Hawkthorn
A fierce, gray senior warrior with blue eyes and a scarred muzzle
Hawkthorn let out a yawn and blinked open his eyes. He was laying in his nest in the warrior den. Hawkthorn stretched and padded out of the nursery, breathing in the warm air. He instantly looked around for some cat he could yell at. He had to keep his reputation up as a fierce warrior not to be messed with. Hawkthorn narrowed his eyes and sat by the den entrance. Perhaps he should just wait for his fellow warriors to come talk with him. Yes. That seems good.
{VM for roleplay}
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