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Now introducing my sixth original Warriors character! ^^ Hawkthorn's name came about because I had misread the word "hawthorn" in a novel I'd been reading. Her design was inspired by markings that the pigs I work with sometimes have on their backs and faces. Quickswarm used to be her mate.

Names: Hawkkit, Hawkpaw, Hawkthorn
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Elder
Appearance: Lean white she-cat with pale blue-grey markings on the right side of her face and on her back. Her fur is very short, but always appears bristled on her shoulders and hindquarters. Blue-grey eyes, pink nose, and a triangular-shaped head. The tip of her right ear is missing, with the remainder having a U-shape. She has a thin, precise scar down the middle of her abdomen. She always has her ears swept backward.

Personality: Extremely bitter toward everyone and life in general because of the emotional trauma she suffered in the past. Very harsh with her words and quick to be judgemental, she has no qualms with lashing out at anyone who seems to be pestering her. Because of this, most cats try to steer clear of her, which leaves her a very lonely elder.

Background:
Hawkthorn was born and raised in WindClan. She was a good apprentice and warrior, and great at rabbit hunting. She led a fairly uneventful life, until she found a mate in Quickswarm and began to carry kits. She was very proud to be carrying her first litter, as she knew that the babies would be raised well and become valuable assets to her Clan.

Needing to get out of the nursery for a while, Hawkthorn decided to go for a short walk outside the camp one afternoon. While wandering here and there, she smelled something intriguing and followed it into a small copse of bushes. Whatever it was smelled edible, so she cautiously crept forward to investigate it.

All of a sudden, something snapped behind her, startling her forward. She realised that a wire mesh surrounded her, and the thing that had snapped was the door to a cage. Frantic, she pushed against the wire that had closed behind her. It wouldn't budge, and she quickly grew tired. Frightened, Hawkthorn pressed against the side of the cage and called for help.

Sundown arrived, and still no one responded to her cries. Exhausted, Hawkthorn sagged against the bottom of the cage and curled up, mewling in distress. She eventually drifted into a disturbed sleep.

Just as the sun began to rise, Hawkthorn heard Quickswarm's voice calling for her. She returned his cries, leading his patrol to her. The patrol tried their best to open the wire cage, pushing and pulling, but to no avail.

The sun had risen. The cage was still closed. Hawkthorn tingled with despair, though she clung to every soothing word her mate offered her. Suddenly, the patrol heard a crashing through the bushes, forcing them to scatter. A Twoleg had arrived and swiftly scooped up the cage that held Hawkthorn. She trembled at one end of the cage, crying for her Clanmates to save her, but there was nothing any of them could do.

Hawkthorn was loaded into a monster, the rumbling movement a wonder to behold. A short time later, the Twoleg removed her from the belly of the beast and took her into some kind of Twoleg dwelling. There was a cold scent to the place, and many dogs barking. She was passed to a second Twoleg, who took Hawkthorn to another room where she was unceremoniously shaken into a small, plastic box with two holes in the lid.

The Twoleg hooked two black tubes to the holes in the lid. Hawkthorn wrinkled her nose at the sickeningly-sweet scent that began to drift into the box from those holes. She began to become disoriented, and tossed herself from side to side to try and remain conscious, but a blanket of warm blackness covered her mind.

The next thing Hawkthorn knew, she was blinking awake, back in the wire cage that had trapped her and taken her to the cold, sterile place. Groaning, Hawkthorn managed to lift her head and fuzzily register that there was a pain in her belly and her right ear. She blinked again, trying to clear the fog from her eyesight, and stared down at her belly. There, she saw that her fur had been neatly clipped off. And in the middle of that barren field was a short, neat red line gently crusted with blood.

Hawkthorn realised that she could no longer feel the presence of life inside her womb.

Coldness swept through her body as she continued to stare at this thin red line. What had happened to her kits? A shriek of anguish wrenched itself from her throat as she curled into a small, tight ball at the back of the wire cage.

