Posts by HAWKPAW !

ShadowClan's a lot more active than some of the other traditional clans I'm in, so you're still doing a great job! We all have lives aside from FeralFront! ^^

&& that'd be great, lykaois, if that's okay with you!

"Nevermind, Stormpaw!" Hawkpaw mewed, trotting over to see what his brother was up to. He twitched his whiskers at the old NPC's grumpiness and turned back to the grey tom. "Are you playing mossball? Can I play too?" He was only ten moons old; it wasn't like he was a fully grown warrior yet!

/muse death so sorry

Hawkpaw frowned first at Locustpaw and then at Stormpaw. Didn't either of them know the harm that a stone in the eye could do? What if Bluepaw had been blinded, forced to retire to the Elders' Den? Would Stormpaw tell him to lighten up then?

With a sigh, the apprentice acknowledged that there hadn't actually been any harm done, just the potential for it. StarClan must have been watching out for them all. So, shrugging, he turned back to Stormpaw and smiled at him. "What's got you so cheerful? Anything in particular?"

"Bluepaw!" Hawkpaw would hiss, prodding at the sleeping form of his sister in his excitement. "Bluepaw, wake up, we're on dawn patrol!" He kneaded the moss beneath his paws anxiously, willing the grey she-cat to wake up quickly so they could get going. He didn't want to hold up the NPC warriors who, he could tell, were already pacing the clearing in frustration. He didn't want them to leave without them, who knew what they might miss! Plus he hadn't gone on patrol with Bluepaw for ages.

"Come on, Bluepaw," the tabby mewed,giving his sister one last poke to wake her. Stars, had she always been such a heavy sleeper, or was she just tired today?

@`` B l u e ~ P a w ``

It wasn't often that Hawkpaw found himself with nothing to do. In fact, he usually liked to keep himself busy with learning his hunting and battle skills ( not that it did much good, but he might as well try ) or, if he felt like something a little different, pitching in to clean the camp wherever he was needed. But today each of the dens had already been freshly cleaned and none of them needed any repairs, the freshkill pile was fully stocked, and Hawkpaw had become too frustrated to learn his battle moves properly. He was at loose ends and wasn't sure what to do with himself.

@stormpaw -

Hawkpaw arrived just in time to hear his mother's announcement, plunging in beside his sister to listen with pricked ears and a disbelieving expression. Loststar had left? Why? Hadn't they only just lost a leader, and now Loststar had just upped and left for apparently no reason at all. Had StarClan given her a sign? No. StarClan - and Loststar - wouldn't leave us if the Clan was in trouble.

With a glance at Steelkit, who had begun to cheer Cinderfang - no, Cinderstar - the brown tabby rose to his paws and dipped his head to the new leader of ShadowClan. "Congratulations," he murmured respectfully, trying to put across a pleased front even though inside his belly was doing somersaults. Cinderfang would be head of the Clan. Cinderfang would be in more danger than she had before as a warrior. Cinderfang wouldn't have as much time for him as she had before.

"StarClan has chosen wisely."

NEEDS: mentor

CHARACTER NAME: Hawkpaw

PREFERENCES: just a dedicated warrior tbh! he won't respect anyone who's likely not to follow all the rules!

OTHER: because he's ten moons would it be okay if Cinderstar announced that his npc mentor had died and assigned him a new one?

Hawkpaw, irritated as usual by Locustpaw's rudeness, turned his back to the other apprentice and flattened his ears. He remained silent, disbelieving, whilst Lichen explained his kithood, refraining from telling him that StarClan was watching over them and that was better than keeping quiet out of fear of an attack.

When Bluepaw appeared, the tabby would turn to her with a relieved grin, sharp fangs glinting in the sunlight. He lunged forwards as his sister rolled the ball to his brother, attempting to intercept it. If he was successful he'd toss it to Stormpaw anyway, but if not he'd end up in some sort of undignified sprawl at his littermates' paws.

"She's not old and she's certainly not going to die soon," Hawkpaw told Lichen, trotting up behind the group to fall in next to the former loner. "Clan cats look after each other and live a lot longer than five years. Haven't you ever noticed the Elders' Den? Those cats are older than fives years and are still happy and healthy." He offered a sympathetic smile to the grey tom, though it might have come across as condescending. "Don't worry, you'll understand how Clans really work soon enough, and you'll understand that even death isn't too bad in time. After all, we all have StarClan to look forward to."

Hawkpaw stared unhappily at Lichen for a few more heartbeats, unwilling like his brother to let the issue go at his mother's prompting. To him, not believing in StarClan was worse than breaking every rule in the Warrior Code, and it wasn't something he could easily forgive. He'd have to convince the former loner that StarClan did exist somehow. Maybe when his apprenticeship finally drew to an end and he was allowed his trip to the Moonstone he'd ask to take Lichen too. The tom could do with some faith.

