Ashpelt - riverclan
Jul 30, 2015 23:54:08 GMT -6
Post by Moony on Jul 30, 2015 23:54:08 GMT -6
ASHPELT
SHE-CAT ● 23 MOONS ● RIVERCLAN ● WARRIOR
silver tabby shorthair with blue eyes
A P P E A R A N C E
The palest of silvers is the base of Ashpelt's short, silky coat. Staying it's pure silver on her underbelly, as the fur creeps up Ashpelt's body the shade darkens to an ashy gray. Black tabby markings are splattered across her fur. Darkest on her tail, legs, and face, the rest of her markings mix with the ash color of her pelt, forming salt-and-pepper smatterings on her sides and back. Her eyes are a light blue, like the sky on a clear spring day. Look into her large, round orbs and all a cat will see is joy in their blueness.
The short hair of Ashpelt's fur is ideal for a RiverClan cat. It doesn't hold the water, and because of it's silky texture the water slides right off. When the she-cat comes out of the water, it looks as if she had never entered to begin with.
Ashpelt has a chubby face. It isn't chubby from fat or from fur, but from her bone structure. She doesn't possess a long, elegant snout like many cats do. It's short, squat, just a couple of centimeters from being considered a pug snout. At the end of her snout is a dark pink nose, rimmed in black. Long whiskers extend from the sides, starting out black and transitioning into white.
Ashpelt's frame is covered in supple muscles, flexible and strong from her warrior training, and from swimming since she was six moons old. Excepting her chubby face, the rest of Ashpelt is slender and long. She is long legged, which helps with swimming upstream, and in battle when she can reach out at an opponent from a greater distance than others.
While her body is slim it is honed for fighting in the tough world she lives in. She might not be the most beautiful of cats, but she is certainly close.
The palest of silvers is the base of Ashpelt's short, silky coat. Staying it's pure silver on her underbelly, as the fur creeps up Ashpelt's body the shade darkens to an ashy gray. Black tabby markings are splattered across her fur. Darkest on her tail, legs, and face, the rest of her markings mix with the ash color of her pelt, forming salt-and-pepper smatterings on her sides and back. Her eyes are a light blue, like the sky on a clear spring day. Look into her large, round orbs and all a cat will see is joy in their blueness.
The short hair of Ashpelt's fur is ideal for a RiverClan cat. It doesn't hold the water, and because of it's silky texture the water slides right off. When the she-cat comes out of the water, it looks as if she had never entered to begin with.
Ashpelt has a chubby face. It isn't chubby from fat or from fur, but from her bone structure. She doesn't possess a long, elegant snout like many cats do. It's short, squat, just a couple of centimeters from being considered a pug snout. At the end of her snout is a dark pink nose, rimmed in black. Long whiskers extend from the sides, starting out black and transitioning into white.
Ashpelt's frame is covered in supple muscles, flexible and strong from her warrior training, and from swimming since she was six moons old. Excepting her chubby face, the rest of Ashpelt is slender and long. She is long legged, which helps with swimming upstream, and in battle when she can reach out at an opponent from a greater distance than others.
While her body is slim it is honed for fighting in the tough world she lives in. She might not be the most beautiful of cats, but she is certainly close.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
E N E R G E T I C - I M P A T I E N T - A D A P T A B L E - F U N L O V I N G - R I S K T A K E R
Ashpelt lives in the here-and-now. She has a knack for living completely and totally in the moment. While other cats may worry about the upcoming leaf-bare, or if they will catch the virus going around camp, Ashpelt is focused solely on living presently. Whatever she is doing at the moment is what she focuses her attentions on. She excels at enjoying life just as it is.
Seldom does Ashpelt create a plan, and if she does it's even rarer for her to stick to it. She works best when she can make things up on the fly. This can be a disadvantage when she has to work in a team, or obey orders from a superior. She has been known to deviate from a set plan and suffer the consequences later.
Ashpelt hates to be slow, or to have to wait, especially if there is no apparent purpose to her waiting. When forced to wait the she-cat will snap if annoyed. She can get bored quickly if she is doing something without purpose, or if it is something repetitive and unnecessary.
Because of her here-and-now attitude, Ashpelt is more than comfortable making last minute decisions. In fact, last minute is how she normally does her decision making. Give her a deadline to make a decision and she will forget about it until time is up.
The silver she-cat loves action and is always doing something. She's always moving, always playing with the kits, teaching the stray apprentice a move or two, or coming up with a fancy move to use in her next battle. While she may constantly be moving or doing something that appears fun, there is always a purpose to what she does.
With her energy comes a take-control kind of attitude. She isn't afraid to lead, and she isn't afraid to let other cats have what they deserve; whether it be a slap to the face or a harsh word to the ear. She is open to trying new, and sometimes dangerous, things. