#happy Valentine’s Day I guess here’s my favorite scrunklies

[thornquillthefiendish]

Idk why but the crowhawk mood is real this valentines

Headcanon/notes time under the cut

Crowfeather and hawkfrost kind of work like uhh Crowley and Aziraphale from good omens, highly dependent on who which is from moment to moment — but Crowfeather is similar most to Crowley most in being killjoys and enjoying it quietly, also I’d like to think Crowfeather hates being complimented on doing “the right” thing because he never left that rebellious teenager shit behind, though he’s technically a protag and more aligned with good he still tries to put out this image of a brooding heretic when in reality he wouldn’t dare do the things hawkfrost wants to do. Hawk and Azi share a similar disposition, approachable and talkative, I’d say hawk also has some very strange phrases he tosses into sentences that throw Crowfeather for a loop, besides that they’re extremely different though still kind of built similar??? Very hard to describe since hawk is definitely more of a mischief maker, but he’s got some of that essence. (Also “You’re so clever - how can someone as clever as you be so stupid?!” Is a thing Crowfeather would say to hawkfrost)

Hawkfrost is a very eloquent speaker, constantly throwing out big words into sentences. Crowfeather hates this, he hates it when he tries to outsmart him. Sometime hawkfrost says obscure little pieces of vernacular or weird little things. Crowfeather hates that more because those aren’t even real words.

They bicker constantly it’s their love language.

Hawkfrost loves getting Crowfeather heated because the best comedy comes from a pissed off crowfeather. He often does this by starting the stupidest arguments (in good fun ofc but Crowfeather barely understands the meaning of the word)

The only way Crowfeather has found he can get hawkfrost upset is by pretending to forget the names of certain things or cats. He’s done this several times with Tigerclaw in specific and it’s never gotten boring.

When they aren’t annoying eachother into a rage they’re having friendly insult matches or battles of wit. Sometimes they just roam around the moors together, all domestic.

Crowfeather will drop anything if it involves hawkfrost, he’s always been a bit of a lovesick dumbass even though he hides this fact with his life.

They never find a name for what they are. They are 100% openly romantic with eachother, but have never called eachother mates. The closest anyone will get out of them is “oh that’s my best friend”, but everyone knows it’s not that simple.

Crowfeather remembers things that hawkfrost forgets about himself or just tries to forget/insist it’s not the case. He knows he doesn’t like eating birds cause the feathers are too much of a mess even when hawk complains about not getting “the option”. He knows hawkfrost hates the snow so he always nags him about not going out late lest it be him left to hear him complain about how frozen his paws feel. He knows that hawkfrost never keeps his head under water for more than a few seconds because he starts to think he’s drowning, even if it’s not true. He knows to curl around him in the night while they try to sleep, to watch for the unsheathing of his claws or the hiss in his throat - even if hawkfrost denies it ever happened at all.

Crowfeather realized he was in love with hawkfrost first, out of the two that is. Initially he’d tried to hide it, but as time wears on it becomes clearer that hawkfrost is the one he longs to share his days with. Hawkfrost to Crowfeather awakens a well of emotion he’d never thought possible for him. He is irritating, yes, insufferable, annoyingly egotistical at times and a show off to boot, but he’s awakened a fire in him where he thought was once just ice. Hawkfrost is a ray of sunlight to him, sometimes he’s shining right into his eyes first thing in the morning — but, the warmth is always welcomed. For every inconvenience he throws his way, he is always reminded of the clever, wonderment filled little problem solver - at times a problem maker. No matter what Hawkfrost does he just can’t let go of that fire, that warmth that’s blossomed between them.

Hawkfrost never fully realizes he’s in love until Crowfeather admits his love, and it’s confuses him because he’s often more unsure of himself than he’d like to admit, but he thinks, at least, he’s loved Crowfeather from the moment they’ve met, he’s just never realized that was what it was. Crowfeather is someone who doesn’t change, at least not at his core. Hawkfrost has never once looked at him and thought he could not recognize what lay in his head, and that’s comforting. He’s a rock, he’s solid, someplace he can hold onto when it’s all too much. He’s got a clearer head than he does, for sure, and no matter what, as tactless and blunt as Crowfeather might be, he finds the right words at the worst of times. He’s a calm in the storm that Hawkfrost believes to be himself most of the time; he’s sanctuary. Sometimes when he looks at him the world becomes clear; not in the dark way he sometimes views it as, but as full of light, of some sort of reprieve from the sorrow. At least when he isn’t nagging him, that is. He’ll never forgive himself for betraying his honesty

Crowfeather struggles with the concept of loyalty a lot, specifically, loyalty to his Clan and loyalty to those he loves, often outside the clans. He knows that if it came between his Clan and Hawkfrost he’d always choose Hawkfrost and he knows that in the world they live in that’s wrong, but it’s become a sacrifice he’s comfortable with making. Even if he’d hurt others. Even if it’d hurt him. Hawkfrost, on the other hand sees that. He sees that Crowfeather is loyal to him, and the time he uses that loyalty for his gain he learns quickly that it’s rotten what he’s done — that he’s no better than anyone who’s let him down before. But, Crowfeather stays by him, and that’s worse somehow, because he doesn’t deserve this. He doesn’t deserve forgiveness or mercy from him, he deserves hate, but he never receives it. Crowfeather is too good for his wretchedness.

