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Hawkspine bids farewell to Sealpaw as he usually does, parting ways with the daylighter patrol at the Twolegplace border, and mentions to the other SkyClanners that he is going hunting. This is a common occurrence now (once a quarter moon or so), and he likes to think Sealpaw likes the extra...

"We are usually on good terms with RiverClan," Hawkspine meows thoughtfully, half to himself and half to Sealpaw as their patrol meanders towards the river border. He often forgets things about their former ally (had they really been allies?) in comparison to ThunderClan. The latter's constant...

A nudge to Hawkspine's left shoulder makes him flinch, a ragged gasp of choked shock leaving his throat before he looks upon his assailant and finds his littermate. An apology dies on his tongue, defensiveness rising in its place. "You scared the pelt off me," he whines, but his maw shuts...

text [accordion width=100%] ✦ hawkspine.ㅤBIOGRAPHYㅤ/ㅤTOYHOU.SE »ㅤtrans male (he / him)ㅤ/ queer, single ; padding after roaringsun »ㅤ20 moons oldㅤ/ㅤages up on the 28th »ㅤfulltime warrior of skyclan »ㅤhowlfire x coyotecrestㅤ/ㅤlittermate to blazingheart and wolfpaw »ㅤmentoring...

It's me, Roaringsun rumbles from somewhere unknown but across the scent markers, and Hawkspine's entire body relaxes. He exhales, unaware he'd been holding his breath in the first place, and cranes his head to catch sight of sun-ruddy fur. He doesn't have to wait long, half-blurred hazel meeting...

Hawkspine has taken a walk nearly every night for the past moon, in constant motion as if that would keep the exhaustion of burning the candle at both ends at bay. The warriors must have noticed by now, but he doesn't care so much— as long as he's not followed, then he is free. His paws lead him...

BOOM! Hawkspine flinches awake, breathing heavily, ears pricked and eyes wide as if the added sensory input would help him detect what had just happened. Wha- why was he awake? Why does he feel like he's been rattled in his bones? Another hollow explosion rattles the forest and Hawkspine...

"H-hey guys is anyone else dr-opping their herbs ... ?" Hawkspine manages, ducking his head once more to pick up the scattering of comfrey leaves he'd managed to cobble together. He's pretty sure he's found some catmint, unaware that he's wrong in this assessment: with his stuffy nose he can't...

The blizzard has been cruel. Hawkspine's patrols had barely paid off in the lead-up to it, but once the snow had started to fall it seemed he'd had better luck. Even now, with the snow coming down heavy above them, his half-blurred vision spies a generous mawful of pine needles beneath the snow...

It's not exactly the night off from duties that Hawkspine had hoped for, but the atmosphere within SkyClan camp has turned downright festive despite it. His Clanmates mingle, and chatter fills the air, and a long-dormant desire to have fun sparks in the warrior. His nest is scant (most of the...

Is it better to find nothing at all, or to find something and have it vanish? Again and again, Hawkspine's hunting skills come up short. Today is no exception, half-followed scent trails leading to empty paws and a growling stomach. His tail whisks, ears pinning briefly as he makes eye contact...

Crossing the territory perched in its steady cradle of branches was, in Hawkspine's opinion, the safest way to get to the border. He's glad that most of the Clan agrees. It gave them an advantage of height, some dappled-pelt warriors even earning camouflage among the leaves and needles. Despite...

"But I didn't get the mouse!" Hawkspine exclaims in plaintive retort to Florabreeze's order, his cry half a growl of frustration. It had been a sizeable mouse, enough to feed at least a warrior, but in all of the excitement his quarry had scurried away the instant he'd glanced at the twoleg. It...

For better or for worse, Hawkspine gives it thought. The confession doesn't quash the gentle unfurling of friendship's wings between the SkyClanner's ribs. If anything, Hawkspine respects Roaringsun more for the admission, for sharing the unpleasant truth. Hawkspine rolls to a crouch and...