when she saw her favourite little lion plod through the HawkClan camp with fish in his maw, presumably to offer for the hawks. She watched him as he flinched when a giant hawk flew down, straightening up, mouth opening in a rush to assure him that the hawk would not hurt him but she was shut up when a small black hawk locked talons with the big one and defended Valemon. Golden eyes wide, the feline watched as the black hawk stood before Val and tilted her head, listening to the lion cub name her, squawking, picking up the flower crown and accepting that rather then the fish. She liked that sometimes the bird was the opposite of it's friend or sometimes, the exact same. River. She knew exactly why he'd called her that. Littlestar wondered what it was like to love RiverClan like that. She knew she'd never be able to, not with him as leader and her as their medic.


    Littlestar stood up and limped towards her friend with his new hawk, muscle brows arched upwards, half a crooked grin lacing her scarred muzzle. "What a beauty." She mused, gesturing at River with her head. Her own hawk, Myla, was somewhere up above flying around. Probably catching herself some meals.

  • with every broken bone

        i swear i lived

    Oh, had the little RiverClan kid found himself a hawk? Poe wandered over with a smile, watching the cub and his new friend play with each other. Poe didn't know much about Valemon other than he was a Skywalker, which meant his parents' history was intertwined with Poe's own. But either way, it was still cute to see him getting a hawk. It was definitely a big step in becoming a HawkClanner.


    "Congrats," Poe murmured as he came to a halt. He nodded silently to Littlestar as well. Yavin wasn't currently with his master, but it was probably a good thing. The osprey didn't take well to other Hawks and might have been a little aggressive.






  • Was there something wrong with her? A frown was on her muzzle as she came forward, eyes flicking between her mother and Poe before she looked to Valema. Her gaze found his hawk and she was pretty, very much so but that wasn't why she was feeling a bit upset. No she was happy that he had gotten a hawk and that he was going to be able to fit more into Hawkclan now that he had one but she was more upset over her own hawk. Uh, well he wasn't a hawk and she supposed that was why she was upset. Her bright gaze lifted up to the sky and she could feel Grimoire somehow and know he was watching her as she looked for him. A settling warmth entered her mind and she sighed a bit but she was still a little bit nervous on the reason why she didn't receive a hawk like everyone else. But her mother didn't think it odd so maybe it was okay. Bounding over with a light step the healed feline would swallow a bit as she settled down, three tails twitching and shifting as she craned her head slightly to the left to hide her wounds. "Congrates, Valema. Hawk is pretty."


  • ICHIGO KUROSAKI


    Former Hawkclan leader - over sized cougar - roleplayed by sorrel




    i don't fight because i want to win, i fight to win!



    He never realized how important these ceremonies actually were to others. The wildcat had only recently arrived to see them from time to time. It reminded him of the time where everyone in Hawkclan almost had a bird friend but then the tradition started to die out. He wondered if Littlestar had been the one to come up with the tradition. Definitely something that he himself could never manage actually. He was terrible when it came to coming up with clan ideas, but he tried his best and that's all that he could really give. Having spent most of his time in camp so far, the wildcat was in the prime area to be able to see others get their hawk ceremonies, or whatever bird actually wanted to be around with them. He found it interesting the different varieties that were available, let alone how many actually lived in the Hawkclan area. The former Hawkclan leader could understand how others coming into the clan would find it weird how they respected Hawk's so much. But even from the very beginning no one ever really killed them. Probably because the name was literally what the clan had been about in the beginning. He didn't remember much of history, but he had been a part of the big portions of history. Ichigo was laying just outside of the Shaman den when he noticed that everyone were gathering around the middle portion of the camp. He might as well get some walking done, not having done it in the past two days as he was trying to regain some of his energy. The armored wildcat lugged himself weakling onto his paws, and made his way forth. He didn't know the lion cub, but he had seen the other around. He certainly seemed nice and everyone else seemed to know him. Ichigo came to stand slightly next to his adopted daughter before sitting himself down, his heterochromatic eyes looking at the black hawk that would be the other's companion. "Congrat's kiddo." Ichigo would offer with a small dip of his head, his voice rasped as he talked.