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Took me forever to decide, but I'm gonna hop back into ss! I give you Hawkmoth: the perfect blend of Lumberfoot and Potatopaw- Gilia Edition!

Original design was made by Ask-Mountainclaw

(ʃƪ ˘ ³˘)

Overview:

Name: Hawkmoth

   previous names: Hawk-kit, Hawkpaw

Gender: female

   pronouns: she/her

Age: 58 moons (ages up every 21st; joined 10/21/18)
-11/21 aged up

birthplace: GiliaClan's nursery

birthdate: late frostfall

Orientation: homoromantic asexual

Clan: GiliaClan

rank: caregiver

Description:

Height: slightly taller than average

Weight: plump

Breed: Scottish fold / ragdoll / Maine coon / moggy

Appearance:  Hawkmoth is a sturdy and strong molly with a sloping muzzle, folded ears, and blazing orange eyes. She is a bit on the heavy side; combined with her thick fur, this makes her look rather imposing to strangers. Her fur is soft, becoming more wispy and flowy on her chest, belly, and tail. Her tabby markings are swirling and indistinct, and have not yet been marred by any serious scars. Her paws look just a tad too small for her body.

Identifying Marks/Features:

Folded ears
Freckles on her cheeks
Feathery tail

Scent: cold, clean stone

Voice: Hannah Telle as Max Caulfield - www.youtube.com/watch?v=eXDXkl…

Personality:
[Loyal][Compassionate][Protective] [Friendly][Reserved][Self-sacrificing] [Anxious][Critical][Hesitant]

Loyal: giving or showing firm and constant support or allegiance to a person or institution. Loyalty to GiliaClan runs deep within Hawkmoth. She cares about her Clanmates’ safety and wellbeing more than she cares about her own.

Compassionate: feeling or showing sympathy and concern for others. Being a caregiver, Hawkmoth’s main purpose in life is to keep her Clan comfortable and to make her Clanmates feel loved and cared for. She’s a shoulder to cry on for anyone who needs it, and she’s great at caring for kittens.

Protective: having or showing a strong wish to keep someone or something safe from harm. Going hand-by-hand with her dogged loyalty is Hawkmoth’s protective instincts. She’ll do anything to keep her Clanmates safe.

Friendly: kind and pleasant. Hawkmoth will chat and make nice with most any cats. She has a quite comforting presence that makes her easy to talk to and confide in. She might get too comfortable talking with cats from other Clans, however.

Reserved: slow to reveal emotion or opinions. Hawkmoth may be friendly and approachable, but she’s rather closed off with her own emotions. Cats could know her for SEASONS before she trusts them enough to let her guard down.

Self-sacrificing: sacrifice of oneself or one's interest for others or for a cause or ideal. As shown by her rescue of Frecklepaw (see history), Hawkmoth puts aside all of her fears and doubts to save a cat in dire need- even at the possible cost of her own life.

Anxious: full of mental distress or uneasiness because of fear of danger or misfortune. Hawkmoth’s repressed feelings about her past have manifested in the form of anxiety. Anticipating important future events, such as Gatherings or battles, make her especially nervous.

Self-critical: expressing adverse or disapproving comments or judgments about oneself. The guilt Hawkmoth carries over not being able to prevent the losses of her loved ones makes her question her actions often. She picks apart her interactions in her mind to judge whether or not she said the right things or made the right decisions. Anxiety plays into this.

Hesitant: tentative, unsure, or slow in acting or speaking. Don’t get her wrong; hesitation plays no part in Hawkmoth’s care of others. It only applies to herself. When asked to come do things with her Clanmates, even if they’re tame activities, she has a tendency to hesitate until she no longer has the opportunity to join in. This can range from the uncommon patrol, to going for walks, to just hanging out with her Clanmates. Anxiety also plays into this.

Strengths and Weaknesses:

Physical Strengths: [Strong and solid][Good reflexes]

Mental Strengths: [Perceptive][Logical thinker]

Physical Flaws/Weaknesses: [Bad runner][Overheats easily]

Mental Flaws/Weaknesses: [Bad memory][Easily confused]

Opinions:

Faith: ★★★★☆

On Religion: "StarClan exists for sure. There's no other way to explain the things that our leaders and medicine cats are capable of. However, I think I view them a bit differently than most. I fear them more than anything. If they're as all-powerful as I've been taught, then I fear the suffering that they allow all of us to go through. Beings who allow kits to be stillborn and cats to be murdered are not wise and kind. They are cold and cruel."

