Post by +Avacado+ on Apr 13, 2009 20:39:07 GMT -5
Name: Ashenpaw
Definition: Ashen = Consisting of ashes;
Resembling ashes, especially in color; very pale:
Gender: Female
Age: 8 moons
Clan: Eclipseclan
Rank: Apprentice
Looks:
True to her name, Ashenpaw's coat is a soft grey, similar to the shade of ashes after a fire. Speckled with gleaming black spots, her coat gets slightly darker toward her hindquarters. Ashenpaw is a short-hair, though her fur is a bit longer on her chest. Her underside is the lightest part of her fur, almost fading into white. Her large, round eyes are a golden-green color, ringed by thin stripes of black fur. The most unusual part of her body is her large ears. Tall and triangular, they've been the butt of many jokes.
The runt of her litter, Ashenpaw is built very small. She is slight and nimble, with tiny paws and a narrow body. Because of this, she is not very strong, often hindering her in a fight. However, Ashenpaw's back legs are very muscular, and she can run and jump extraordinarily well because of it. Gifted with long legs, Ashen paw has never had trouble keeping up with her larger peers. Her tail is of medium length, striped down to her black tip. Her paws are all gray, the underside a tender pink.
Personality: Ashenpaw is a cold she-cat, often coming off as uncaring or mean because of her nature. She is fully obsessed with being the best warrior she can be, and because of this, Ashenpaw tends to separate herself from her peers. Rational and calculating, she likes to know what she's doing. Confusion and fear are two of her least favorite feelings, and she will often lash out when experiencing them. While Ashenpaw tries to keep a cool head, her temper can at times get the best of her. She prefers to use her sharp tongue to break down enemies though, as opposed to fighting.
Ashenpaw has a problem with making friends. She tends to scare them off with her condescending tone or bitter words before they can even get a word in edgewise. Usually humorless, even with her closest friends, it is rare to get a laugh out of Ashenpaw. However, Ashenpaw has never felt sad or lonely. She is perfectly happy at the moment, and harbors a deep love for her clan.
Past: Ashenpaw's mother, Hollowwing, met her father at a young age. The two were apprentices together, and got in trouble more often then not. Hollowwing always said that Ashenpaw got her temper from her father, and her cool head from herself. The two cats blatantly denied the attraction between the two until Holllowwing's former mate died. After comforting each other, they expressed their feelings and have been together ever since.
Ashenpaw was born soon after, a single kit among two other stillborn. Hollowwing's pregnancy was a difficult one, but the actually birth went over without incident. Growing up, Ashenpaw proved to be a spirited kit. However, most of her escapades took place within the camp - she was oddly well behaved for a kit. Her mother was overprotective of her only baby, and often made it hard for Ashenpaw to play very hard anyway.
From the moment she think for herself, Ashenpaw wanted to be clan deputy one day. She was a shrewd and clever kit, and since then, Ashenpaw has thrown herself into training. The day she was made apprentice was the proudest day of her young life, and now she looks forward to her warrior name with a sort of holy reverence.
In Character:
The blue glow of twilight trickled down through the trees, seeping into every crack and gleaming off of every leaf. A cold chill was in the air, and though most was still, a sliver shadow slithered through the undergrowth. The forest seemed to ripple with anticipation, though what it was waiting for, it was not yet clear.
Raising her slight head to the wind, Ashenpaw breathed in the musty smell of the damp woods. Rotting leaves were soft beneath her feet, and for a moment, her paws struggled to find a footing on their slippery surface.
"Mousedung!" spat the she-cat suddenly, "I hate slimy weather!" Giving her shoulder a furious lick, Ashenpaw turned and sped off again, this time in the direction of the camp. As she picked up speed, her heart swelled with happiness, the freedom of the run coursing through her veins. She wouldn't have wanted to be anywhere else.
