A Striking Figure [Open!]

Hawkkit

Hawkkit was one of the first to emerge from the nursery. He simply couldn't bear to be held in that stuffy place all day! He needed some fresh air. Then, he got to know more about his clan... And clanmates. Getting to know his clanmates was a gradual process, though at least he tried. A certain sibling of his just seemed to sleep all day — How boring! Even her name reflected so. Or was mom just that tired while naming her?

Grooming himself, Hawkkit made sure his looks could reflect his name. Striking! His darker, striped pelt stood out amongst his bright golden fur. The tom continued to make sure his pelt were kept clean and neat, only lifting his head when a figure approached...

Hawkkit

Seeing the medicine cat approach him was unexpected. He would've most likely assumed it was a warrior, or an apprentice at first — But oh well. He didn't mind the extra company. "Oh. Well, apparently, one sibling of mine just adores being cuddled in her nest with mom... And the others are too weirdly energetic, focusing on other stuff. Or maybe I just don't get them." He shrugged.

"Well, unlike them, I want to be prepared for apprenticehood and warriorhood as soon as possible! I'll grow to be big and strong in no time, and none of my siblings will be able to compete with me," He purred, a proud smirk drawn on his face. Hawkkit posed his 'battle stance', tail lashing. "I'll be just like dad!"