On CamasClan: "They seem to share a lot of the same ideals that I do, though they're more complacent than I am. My Clanmates may look down upon CamasClanners but I personally don't feel the need to waste energy hating them."

On GiliaClan: "I was born and raised within this Clan's rocky walls. Nearly everything I care about is here, and I would defend it all with my life."

On SpurClan:  "I don't understand their customs. How a cat can be comfortable hunting in pitch-black tunnels at night, I'll never know. The stereotype is that they're all as sneaky as snakes. I don't know if this is completely true, but I am wary of SpurClanners despite myself."

Character:

Likes:

Entertaining kits
Good conversation
Rain, especially thunderstorms
Butterflies and moths
Quiet company
Platonic physical contact
Rainbows

Dislikes:
Hot, cloudless days
Intentionally rude cats
Arrogance
Large bodies of water
Accepting help from others
Senseless bickering
Spiders

Fun Facts:

She has a tendency to be a "people watcher." She'll watch and listen to her Clanmates' day-to-day activities and she has a weird knowledge of each of them without actually knowing them personally. She doesn't think there's anything wrong with this. Her Clanmates think otherwise.
She's a reactionary fighter and hunter, more than anything. She'll often be the one that prey is chased to, and she’s an expert at using her opponents' movements against them in battle.
Her greatest fear is losing any more of her loved ones. Her greatest TANGIBLE fear is being stuck underwater and unable to find the surface.
If she were to find a spider anywhere near her nest, she'd find an excuse to sleep elsewhere.
Her most cherished memory is of one of the last days she spent with her best friend Eagleclaw. Their relationship was rocked by Eagleclaw’s actions and it came to a huge blow-out argument. However, instead of this ruining the relationship, they chose to apologize and forgive each other. They curled together in a cave and watched a rainbow form as the light rain cleared. Rainbows remind her of her best friend to this day.

History:

Parents and early life:
Hawk-kit and Wildkit were born to proud parents Rainpelt and Pebblestream. Though the two cats loved their children, they had found themselves drifting apart even before they knew Pebblestream was expecting. They decided it best to distance themselves from each other and live separately, coming together only for their kits. This was fine by both of them and neither bore the other any ill will; they didn’t, at least, until tragedy struck their small family.

It was Rainpelt’s fault. He was the one held responsible for it, in any case. Wildkit was closer to him, while Hawk-kit stuck closer to her mother. Hawk-kit constantly expressed her concerns that Rainpelt was too rough in practicing fighting moves with her sister. Hawk-kit even noticed the two of them sneaking out of camp at night to continue “training,” but was bullied into keeping her mouth shut by Wildkit. One day, Wildkit and Rainpelt went missing. Wildkit’s blood was found outside of camp, and Rainpelt’s trail led all the way out of Clan territory. Neither have been heard from since, and it is assumed that Rainpelt accidentally killed the kit and fled to avoid the consequences like a coward. Hawk-kit felt sick and also partially responsible for her sister’s disappearance. Guilt over not having told someone about their secret training sooner would stick with her later on in life.

Though Hawk-kit was sad, she wasn’t quite old enough to fully grasp the weight of the situation. It took her mother Pebblestream a lot longer to recover from her loss. Hawk-kit was there for her mother, deciding very early on that she’d be her mother’s rock and protector. With her daughter’s support, Pebblestream managed to pick herself up and recover by the time Hawk-kit was ready to be apprenticed.

Apprenticeship:

Hawkpaw was apprenticed to Whiteshell, a small warrior with a big personality. Despite Hawkpaw’s more quiet and shy demeanor, the two of them were a very good match. Whiteshell helped bring Hawkpaw out of her shell, while Hawkpaw helped diffuse and calm her wily mentor.

Hawkpaw quickly grew to be larger than her mentor, which didn’t phase Whiteshell at all. The molly knew that a smaller target was harder to hit, and she used this to hone her apprentice’s reflexes. This style of training gave Hawkpaw a keen eye for predicting an opponent’s movements, as well as deadly fast reflexes. Whiteshell was always very supportive of her apprentice and made time to genuinely praise her outside of training, which was usually more smack-talk than anything. The two became very close friends in their time together.

