Goldenhawk

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**Goldenhawk** is a large tom with grey and orange mottled fur.
**Goldenhawk** was born to Wooltail and Mooncry within the clan.

## Interests

*Likes*

Exploring, discovering new places, meeting new cats.

*Dislikes*

Sitting still.

## Skills/Faults

*Skills*

Adaptability, talking, stamina.

*Faults*

Work-life balance, listening to others/considering their opinions.

## Personality

[+] Reliable, Courageous, Optimistic

[=] High-spirited, Ambitious, Charismatic

[-] Crafty, Fickle, Meddlesome

Goldenhawk is a cat of boundless energy and very quickly made it clear that he would walk into just about any situation with hardly a thought. He is also always optimistic when going into said situations and it is never his first thought that a cat he’s encountering for the first time might wish him harm. Though that doesn’t mean he isn’t without any caution, his mentor had drilled that through his thick skull the first time he didn’t think before he acted. Goldenhawk also has a craftiness and intelligence about him that he prefers to keep hidden, he wouldn’t have gotten as far as he has without it and he seeks to use it to get even further, meaning that he can’t give up the ghost just yet. It’s also why he’s so charismatic because he knows that being on the good side of so many cats can only be good for the future. Of course, he enjoys the work he does to help his clan but he can multitask, okay?

## Detailed Appearance

Goldenhawk is a large tom, solidly built and not a cat that most would look to mess with. He has long fur that’s a mottled mix of grays and oranges. He has bright amber eyes and a generally alert expression.

## Kin

Mother: Wooltail

Father: Mooncry

Daughters: N/A

Sons: N/A

## Backstory

Goldenhawk was born to Wooltail, an average but still ferocious moor-runner, and Mooncry, a very bright but gentle sentinel. Both of her parents were… quite large cats, to say the least, and so there was sort of an idea when he was born where he might end up in the clan. Goldenhawk made a name for himself early on as a kit for wandering away from his mother and the nursery any chance he got. It seemed as if there wasn’t a lick of fear or sensible caution in him about the outside world. He wanted to go and see what all the fuss was about. Wooltail liked to joke that he was trying to crawl out of the nursery before he’d even had his eyes open enough to know where the opening was.

Even though he started out training under a sentinel because of his bravery as a kit and because of how big he already was even at only a few months old, he eventually grew tired of learning the same thing and doing the same thing day in and day out. And his mentor grew tired of his fidgeting and inattention soon enough as well, waving him off and sending him where he would wear his paws to the bone traversing the territory instead, spending most of his time outside of the clan with a tracker instead. For Goldenhawk, training under a tracker was meant to be a sort of punishment in itself but Goldenhawk found himself taking to the task like a fish to water, despite not being the ideal candidate for the job. Enjoying the work in a way that he had never enjoyed training as a sentinel. Soon enough he was one of the most dependable and reliable of the tracker, matching his fellows step for step even those many moons older than him. He had stamina abound apparently.

Eventually, he found himself earning his name and becoming a tracker for real and he began getting to scout around the territory for real, even more excited now that he’s been given more free reign of things. But Goldenhawk wasn’t satisfied yet, he was always looking ahead and his next goal? Messenger. He wanted to be the best of the best.

## Links

Theme Song/Voice Claim

* You Can’t Take Me by Bryan Adams