Relationships/Kin:
Mother: Hollowwing
Father: Twigfur
Siblings: None
Mate: TBA
Other:
Codewords: Painting Portraits of Ghosts
Definition: Ashen = Consisting of ashes;
Resembling ashes, especially in color; very pale:
Gender: Female
Age: 8 moons
Clan: Eclipseclan
Rank: Apprentice
Looks:
True to her name, Ashenpaw's coat is a soft grey, similar to the shade of ashes after a fire. Speckled with gleaming black spots, her coat gets slightly darker toward her hindquarters. Ashenpaw is a short-hair, though her fur is a bit longer on her chest. Her underside is the lightest part of her fur, almost fading into white. Her large, round eyes are a golden-green color, ringed by thin stripes of black fur. The most unusual part of her body is her large ears. Tall and triangular, they've been the butt of many jokes.
The runt of her litter, Ashenpaw is built very small. She is slight and nimble, with tiny paws and a narrow body. Because of this, she is not very strong, often hindering her in a fight. However, Ashenpaw's back legs are very muscular, and she can run and jump extraordinarily well because of it. Gifted with long legs, Ashen paw has never had trouble keeping up with her larger peers. Her tail is of medium length, striped down to her black tip. Her paws are all gray, the underside a tender pink.
Personality: Ashenpaw is a cold she-cat, often coming off as uncaring or mean because of her nature. She is fully obsessed with being the best warrior she can be, and because of this, Ashenpaw tends to separate herself from her peers. Rational and calculating, she likes to know what she's doing. Confusion and fear are two of her least favorite feelings, and she will often lash out when experiencing them. While Ashenpaw tries to keep a cool head, her temper can at times get the best of her. She prefers to use her sharp tongue to break down enemies though, as opposed to fighting.
Ashenpaw has a problem with making friends. She tends to scare them off with her condescending tone or bitter words before they can even get a word in edgewise. Usually humorless, even with her closest friends, it is rare to get a laugh out of Ashenpaw. However, Ashenpaw has never felt sad or lonely. She is perfectly happy at the moment, and harbors a deep love for her clan.
Past: Ashenpaw's mother, Hollowwing, met her father at a young age. The two were apprentices together, and got in trouble more often then not. Hollowwing always said that Ashenpaw got her temper from her father, and her cool head from herself. The two cats blatantly denied the attraction between the two until Holllowwing's former mate died. After comforting each other, they expressed their feelings and have been together ever since.
Ashenpaw was born soon after, a single kit among two other stillborn. Hollowwing's pregnancy was a difficult one, but the actually birth went over without incident. Growing up, Ashenpaw proved to be a spirited kit. However, most of her escapades took place within the camp - she was oddly well behaved for a kit. Her mother was overprotective of her only baby, and often made it hard for Ashenpaw to play very hard anyway.
From the moment she think for herself, Ashenpaw wanted to be clan deputy one day. She was a shrewd and clever kit, and since then, Ashenpaw has thrown herself into training. The day she was made apprentice was the proudest day of her young life, and now she looks forward to her warrior name with a sort of holy reverence.
In Character:
The blue glow of twilight trickled down through the trees, seeping into every crack and gleaming off of every leaf. A cold chill was in the air, and though most was still, a sliver shadow slithered through the undergrowth. The forest seemed to ripple with anticipation, though what it was waiting for, it was not yet clear.
Raising her slight head to the wind, Ashenpaw breathed in the musty smell of the damp woods. Rotting leaves were soft beneath her feet, and for a moment, her paws struggled to find a footing on their slippery surface.
"Mousedung!" spat the she-cat suddenly, "I hate slimy weather!" Giving her shoulder a furious lick, Ashenpaw turned and sped off again, this time in the direction of the camp. As she picked up speed, her heart swelled with happiness, the freedom of the run coursing through her veins. She wouldn't have wanted to be anywhere else.
Relationships/Kin:
Mother: Hollowwing
Father: Twigfur
Siblings: None
Mate: TBA
Other:
Codewords: Painting Portraits of Ghosts
Sorry about that.