Another friend that Hawkpaw made during her apprenticeship was a tiny gray molly named Eaglepaw. Eaglepaw was a bit older than Hawkpaw, but she looked like a kit next to the larger apprentice. They became very fast friends. Eaglepaw’s brave and outgoing personality was a good foil to Hawkpaw’s quiet and reserved one. Eaglepaw was able to get Hawkpaw to loosen up and have fun, instead of only focusing on hunting and training. Most importantly, Eaglepaw filled the void left by Hawkpaw’s missing family. Eaglepaw would talk and laugh with her, but she’d also comfort her and cry with her. Hawkpaw thought that this must be what it was like to have a sibling, and she cherished Eaglepaw more than anything else on the steppe.

Eaglepaw, given the warrior name Eagleclaw, cheered loudest when it came time for Hawkpaw to become a full warrior. Whiteshell retired to the elders’ den after completing her training with Hawkpaw, stating that she couldn’t have chosen a better cat to end her warrior duties with.

Warriorhood:

Hawkpaw was given the warrior name Hawkmoth for her quiet disposition and her swirling tabby fur. She was happy to be a warrior, and even more happy to have made Whiteshell, Eagleclaw, and Pebblestream proud. She did her duties with gusto, and was even given an apprentice of her own after a short time.

Peakpaw was an extroverted and noisy apprentice who loved to get into trouble. Hawkmoth cared deeply for him anyways and did her best to guide the young tom along the right path. Unfortunately, this earned a lot of push-back from him. Peakpaw hated being reprimanded or held responsible for his actions. Hawkmoth explained to him time and time again that he’d have to be more cautious and less reckless if he wanted to become a warrior, but he shrugged it off and continued to perform more and more daring stunts to impress his denmates.

Hawkmoth began getting nervous and irritated one day when Peakpaw wasn’t on time for the evening patrol she’d told him to be prepared for. She waited for a while before going out to look for him. She was filled with cold dread at where she found him. He and another apprentice called Frecklepaw had jumped into the river at the very edge of GiliaClan territory. They were clinging desperately to a submerged rock- and they were slipping. Hawkmoth flung herself into the water without hesitation, paddling furiously despite her fear of drowning to rescue the apprentices. Just as she reached the rock, Peakpaw’s head went under and he tumbled down the river.

Hawkmoth dragged Frecklepaw to safety and then sprinted off along the edge of the water after her apprentice, but it was too late. Peakpaw’s body was found and recovered by a CamasClan patrol just before Hawkmoth arrived. She took the apprentice home, feeling hollow and guilty. Though most cats didn’t blame her, she felt responsible for his death. She slept in Eagleclaw’s nest for many nights following the tragedy.

After Peakpaw’s death had become a more distant ache, Hawkmoth began noticing something strange. Eagleclaw was going off on her own a lot more often and coming home devoid of any scent whatsoever, as though she were grooming furiously before returning. Hawkmoth was both frustrated and concerned that her best friend was suddenly no longer present in her life, and she interrogated her when she snuck back into camp early one morning. Eagleclaw confessed that she’d met a loner she’d fallen head-over-heels in love with. She also admitted that she’d agreed to run away with him in a moon’s time.

Hawkmoth was furious. More furious than she’d ever been at another cat in her life. Shestopped talking to Eagleclaw for several days. How DARE she leave her with no warning like this? First Rainpelt and Wildkit, then Peakpaw, and now Eagleclaw? She couldn’t process her grief at losing yet another cat that she cared about. About halfway through Eagleclaw’s last moon in GiliaClan, Hawkmoth’s anger finally fizzled into quiet acceptance. She approached Eagleclaw and apologized for reacting so angrily. Her friend apologized for not telling her sooner. They spent the entire next half-moon by each others’ side, being together as much as they could before Eagleclaw left camp for the last time. They said their farewells, and then the gray molly was gone. Hawkmoth looks, but she hasn’t seen any sign that her friend will come back to visit.

