[Mica]

Hawkfur
WindClan Fury
he/him | 58 moons
[Russet tabby with tuxedo markings and sky-blue eyes]
Purrks: Flock Together T3, Killer Aptitude T1
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Hanged Man ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[Gnawingpaw - @Alchemist Kitsune ]
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Hawkfur startled awake, blinking blearily at the watery sunlight that filtered through the woven den walls. He twisted to face the den entrance, peering over the slumbering forms of his clanmates to his niece, who stared expectantly at him. Oh, stars, right, training. "Okay, 'm up." Hawkfur grunted, stumbling to his paws and picking his way to the entrance.

Once outside in the cold air, Hawkfur yawned and stretched, pelt rippling in the breeze. A deep inhale had his scarred throat siezing, and he coughed violently a couple times before he was able to catch his breath. The Fury glanced down at his enthusiastic apprentice, clearing his throat. "Right, mate, shall we? Hunting first, yeah?" Hawkfur found that hunting was the best thing to teach first because the skills could be applied to many other things.