For a long time, Hawkthorn remained in her ball, not registering anything that happened in her surroundings. She was eventually tumbled out of the cage onto moist grass, but she could do no more than sit up dazedly. She just barely heard a Twolegs' footsteps retreating and a cat's worried meow rushing toward her.

Hawkthorn had only been gone for a day, but that day drastically changed her life forever. She became severely withdrawn with grief over her lost litter, to the point that she refused to listen to even Quickswarm. She knew the truth. She'd been to the Cutter. She would never again feel the stirrings of life within her. She was barren.

Hawkthorn emerged from her time of grieving a changed cat. She continued to perform her warrior duties, but she was intensely aggressive toward every cat who crossed her. Warriors from other Clans feared her in battle and even at Gatherings, while her own Clanmates learned to steer clear of her. Quickswarm, no longer her mate, tried futilely to coax back the sweet queen he had known, but Hawkthorn shunned all of his advances.

Age crept up on Hawkthorn, and she retired to the elder's den, where she sleeps off in her own separate nest and is the greatest fear of any young apprentice given flea and tick duty.

Hawkthorn's right ear-tip was removed in a U-shape because that was the signature the veterinarian who spayed her decided to adopt to indicate that she was a fixed female feral cat. This is mentioned to differentiate from the veterinarian who neutered Boxswipe , who has a V-shaped notch in his left ear.

DISCLAIMER!!
I ABSOLUTELY support spay/neuter programs for feral cats AND cats kept as pets! Notice that four of my eight characters are fixed! Hawkthorn's story was simply inspired by the thought of how might a feral female feel when she was spayed while pregnant? Would she feel an emotional loss? Would she have even known that she was pregnant? This is all speculation, and in no way am I saying that people shouldn't have their animals fixed!

This picture is not available for download, and as such, is not to be used for anything other than character design/colour reference. If you find a way to save it, you are stealing and will be reported. Usable lineart can be found here .

Warriors (c) Erin Hunter
Hawkthorn and artwork (c) ~WildpathOfShadowClan

Description
Now introducing my sixth original Warriors character! ^^ Hawkthorn's name came about because I had misread the word "hawthorn" in a novel I'd been reading. Her design was inspired by markings that the pigs I work with sometimes have on their backs and faces. Quickswarm used to be her mate.

Names: Hawkkit, Hawkpaw, Hawkthorn
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Elder
Appearance: Lean white she-cat with pale blue-grey markings on the right side of her face and on her back. Her fur is very short, but always appears bristled on her shoulders and hindquarters. Blue-grey eyes, pink nose, and a triangular-shaped head. The tip of her right ear is missing, with the remainder having a U-shape. She has a thin, precise scar down the middle of her abdomen. She always has her ears swept backward.

Personality: Extremely bitter toward everyone and life in general because of the emotional trauma she suffered in the past. Very harsh with her words and quick to be judgemental, she has no qualms with lashing out at anyone who seems to be pestering her. Because of this, most cats try to steer clear of her, which leaves her a very lonely elder.

Background:
Hawkthorn was born and raised in WindClan. She was a good apprentice and warrior, and great at rabbit hunting. She led a fairly uneventful life, until she found a mate in Quickswarm and began to carry kits. She was very proud to be carrying her first litter, as she knew that the babies would be raised well and become valuable assets to her Clan.

Needing to get out of the nursery for a while, Hawkthorn decided to go for a short walk outside the camp one afternoon. While wandering here and there, she smelled something intriguing and followed it into a small copse of bushes. Whatever it was smelled edible, so she cautiously crept forward to investigate it.

All of a sudden, something snapped behind her, startling her forward. She realised that a wire mesh surrounded her, and the thing that had snapped was the door to a cage. Frantic, she pushed against the wire that had closed behind her. It wouldn't budge, and she quickly grew tired. Frightened, Hawkthorn pressed against the side of the cage and called for help.

Sundown arrived, and still no one responded to her cries. Exhausted, Hawkthorn sagged against the bottom of the cage and curled up, mewling in distress. She eventually drifted into a disturbed sleep.

