Post by sunniful no one on Mar 2, 2009 17:33:03 GMT -8
don't burn me, it'll hide my secrets.
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Name:
Ash is the title given by her mother to support the sooty substance she discovered as a kit. Paw for the title of her age, and mode of life, she is currently in-waiting as an apprentice.
Clan:
Ashy, here, was born of the clan known as Dawn, more formerly know as the famous Thunderclan. She enjoys it here, and wouldn't dream of living anywhere else.
Rank:
According to her name, she is an apprentice, or trainee. But she finds this title rather irritating, because she has no mentor, whereas she is not not training. So she wishes that she were a kit again, in order to pursue the freedom she lacks as of now.
Age:
At six moons, which is tender according to elders and warriors. She values her youthful age, and wishes she could cling to it forever.
Gender:
she; girl; young woman; female
Appearance:
She is a pretty she-cat, of a back of white, her fur is a moderate length, so not to short, but not considered long, but more of an in-between. In the winter her fur thickens, and often makes her uncomfortable and feels very broad and un-lady like. But along her back, tipped tail, left forepaw, and splotch on her cheek is a browny-ginger that pleases her and reminds her of warmer times. But the most important feature about her is the silver that seems forever present. She loves to cake herself in ash/soot, and no one seems to care much. It isn't considered filthy, but more of a part of her. Some say you would look into her and find her heart made of ash, but almost a fire because she was so warm and happy.
Her eyes are most a remarkable sage-olive that have hints of blue and gold more towards the smoldering pupil, where black reigns in a star-sun like fashion, with thin dashes of black cascading out from it's depthless center.
Her body is small, agile, and fit. She is made for the life of Dawn, she has strong hind-legs like a Brookclan cat, though, and her eyes are as clear and sharp as those of Stealthclan, and her running skills are almost as sweetly acquired as a Zephyerclanner, though not quite because of all the trees. She has a tail that balance outs her weight and height perfectly, making her a natural climber, she scales trees better than anything else she does, and is often seen with a bird. However silly it is, there is rumor that on a full moon night, after gatherings, or during, she sneaks out and wings spread from her back like a might flying lion and she takes to the sky. But it's only a silly fable made up by some elder to keep the kits entertained.
Personality:
Perhaps she is to cheery for her own good, but everyone seems to enjoy her, so no fuss is made. However, she can have sharp mood turns or sulky states of being. Other times you swear she would bite your head off and she makes no attempt to hide what she is feeling, her face and eyes are like an open book, and easily read. She has a strange admiration for her leader, to a point where some may call this little obsession of hers unnatural. It's not really if only you knew the truth. But the truth can't be told if the secret holder doesn't know it themselves, but in truth Ashpaw as become his hugest fan, and developed a strong and fast crush on the man she admired most for his leading skills.
History:
There was nothing much to say to little Ashpaw concerning her past, she grew up naturally as could be. Her parents both of Dawn/Thunder decent and she has lived here all her life. Nothing unusual about her antics, or such otherwise. She was born a single child, having no siblings, but plenty of playmates from other mothers. She did however, sneak out of camp once and found ash, which felt good against her skin, it cooled it. And so since then she is almost always covered in the sooty coat. Her parents are named Eaglefrost and Brittlestep, but Brittlestep is sightless and cannot smell because of an encounter with a badger. Her parents don't play a key part in her life, however she does love her step-sister, Whispertrot, who also has a slight fondness for the leader, but hardly anything more, she does want a man in her life though. Both sisters having a romantic side to them.
RP Example:
No! No! I continued to kick, scream, and squirm. Mama, no! Don't wash it off! Besides it tastes bad. At this I saw my mother pause, and I immediately relaxed, my mother was all for taste. She was blind and her smell wasn't all there, so her taste was more sensitive than others.
She sighed, But your filthy, Ashy. I can tell. I squirmed farther from her grasp, and looked at her in wide eyes, knowing she could sense it.
But Mama, I'm always filthy, and no one seems to care. I pouted.
Her gaze was firm, but sightless. Suppose they were just being polite? she questioned, prodding me gently. I swore that sometimes she saw better than a cat who could see.
I giggled, she always tickled me when trying to get me to do something I didn't want to. When I regained my composure I saw my father, a tall man, approaching. I sighed and stood, Hello father. I omitted sheepishly.
Ashkit! Obey your mother once will you? Not the fatherly type really, a military leader, rather. He always called me by my full title.
Sorry father, I bowed my head.
Very good, Bumble, may I speak with you when your done with Ashkit? he talked as though I wasn't here, but I could trace a warmth as he fondly called my mother by her childhood nickname.
My mother smiled and nodded, I'll be right over.
Another woman approached, a young warrior, and my step sister rather, her name being Whispertrot, come closer, but she waited her turn.
I fell on my rear onto the dusty ground, my lip protruding in a large pout. Pleadingly casting a 'Help!' glance from my older sister.
She laughed, Well aren't you a little ball of sunshine?
Defiance struck up in me like a forest fire, I am aren't I? I got up and padded away. No one stopped me.
i've heard rumors of true reality.
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