Nowadays, Hawkmoth is is still the same kind and caring cat that she always was, though her actions carry a more somber vibe than they did before. She made the decision to become a caregiver after Eagleclaw left. She wants to help care for and advise as many cats as she can so that no one else has to go through the pain and loss that she had to endure. She misses her lost friends and family deeply, especially Eagleclaw and Peakpaw. She tries not to let it get her down too much, since she still has Pebblestream and Whiteshell to look after. She’s friendly and open to getting to know her Clanmates as friends, rather than just peers.

(More to be added)

Relationships:

Family:

Father- Rainpelt (presumed deceased): gray speckled tabby tom with orange eyes
Mother- Pebblestream (living): brown classic tabby molly with golden eyes
Sister- Wildkit (presumed deceased): brown speckled tabby molly with yellow eyes

Mentor:

Whiteshell (retired to elders): small white molly with lilac van coloration and pale orange eyes

Apprentices:

Peakpaw (deceased): dark ginger and white tom with pale green eyes

Mates:
.x.

OOC:

Username: Xiao / Adrienne
User Pronouns: she/her

Activity Level: moderate - high

Methods:

discord dms: preferred

discord server: preferred

notes: if we HAVE to, but discord is always easiest

google docs: no thanks

other: n/a

RP Example:

Twinkletail stopped in the entrance of the warriors’ den and squinted out into camp. It was a chilly morning, they thought with a shiver. The dawn patrol was returning, and the rest of the Clan was just beginning to stir as well.

Dodged that blow, Twinkletail sighed to themselves as the returning patrol settled in for breakfast. They glanced back at the sleeping cats behind them. Seems like a lot of us did. Plenty of their Clanmates were still asleep in their nests, likely reluctant to move due to the leaf-fall chill that was moving into the forest. Understandable, Twinkletail mused, but still. It was getting later and there was no way they’d let themselves be volunteered alone for the next patrol while the rest of the warriors slept in. With an exaggerated grunt, Twinkletail bowed down into a huge stretch, yawning as loudly as they could.

“Boy oh boy, it sure is a great day to be a warrior!” they exclaimed, hoping to startle every cat within earshot. “I sure do love patrolling with my Clanmates on mornings like these.” Satisfied that they’d probably awoken every cat from here to Twolegplace, Twinkletail sauntered out of the warriors’ den with a flick of their long tail.

Description

Took me forever to decide, but I'm gonna hop back into ss! I give you Hawkmoth: the perfect blend of Lumberfoot and Potatopaw- Gilia Edition!

Original design was made by Ask-Mountainclaw

(ʃƪ ˘ ³˘)

Overview:

Name: Hawkmoth

   previous names: Hawk-kit, Hawkpaw

Gender: female

   pronouns: she/her

Age: 58 moons (ages up every 21st; joined 10/21/18)
-11/21 aged up

birthplace: GiliaClan's nursery

birthdate: late frostfall

Orientation: homoromantic asexual

Clan: GiliaClan

rank: caregiver

Description:

Height: slightly taller than average

Weight: plump

Breed: Scottish fold / ragdoll / Maine coon / moggy

Appearance:  Hawkmoth is a sturdy and strong molly with a sloping muzzle, folded ears, and blazing orange eyes. She is a bit on the heavy side; combined with her thick fur, this makes her look rather imposing to strangers. Her fur is soft, becoming more wispy and flowy on her chest, belly, and tail. Her tabby markings are swirling and indistinct, and have not yet been marred by any serious scars. Her paws look just a tad too small for her body.

Identifying Marks/Features:

Folded ears
Freckles on her cheeks
Feathery tail

Scent: cold, clean stone

Voice: Hannah Telle as Max Caulfield - www.youtube.com/watch?v=eXDXkl…

Personality:
[Loyal][Compassionate][Protective] [Friendly][Reserved][Self-sacrificing] [Anxious][Critical][Hesitant]

Loyal: giving or showing firm and constant support or allegiance to a person or institution. Loyalty to GiliaClan runs deep within Hawkmoth. She cares about her Clanmates’ safety and wellbeing more than she cares about her own.

Compassionate: feeling or showing sympathy and concern for others. Being a caregiver, Hawkmoth’s main purpose in life is to keep her Clan comfortable and to make her Clanmates feel loved and cared for. She’s a shoulder to cry on for anyone who needs it, and she’s great at caring for kittens.

Protective: having or showing a strong wish to keep someone or something safe from harm. Going hand-by-hand with her dogged loyalty is Hawkmoth’s protective instincts. She’ll do anything to keep her Clanmates safe.