Just as the sun began to rise, Hawkthorn heard Quickswarm's voice calling for her. She returned his cries, leading his patrol to her. The patrol tried their best to open the wire cage, pushing and pulling, but to no avail.

The sun had risen. The cage was still closed. Hawkthorn tingled with despair, though she clung to every soothing word her mate offered her. Suddenly, the patrol heard a crashing through the bushes, forcing them to scatter. A Twoleg had arrived and swiftly scooped up the cage that held Hawkthorn. She trembled at one end of the cage, crying for her Clanmates to save her, but there was nothing any of them could do.

Hawkthorn was loaded into a monster, the rumbling movement a wonder to behold. A short time later, the Twoleg removed her from the belly of the beast and took her into some kind of Twoleg dwelling. There was a cold scent to the place, and many dogs barking. She was passed to a second Twoleg, who took Hawkthorn to another room where she was unceremoniously shaken into a small, plastic box with two holes in the lid.

The Twoleg hooked two black tubes to the holes in the lid. Hawkthorn wrinkled her nose at the sickeningly-sweet scent that began to drift into the box from those holes. She began to become disoriented, and tossed herself from side to side to try and remain conscious, but a blanket of warm blackness covered her mind.

The next thing Hawkthorn knew, she was blinking awake, back in the wire cage that had trapped her and taken her to the cold, sterile place. Groaning, Hawkthorn managed to lift her head and fuzzily register that there was a pain in her belly and her right ear. She blinked again, trying to clear the fog from her eyesight, and stared down at her belly. There, she saw that her fur had been neatly clipped off. And in the middle of that barren field was a short, neat red line gently crusted with blood.

Hawkthorn realised that she could no longer feel the presence of life inside her womb.

Coldness swept through her body as she continued to stare at this thin red line. What had happened to her kits? A shriek of anguish wrenched itself from her throat as she curled into a small, tight ball at the back of the wire cage.

For a long time, Hawkthorn remained in her ball, not registering anything that happened in her surroundings. She was eventually tumbled out of the cage onto moist grass, but she could do no more than sit up dazedly. She just barely heard a Twolegs' footsteps retreating and a cat's worried meow rushing toward her.

Hawkthorn had only been gone for a day, but that day drastically changed her life forever. She became severely withdrawn with grief over her lost litter, to the point that she refused to listen to even Quickswarm. She knew the truth. She'd been to the Cutter. She would never again feel the stirrings of life within her. She was barren.

Hawkthorn emerged from her time of grieving a changed cat. She continued to perform her warrior duties, but she was intensely aggressive toward every cat who crossed her. Warriors from other Clans feared her in battle and even at Gatherings, while her own Clanmates learned to steer clear of her. Quickswarm, no longer her mate, tried futilely to coax back the sweet queen he had known, but Hawkthorn shunned all of his advances.

Age crept up on Hawkthorn, and she retired to the elder's den, where she sleeps off in her own separate nest and is the greatest fear of any young apprentice given flea and tick duty.

Hawkthorn's right ear-tip was removed in a U-shape because that was the signature the veterinarian who spayed her decided to adopt to indicate that she was a fixed female feral cat. This is mentioned to differentiate from the veterinarian who neutered Boxswipe , who has a V-shaped notch in his left ear.

DISCLAIMER!!
I ABSOLUTELY support spay/neuter programs for feral cats AND cats kept as pets! Notice that four of my eight characters are fixed! Hawkthorn's story was simply inspired by the thought of how might a feral female feel when she was spayed while pregnant? Would she feel an emotional loss? Would she have even known that she was pregnant? This is all speculation, and in no way am I saying that people shouldn't have their animals fixed!

This picture is not available for download, and as such, is not to be used for anything other than character design/colour reference. If you find a way to save it, you are stealing and will be reported. Usable lineart can be found here .

Warriors (c) Erin Hunter
Hawkthorn and artwork (c) ~WildpathOfShadowClan