Hawkfrost always brings Crowfeather something from RiverClan when he visits him, often something he thinks Crowfeather would find interesting enough to keep. Sometimes it’s twoleg stuff that he’s caught off the shore, sometimes it’s a shell, or a neat looking rock, or fish scales that might look nice in his pelt. Crowfeather brings him wildflowers from the moor, mostly because hawkfrost always comments about his love for the scenic vista of WindClan, how prettily the flowers dot the hills. When hawkfrost thanks him he usually grumbles under his breath. Sometimes he gives him a crooked grin, and hawkfrost likes that much better.

They stargaze together — when they were younger they’d do so with Feathertail, hawk when she was still in RiverClan and Crow of course whilst on the journey. Feathertail would play a game where she’d make images out of the stars and challenge them to try and beat hers, neither of them think they did, but Feathertail always conceded at their ideas and congratulated them. Between the two of them, they try to keep track over what she’d made out of the stars. In a way, Crowfeather and Hawkfrost through Feathertail have learned to view constellations. There have been multiple attempts to get other cats in on this (mainly the other journey goers), but between explanations and their bickering most cats do not stick around to learn about the Star Shapes as they call them. Crowfeather does once absentmindedly bring it up to a full grown, distanced Breezepelt, who oddly, definitely not taking after his father, sits still and listens to him explain which stars form the shape of a lions face, or the form of dove. It’s a rare moment of calm between them.

Crowfeather always dreaded parenthood — mostly because he couldn’t think of having to raise them with someone he didn’t much care for, something he believed he’d eventually settle for. With Hawkfrost, fatherhood became a bit easier to handle, though he still dreaded the thought of more than one Hawkfrost. Hawkfrost had always wanted to be a father, he wasn’t really focused on who he’d have them with if he even have them himself, he just wanted to do something right, inspire wonderment in someone younger than he. With Crowfeather, the fear settled in, doubt as to whether he can actually be the person he wants to be — to Crowfeather, to a hypothetical child.

Crowfeather knows how to swim only because hawkfrost was insistent he’d learn in class of a flood. In the moors. On the other hand — Crowfeather didn’t need to teach Hawkfrost about how WindClanners run, he had that covered oddly as a fish-breath. Honestly, it enchanted him the first time he saw Hawkfrost run through those hills, wind blowing through his fur. Hawkfrost can’t lie either, half the reason he wanted Crowfeather to learn to swim was to see the beauty of him in the water, and it was a hard job getting him in that water, but the way it made the glossy black of his pelt shimmer? Unforgettable.

The two like to play fight and wrestle a lot — it’s often how they solve disagreements. They have a sparring match and whoever wins you have to go with their way of things. Of course they don’t use claws or teeth in these fights, they’re not animals, most of it is just roughhousing between bros.

Hawkfrost’s many nicknames for crow include; rabbiter, long legs, squawks, nagfeather, bitter thing, twig, twiglegs, blackbird, songbird, nagbird (he likes to make a point of his nagging), “my bird”, “my crow”, “my shadow”, and of course “lover dearest”.

Crowfeathers nicknames for hawk are; fox charmer, adder eyes, fish breath, catfish, (my) little bird (hawk is shorter than crow no exceptions), kestrel, (my) flea, little flea, foxglove, asphodel (of all the names he calls hawkfrost, flowers are the most common), honeysuckle, (my) sea-breeze, (my) little hawk, and his favorite “my killer” (sarcastically but also very emotionally literal). Though hawkfrost is more clever at name making — Crowfeather has beaten him in the sheer amount of things that reminds him of hawk.

Crowfeather is a hopeless romantic, it’s a well known secret at this point (he’d never admit it). Hawkfrost is a dreamer at heart, so caught up in those dreams he forgets himself, and though love is so important to him he’s grown fearful of it.

It’s often worse for everyone else, but them when they’re together, as much as they bicker they do really put their heads together.

