Hawk - DeathClan [OLD]

[Moor]

Name: Hawk

Prefix Meaning: She gave it to herself when she fled kittypet life, deciding that hawks were some of the strongest and most fearsome predators in existence.

Age: 23 moons

Rank: Warrior

Clan: Deathclan

Description: Very large, however lean and athletic, Hawk resembles the feral cats much more than most kittypets. Her body is very long and well-muscled, with short, coarse fur that follows the line of her body, defining her body shape. Most of her fur is mouse-gray, with her belly and the inside of her legs a sandy-brown color. Compared to that huge, long body and relatively proportioned legs and tail, her paws are tiny. It's almost as if she were meant to be a much smaller cat, and somehow outgrew them. It's no big matter, though, as she has learned to run and do things without tripping up too often. Her eyes are a gentle yellow, and there is typically an inexplicably soft, almost compassionate look about them, in sharp contrast with the emotion she is usually trying to portray.

Her body is so completely built for hunting and fighting that all of the other kittypets often wondered how she came to live in a house, with an owner. Her back legs are a little longer than her front, giving her pretty admirable leaping abilities. Sure, she looks a bit odd, having a long, barrel-chested body set atop medium, lanky legs, but she's never really cared how she looked, as she had developed a thought process where she was obviously more fit to survive in the wild than the twolegs gave her credit for. All that aside, though, living with so many other well-groomed cats, she has developed a habit of keeping her coat as clean and in-order as possible. No reason to be messy, really.

Personality: Hawk was always very arrogant, having grown up around cats she considered much worse at absolutely everything than her. She's used to be the center of the attention, the one that other cats look at and think 'wow.' So then, when she came across Deathclan and realized that those cats just weren't as interested in her as everyone else had been, she became colder, more distant, and more driven to prove herself in the eyes of the rest, especially of Fading and Scar. When she's around the clan, she is quiet, focused, and alert. Sometimes, she'll secretly admit to herself that something another cat has done is impressive, but she doesn't like the feeling of it.

Deathclan having been the first clan she came across, it was really the only taste of the forest and clan-life she had ever had, and adapting to it was natural. Seeing the behavior of the others and imitating was how she learned, until she truly became part of the clan, and upheld everything that being apart of it meant as the only truth there could ever be. She enjoyed having so few rules in her life, unlike the other clan cats she had heard so much about. Their way of life had the taste of kittypet in her mouth, with so many rules and restrictions. She could only imagine their leaders being like her old owners, very strict and imposing laws that governed the lives of their clans to the very tiniest detail. It was sickening to think about. Because of that, she makes a point to follow whims, doing whatever she wants, whenever she wants. The few times she actually does stop to think, she typically decides to do whatever it is that wouldn't be allowed were she living anywhere else.

In all honesty, Hawk isn't naturally a cruel cat. She doesn't carry around a hatred of other cats, and doesn't have a vendetta with anyone. She's just arrogant, disdainful, extremely irresponsible, naive, and has let freedom go to her head in a big way. Had she ever any power, she would most certainly let all of that power go to her head, too. Coming from a background of no control over anything, not even when or how much she ate, all she's looking for in the forest is a taste of that control she's been missing. She'll seize it anywhere she can find it, and take it as far as it can go.

History: Hawk was born to a breeder who had been experimenting, trying to find a cat that would bring to mind the large, fierce cats of Asia. He had been fascinated for a long time in that look, and with bringing the small, fragile house cat back to the glory of its ancestors. When this large kitten was born, it was to the pride of his owner, as he was of a larger birth weight than any of the kittens the breeder had bred before. A happy man, he bestowed the name Thor on the young cat, not phased at all by the fact the kitten was a female, and not the male that had been hoped for.

Thor grew up to be a bright, energetic cat, and disrupted the home of her owner far too much for her to be allowed to stay an indoor cat. Thus, she was relocated to the background, and forced to suffer a collar linked to a chain so that she would stay inside the fence. After all, her large size made the little white fence anything but daunting, and her owner certainly couldn't afford to lose her. The chain was fairly long, though, and she still had the chance to interact with the other cats who occasionally came to visit and admire her. They wanted to see her hunt little animals along with a whole host of other things, but the collar and chain made her clumsy, and unable to chase the animals very far. It was during her days in the backyard that she developed both her disdain for the small, weak cats of the neighborhood, and a disgust with restraints.

One day, a visiting cat passed along a rumor to her that there were such things as wild cats, and many living pretty close-by. It intrigued Thor, and set her to plotting. She had made up her mind that she hated living where she was, and would do anything to change her situation. Before the rumor about the clan cats had been told to her, she had been mauling over the decision to run away and live in the streets, but she had heard about other cats doing that, and their stories usually ended with them either being returned to their owners or being killed when found. Neither appealed to her. Living with the clan cats, though, that seemed possible. If it was out of the town, she doubted she'd be found by twolegs, and grass and trees were much more preferable than sidewalks and streets. She decided to go for it.

The next day, she escaped. It wasn't too difficult, because Thor was a bright cat. Once a week, her owner would bring her inside to be cleaned and groomed. In that time, the collar would come off, and she could feel at least a little free while water was being thrown about (having lived through this treatment so long, she had been habituated to it). To get her back outside, the owner would hold on gently to the loose skin on the back of her neck and walk her to the door. When the door opened, Thor just had to engage her muscles in tearing herself out of the loose grip, and then bounding for the fence. And then she was gone. To the forest!

When she reached the forest, she decided to change her name. She had no idea what "Thor" was supposed to mean, but some of the older and wiser cats who had spoken to her had commented about it being a rather masculine name, and she certainly wasn't a tom! Considering that she was the strongest of the kittypets she had known, and wanting to come off as fierce and as suited to life on her own as possible, she chose the name "Hawk" for herself. She had seen many hawks fly over her home on the calmer days, and they had seemed graceful but frightening, majestic but strong. Deciding that that would be her identity in the forest, she considered it the perfect name. And then she started her new life as a forest cat.

Not long after she started wandering in the forest, she found her first group of cats. So many had dark pelts that she felt a little self-conscious at first, but she joined them, convinced that this was one of the clans her friend had told her about. She didn't know that it was Deathclan, and ran so differently than the rest of the clans in the forest, but she readily learned their ways and quickly adapted to it, to the point where she was virtually indistinguishable, physically, mentally, and emotionally, from the cats that surrounded her. Here was the home she wanted, with few restrictions and almost complete freedom, along with the companionship of other cats. It was a perfect home.


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[Fia]

Very nice! =] Your bio has been ACCEPTED and will now be moved to the appropriate board. Yay for sane DeathClanners. XD