Post by Riddlehawk on Dec 29, 2009 19:18:52 GMT -5
Name & Clan: Riddlehawk
Age: Young Adult
Gender: Male (Tom)
Allegiance: Rogue
Rank: Rogue
Description: RiddleHawk is a big tom. His long legs are covered in black stripes. He has a bit of white on his face. His chest is white and it extends up his neck. He has white paws and a black tipped tail. He's like a mix between a longhair and a short hair. It's not long but more shaggy than anything. His left front paw is nothing but a big scar, having been ruined long ago. He is also missing his right eye. His remaining eye is a brilliant gold.
Personality: Riddlehawk is a very.....laid back cat. He's calm all the time, which when he dislikes another cat is sort of a downfall. He's calm enough to irritate them to no end, which ends up with him getting into alot of fights. He's smart and he's strong, keeping an eye on things around him. (No pun intended.) He has a bit of a swagger about him, and his language is rather...piratey I guess. You'll never know what you'll get when you talk to him.
History: Riddlehawk has had a long and decorated past. He used to live far out in the forest, far past the city limits with some clans that had ran when the Twolegs had come in closer. He fought with the other clans amongst his clanmates, but when they all died he left the land, missing an eye and with a lame paw. Now he's here and he'll just find a clan to live with eventually. But until then, a loner's life for him.
Relatives: His mother: Sandclaw
Clan: StarClan
His Father: BearPelt
Clan: StarClan.
Siblings: TornEar, WhiteEye, GrassPelt
Clan: All to StarClan.
(All were loners until their deaths)
Other: Riddlehawk laughed through the mouthful of fur he had. "I'm not exactly like you, Froststorm. We have our seperate personalities. But we BOTH have a taste for revenge you must admit. Otherwise I would've given up on this battle long ago." He pulled back his lame paw, throwing out one VERY hard strike. His jaws clamped down harder, aiming to crush the bone beneath his teeth. "Sinking low am I? If it means removing the greatest threat to my mate and my clan's future then so be it." He lashed his tail. "You may have made me lose my eye, but I will make you lose your life." He growled, battering at his head with the scarred paw that was all too familiar in his battle. He had cursed the loner she-cat who had ruined his paw in the days of Lurkclan, but now he had silently thanked her every time he could use it to his advantage.
Age: Young Adult
Gender: Male (Tom)
Allegiance: Rogue
Rank: Rogue
Description: RiddleHawk is a big tom. His long legs are covered in black stripes. He has a bit of white on his face. His chest is white and it extends up his neck. He has white paws and a black tipped tail. He's like a mix between a longhair and a short hair. It's not long but more shaggy than anything. His left front paw is nothing but a big scar, having been ruined long ago. He is also missing his right eye. His remaining eye is a brilliant gold.
Personality: Riddlehawk is a very.....laid back cat. He's calm all the time, which when he dislikes another cat is sort of a downfall. He's calm enough to irritate them to no end, which ends up with him getting into alot of fights. He's smart and he's strong, keeping an eye on things around him. (No pun intended.) He has a bit of a swagger about him, and his language is rather...piratey I guess. You'll never know what you'll get when you talk to him.
History: Riddlehawk has had a long and decorated past. He used to live far out in the forest, far past the city limits with some clans that had ran when the Twolegs had come in closer. He fought with the other clans amongst his clanmates, but when they all died he left the land, missing an eye and with a lame paw. Now he's here and he'll just find a clan to live with eventually. But until then, a loner's life for him.
Relatives: His mother: Sandclaw
Clan: StarClan
His Father: BearPelt
Clan: StarClan.
Siblings: TornEar, WhiteEye, GrassPelt
Clan: All to StarClan.
(All were loners until their deaths)
Other: Riddlehawk laughed through the mouthful of fur he had. "I'm not exactly like you, Froststorm. We have our seperate personalities. But we BOTH have a taste for revenge you must admit. Otherwise I would've given up on this battle long ago." He pulled back his lame paw, throwing out one VERY hard strike. His jaws clamped down harder, aiming to crush the bone beneath his teeth. "Sinking low am I? If it means removing the greatest threat to my mate and my clan's future then so be it." He lashed his tail. "You may have made me lose my eye, but I will make you lose your life." He growled, battering at his head with the scarred paw that was all too familiar in his battle. He had cursed the loner she-cat who had ruined his paw in the days of Lurkclan, but now he had silently thanked her every time he could use it to his advantage.