While RiverClan and WindClan have trouble seeing the obvious nature of their relationship, all of ThunderClan and ShadowClan are blatantly aware somehow, though there are exceptions like Mothwing and perhaps Ashfoot. Ashfoot cannot help, but tease her little crow about his boyfriend across the border, and Mothwing never says anything, but she arches her brow at hawk when he tells her he’ll be out near the borders in case she needs him to bring back herbs. They’d never tell the rest of the clan, but, it is perplexing. Later on, Nightcloud also realizes crow has his sights set on hawkfrost, and she’s not surprised he’s into toms in the slightest, more so surprised at his “type”. Leafpool has never been able to understand the relationship between the two (she’s really bad at relationships), but squirrelflight knew from day one they were in love, she just didn’t know whether to be happy for Crowfeather or upset that it was Hawkfrost. Brambleclaw likely couldn’t see a badger of it were right in front of him. Tawnypelt called it ahead of time, but by then Feathertail was dead so she couldn’t pay her, Stormfur had to in her absence even though he’d been neutral on the whole thing. Feathertail is laughing in StarClan.

Hawkfrost, through Crowfeather is slowly better acclimated to the journey crew. Squirrelflight starts to actually like Hawkfrost’s company. It’s terrible news for Crowfeather.

In a world where hawkfrost still dies at the lake, Crowfeather is destroyed, the scars of Feathertails passing being torn open and cut deeper. Why was someone so clever so, so stupid? Why did he throw it all away? Hawkfrost could never answer him, but when he sees breezepelt for the first time, there’s a spark of recognition. Like he’s met a younger version of Crowfeather, and somehow, himself, but, greater things await, and these feelings are buried, just as he was.

If leafcrow were to still happen in a continuity where crowhawk is still a thing, Crowfeather is definitely projecting Hawkfrost onto her, and Leafpool is likely projecting Mothwing onto him. They fell in love with the fucking disaster twins.

Crowfeather doesn’t like the smell of fish, so hawkfrost has taken to eating herbs to make his breath smell better — for unrelated reasons of course. Mothwing laughs at the sidestepping, but slides him what’s needed anyways.

Hawkfrost once told Crowfeather he’d found a ThunderClan Tom quite handsome, he’d liked his build. Crowfeather for a full moon began sneaking into ThunderClan to ask Brambleclaw and Squirrelflight for training and pointers on how to build muscle. It was annoying, and when Brambleclaw commented on the weird behavior to Hawkfrost, he burst into a fit of laughter for some reason. Huh. Later on Hawkfrost brought it up to Crowfeather, how remained stubborn on it being a lie until Hawkfrost said “I like your twig legs better anyhow, don’t go getting badger bodied on me.” At that, Crowfeather relented, annoyed by his odd jeering praise.

Crowfeather has a habit of sleeping wrapped around the RiverClan tom, his long body just curls around him perfectly well. It also stops the nightmares from plaguing Hawkfrost in the night, so it’s a win-win for both of them.

They’ve agreed on a number of kit names before; Hopkit, Frogkit, Featherkit, Stonekit, Kestrelkit, Laurelkit, Pikekit, Owlkit, Ravenkit, Rookkit, Lavenderkit, Honeykit (for honeysuckle), Jackdawkit and Breezekit. There are more, but there’d be too many to count at that point. To note, Crowfeather prefers names based on weather, flowers or actions, while hawk has always liked names based on animals (all his littermates were named after animals so why not his kids?), though he does like Crowfeathers flower names.

Hawk has a knack for telling stories, and while Crowfeather honestly isn’t much for listening to them, when it’s Hawkfrost, occasionally he’ll let him retell some stories. Hawkfrost’s favorite is Stonefurs, he’s memorized it by heart and when he gets towards the end, his eyes shine with a strange sense of pride and grief. “What a bright star to be blotted out — but, stars, to be brave like that? I suppose some flames are meant to burn out faster than others.”

The two share some odd understanding of being fatherless individuals; though the circumstances are largely different between the two. Crowfeather longs in some ways to have known Deadfoot, maybe to fill at least half of the hole he left in WindClan when he died. Hawkfrost, even after meeting with his father is unsure, unsure of himself, unsure of what he’s heard, of the truth, of what he feels — everything is very confusing for him, especially in regards to what he believes. There’s a pain there that they know the other feels, but due to how different their situations are, speaking about it tends to be difficult.

On the contrary, Ashfoot becomes a second mother to Hawkfrost, like his mother while he’s far from Sasha. She reminds her of Sasha even though they aren’t that similar, and Crowfeather, though always very much a downer also loves his mother dearly. When Hawkfrost accidentally calls her “mom”, it stops becoming an accident every other time, so supposedly at that point it’s official that the two toms are a couple.

Mothwing and Crowfeather have an odd relationship. They kind of hate eachother, but they’re also good friends. Hawkfrost doesn’t pretend to understand what’s happening.

Hawkfrost would likely join WindClan in a world where he lives longer, just to be with Crowfeather. If they were to raise breezepelt together with Nightcloud things would’ve definitely been different and the kit would’ve been well adjusted, but still extremely irritating (it’s a family thing!)