Friendly: kind and pleasant. Hawkmoth will chat and make nice with most any cats. She has a quite comforting presence that makes her easy to talk to and confide in. She might get too comfortable talking with cats from other Clans, however.

Reserved: slow to reveal emotion or opinions. Hawkmoth may be friendly and approachable, but she’s rather closed off with her own emotions. Cats could know her for SEASONS before she trusts them enough to let her guard down.

Self-sacrificing: sacrifice of oneself or one's interest for others or for a cause or ideal. As shown by her rescue of Frecklepaw (see history), Hawkmoth puts aside all of her fears and doubts to save a cat in dire need- even at the possible cost of her own life.

Anxious: full of mental distress or uneasiness because of fear of danger or misfortune. Hawkmoth’s repressed feelings about her past have manifested in the form of anxiety. Anticipating important future events, such as Gatherings or battles, make her especially nervous.

Self-critical: expressing adverse or disapproving comments or judgments about oneself. The guilt Hawkmoth carries over not being able to prevent the losses of her loved ones makes her question her actions often. She picks apart her interactions in her mind to judge whether or not she said the right things or made the right decisions. Anxiety plays into this.

Hesitant: tentative, unsure, or slow in acting or speaking. Don’t get her wrong; hesitation plays no part in Hawkmoth’s care of others. It only applies to herself. When asked to come do things with her Clanmates, even if they’re tame activities, she has a tendency to hesitate until she no longer has the opportunity to join in. This can range from the uncommon patrol, to going for walks, to just hanging out with her Clanmates. Anxiety also plays into this.

Strengths and Weaknesses:

Physical Strengths: [Strong and solid][Good reflexes]

Mental Strengths: [Perceptive][Logical thinker]

Physical Flaws/Weaknesses: [Bad runner][Overheats easily]

Mental Flaws/Weaknesses: [Bad memory][Easily confused]

Opinions:

Faith: ★★★★☆

On Religion: "StarClan exists for sure. There's no other way to explain the things that our leaders and medicine cats are capable of. However, I think I view them a bit differently than most. I fear them more than anything. If they're as all-powerful as I've been taught, then I fear the suffering that they allow all of us to go through. Beings who allow kits to be stillborn and cats to be murdered are not wise and kind. They are cold and cruel."

On CamasClan: "They seem to share a lot of the same ideals that I do, though they're more complacent than I am. My Clanmates may look down upon CamasClanners but I personally don't feel the need to waste energy hating them."

On GiliaClan: "I was born and raised within this Clan's rocky walls. Nearly everything I care about is here, and I would defend it all with my life."

On SpurClan:  "I don't understand their customs. How a cat can be comfortable hunting in pitch-black tunnels at night, I'll never know. The stereotype is that they're all as sneaky as snakes. I don't know if this is completely true, but I am wary of SpurClanners despite myself."

Character:

Likes:

Entertaining kits
Good conversation
Rain, especially thunderstorms
Butterflies and moths
Quiet company
Platonic physical contact
Rainbows

Dislikes:
Hot, cloudless days
Intentionally rude cats
Arrogance
Large bodies of water
Accepting help from others
Senseless bickering
Spiders

Fun Facts:

She has a tendency to be a "people watcher." She'll watch and listen to her Clanmates' day-to-day activities and she has a weird knowledge of each of them without actually knowing them personally. She doesn't think there's anything wrong with this. Her Clanmates think otherwise.
She's a reactionary fighter and hunter, more than anything. She'll often be the one that prey is chased to, and she’s an expert at using her opponents' movements against them in battle.
Her greatest fear is losing any more of her loved ones. Her greatest TANGIBLE fear is being stuck underwater and unable to find the surface.
If she were to find a spider anywhere near her nest, she'd find an excuse to sleep elsewhere.
Her most cherished memory is of one of the last days she spent with her best friend Eagleclaw. Their relationship was rocked by Eagleclaw’s actions and it came to a huge blow-out argument. However, instead of this ruining the relationship, they chose to apologize and forgive each other. They curled together in a cave and watched a rainbow form as the light rain cleared. Rainbows remind her of her best friend to this day.