As Stormpaw asked him about his hunt, and then Lilypaw asked him too, the tabby found himself feeling prideful, and glanced bashfully at his mother, who seemed to be enjoying the catch. "So I was in the swamps, right? Because I thought I might try my look at catching a toad or a frog, when I tripped over this tree root I hadn't noticed before. I went flying and landed in this super muddy puddle , so I got out as soon as I could. And then," pausing, Hawkpaw grinned at his family, "I see the puddle kinda making ripples and I'm all like "wow, that's weird, I'm not even dripping in the water," and then this toad just hopped on out, but I didn't really know what to do at first. I mean, I'd begun to groom my pelt already because I didn't want the mud to dry into it, but I thought the Clan could do with some prey, so I leaped and killed the toad at first swipe!

"And then," he continued, not at all embarrassed about the unusual way he'd caught his prey, "this pigeon suddenly comes out of nowhere! It probably came out of this nearby bush," the tabby added on second thought, remembering the way the branches had been shaking. "And it flew right into my claws! StarClan must have taken pity on me and sent me two pieces of freshkill to feed the Clan with."

/sorry!

Stifling the purr that rose in his throat, Hawkpaw would follow his sister, attempting a stern expression. "Careful! We don't want to wake every cat in the camp!" And, if the grey she-cat would slow her pace, even just a little, the brown tabby would shoot forwards to overtake her and dash out of the camp entrance first. If not, well, he'd act the dutiful apprentice and stay a few paces behind his sister. Bluepaw was a lot faster than him and he doubted he'd be able to beat her in a race without a little bit of cheating!

.Willow Grayclaw is Cinderfang's bro?

&my god that family tree is massive af

Hawkpaw appeared next, sliding in next to Bluepaw and giving her a friendly flick over the ears with his tail. He glanced around himself, taking in each of the cats, all of whom, presumably aside from Snakehiss, he was related to. "Uncle," he mewed, turning to Greyclaw, "Mother says he's the leader. Surely we should all treat him with respect? He is StarClan blessed, after all."

"There's time yet for her to learn, Uncle," Hawkpaw mewed breezily, padding across from the dirtplace tunnel to the small gathering of his kin. He had actually just finished changing the moss in the Elders' Den - the bracken would last for a little while longer - and he was quick to point it out. "Thistleleap's nest is all clean now." But the brown tabby had clearly left out Thistleleap's actual pelt, which may or may not have ticks and fleas. He didn't particularly want to suffer the scent of mousebile even for one of the elders' stories.

"Do you really think so?" He asked his mother, delighted at the prospect of Thistleleap enjoying a story of one of his more successful hunts. He listened to plenty of Thistleleap's stories ( even though some apprentices seemed to grow out of stories as if they were only for kits ) and enjoyed them all. It'd be great if he could impress the old she-cat!

Turning to Bluepaw, the tabby returned the gesture of affection, butting his sister's silvery pelt with his own broad head enthusiastically. "Thanks, Bluepaw! I guess StarClan just put me in the right place at the right time!"

Hawkpaw was a little unsure as to how to reply to Newtpaw's rather awkward statement, so he turned and butted her in the flank in much the same manner as he had Bluepaw. Some cats might have reserved such an act to siblings, but Hawkpaw was sure that he and the younger apprentice were somehow related ( although he wasn't sure of the details ). "You'll be bringing home the meats soon enough, Newtpaw!"

You don't need a form to join Traditional ShadowClan! ^^

You can either check out Character Adoptions to find a trad. sc litter ( in which case you'd need to wait to be accepted by the roleplayer who set the thread up ) or you can post a joining thread where your cat joins the Clan ( whether they be from another Clan, a loner or a kittypet! ) the third option is simply to hop into an open thread or make yourself an intro thread, where you can pretend that your character has been in the Clan the whole time! Hope this helps!

You're welcome! Hope to see you around! ^^

Thanks, Amy!

.Willow sure! Hawkpaw would work really hard to impress his uncle!

Wincing visibly at both Greyclaw's and Newtpaw's remarks, it was obvious that the tabby apprentice was uncomfortable. He'd hoped to calm his uncle down with the news that he'd cleaned the nests already, but it seemed to have contributed to the flames. And, well, Newtpaw's own comments would likely enrage the older tom, who would not have appreciated that level of disrespect.

Dipping his head to the warrior, Hawkpaw spoke, hoping to diffuse the situation."Thank you, Uncle. And no, I haven't eaten yet, but I thought that perhaps Newtpaw -" he shot a fleeting glance at his cousin "- might like to come hunting with me. So, uh, the freshkill pile doesn't get too low. What do you say Newtpaw?"

/oml i love newtpaw i wish i had more muse right now