Post by 20mia08 on Mar 25, 2020 15:39:49 GMT
The wild-furred warrior sat like a gargoyle stationed within the depths of the warrior's den, his broad shoulders towering over his square-shaped skull as he leaned down to admire the exoskeleton of the beetle at his paws. The massive warrior spent little time on the simple things, as he was more frequently found on patrols to ensure that the borders were secured, especially from those ShadowClan heathens. It must have been a strange sight, seeing a feline as burlesque as Hawktalon fidgeting with something so tiny and delicate. It was like the elephant and the mouse, save for the fact that the warrior had the heart of a lion, and a tongue as sharp as its claws.
The tom eventually dusted the beetle's skin off to the side with a single motion of his wide paw, rising in a small stretch as he surveyed his surroundings. He had rested long enough, and now the sun was on the rise, a cue that it was time for the warrior to get back to his usual business. Seldom did the warrior strike up conversation with his fellow clanmates, ever since his disowned sister took up the rank of DarkClan leader. He was a shame to his clan, now that Ravenstar tarnished his good record with her unlikable element.
Curse her and her clan of savages.
Like the creature he was named after, he would rise up and strike her down, all sibling attachment aside. Then, Hawktalon would gain the respect of ThunderClan that he had been born deserving.