History:

Parents and early life:
Hawk-kit and Wildkit were born to proud parents Rainpelt and Pebblestream. Though the two cats loved their children, they had found themselves drifting apart even before they knew Pebblestream was expecting. They decided it best to distance themselves from each other and live separately, coming together only for their kits. This was fine by both of them and neither bore the other any ill will; they didn’t, at least, until tragedy struck their small family.

It was Rainpelt’s fault. He was the one held responsible for it, in any case. Wildkit was closer to him, while Hawk-kit stuck closer to her mother. Hawk-kit constantly expressed her concerns that Rainpelt was too rough in practicing fighting moves with her sister. Hawk-kit even noticed the two of them sneaking out of camp at night to continue “training,” but was bullied into keeping her mouth shut by Wildkit. One day, Wildkit and Rainpelt went missing. Wildkit’s blood was found outside of camp, and Rainpelt’s trail led all the way out of Clan territory. Neither have been heard from since, and it is assumed that Rainpelt accidentally killed the kit and fled to avoid the consequences like a coward. Hawk-kit felt sick and also partially responsible for her sister’s disappearance. Guilt over not having told someone about their secret training sooner would stick with her later on in life.

Though Hawk-kit was sad, she wasn’t quite old enough to fully grasp the weight of the situation. It took her mother Pebblestream a lot longer to recover from her loss. Hawk-kit was there for her mother, deciding very early on that she’d be her mother’s rock and protector. With her daughter’s support, Pebblestream managed to pick herself up and recover by the time Hawk-kit was ready to be apprenticed.

Apprenticeship:

Hawkpaw was apprenticed to Whiteshell, a small warrior with a big personality. Despite Hawkpaw’s more quiet and shy demeanor, the two of them were a very good match. Whiteshell helped bring Hawkpaw out of her shell, while Hawkpaw helped diffuse and calm her wily mentor.

Hawkpaw quickly grew to be larger than her mentor, which didn’t phase Whiteshell at all. The molly knew that a smaller target was harder to hit, and she used this to hone her apprentice’s reflexes. This style of training gave Hawkpaw a keen eye for predicting an opponent’s movements, as well as deadly fast reflexes. Whiteshell was always very supportive of her apprentice and made time to genuinely praise her outside of training, which was usually more smack-talk than anything. The two became very close friends in their time together.

Another friend that Hawkpaw made during her apprenticeship was a tiny gray molly named Eaglepaw. Eaglepaw was a bit older than Hawkpaw, but she looked like a kit next to the larger apprentice. They became very fast friends. Eaglepaw’s brave and outgoing personality was a good foil to Hawkpaw’s quiet and reserved one. Eaglepaw was able to get Hawkpaw to loosen up and have fun, instead of only focusing on hunting and training. Most importantly, Eaglepaw filled the void left by Hawkpaw’s missing family. Eaglepaw would talk and laugh with her, but she’d also comfort her and cry with her. Hawkpaw thought that this must be what it was like to have a sibling, and she cherished Eaglepaw more than anything else on the steppe.

Eaglepaw, given the warrior name Eagleclaw, cheered loudest when it came time for Hawkpaw to become a full warrior. Whiteshell retired to the elders’ den after completing her training with Hawkpaw, stating that she couldn’t have chosen a better cat to end her warrior duties with.

Warriorhood:

Hawkpaw was given the warrior name Hawkmoth for her quiet disposition and her swirling tabby fur. She was happy to be a warrior, and even more happy to have made Whiteshell, Eagleclaw, and Pebblestream proud. She did her duties with gusto, and was even given an apprentice of her own after a short time.

Peakpaw was an extroverted and noisy apprentice who loved to get into trouble. Hawkmoth cared deeply for him anyways and did her best to guide the young tom along the right path. Unfortunately, this earned a lot of push-back from him. Peakpaw hated being reprimanded or held responsible for his actions. Hawkmoth explained to him time and time again that he’d have to be more cautious and less reckless if he wanted to become a warrior, but he shrugged it off and continued to perform more and more daring stunts to impress his denmates.

Hawkmoth began getting nervous and irritated one day when Peakpaw wasn’t on time for the evening patrol she’d told him to be prepared for. She waited for a while before going out to look for him. She was filled with cold dread at where she found him. He and another apprentice called Frecklepaw had jumped into the river at the very edge of GiliaClan territory. They were clinging desperately to a submerged rock- and they were slipping. Hawkmoth flung herself into the water without hesitation, paddling furiously despite her fear of drowning to rescue the apprentices. Just as she reached the rock, Peakpaw’s head went under and he tumbled down the river.

Hawkmoth dragged Frecklepaw to safety and then sprinted off along the edge of the water after her apprentice, but it was too late. Peakpaw’s body was found and recovered by a CamasClan patrol just before Hawkmoth arrived. She took the apprentice home, feeling hollow and guilty. Though most cats didn’t blame her, she felt responsible for his death. She slept in Eagleclaw’s nest for many nights following the tragedy.

After Peakpaw’s death had become a more distant ache, Hawkmoth began noticing something strange. Eagleclaw was going off on her own a lot more often and coming home devoid of any scent whatsoever, as though she were grooming furiously before returning. Hawkmoth was both frustrated and concerned that her best friend was suddenly no longer present in her life, and she interrogated her when she snuck back into camp early one morning. Eagleclaw confessed that she’d met a loner she’d fallen head-over-heels in love with. She also admitted that she’d agreed to run away with him in a moon’s time.

Hawkmoth was furious. More furious than she’d ever been at another cat in her life. Shestopped talking to Eagleclaw for several days. How DARE she leave her with no warning like this? First Rainpelt and Wildkit, then Peakpaw, and now Eagleclaw? She couldn’t process her grief at losing yet another cat that she cared about. About halfway through Eagleclaw’s last moon in GiliaClan, Hawkmoth’s anger finally fizzled into quiet acceptance. She approached Eagleclaw and apologized for reacting so angrily. Her friend apologized for not telling her sooner. They spent the entire next half-moon by each others’ side, being together as much as they could before Eagleclaw left camp for the last time. They said their farewells, and then the gray molly was gone. Hawkmoth looks, but she hasn’t seen any sign that her friend will come back to visit.

Nowadays, Hawkmoth is is still the same kind and caring cat that she always was, though her actions carry a more somber vibe than they did before. She made the decision to become a caregiver after Eagleclaw left. She wants to help care for and advise as many cats as she can so that no one else has to go through the pain and loss that she had to endure. She misses her lost friends and family deeply, especially Eagleclaw and Peakpaw. She tries not to let it get her down too much, since she still has Pebblestream and Whiteshell to look after. She’s friendly and open to getting to know her Clanmates as friends, rather than just peers.

(More to be added)

Relationships:

Family:

Father- Rainpelt (presumed deceased): gray speckled tabby tom with orange eyes
Mother- Pebblestream (living): brown classic tabby molly with golden eyes
Sister- Wildkit (presumed deceased): brown speckled tabby molly with yellow eyes

Mentor:

Whiteshell (retired to elders): small white molly with lilac van coloration and pale orange eyes

Apprentices:

Peakpaw (deceased): dark ginger and white tom with pale green eyes

Mates:
.x.

OOC:

Username: Xiao / Adrienne
User Pronouns: she/her

Activity Level: moderate - high

Methods:

discord dms: preferred

discord server: preferred

notes: if we HAVE to, but discord is always easiest

google docs: no thanks

other: n/a

RP Example:

Twinkletail stopped in the entrance of the warriors’ den and squinted out into camp. It was a chilly morning, they thought with a shiver. The dawn patrol was returning, and the rest of the Clan was just beginning to stir as well.

Dodged that blow, Twinkletail sighed to themselves as the returning patrol settled in for breakfast. They glanced back at the sleeping cats behind them. Seems like a lot of us did. Plenty of their Clanmates were still asleep in their nests, likely reluctant to move due to the leaf-fall chill that was moving into the forest. Understandable, Twinkletail mused, but still. It was getting later and there was no way they’d let themselves be volunteered alone for the next patrol while the rest of the warriors slept in. With an exaggerated grunt, Twinkletail bowed down into a huge stretch, yawning as loudly as they could.

“Boy oh boy, it sure is a great day to be a warrior!” they exclaimed, hoping to startle every cat within earshot. “I sure do love patrolling with my Clanmates on mornings like these.” Satisfied that they’d probably awoken every cat from here to Twolegplace, Twinkletail sauntered out of the warriors’ den with a flick of their long tail.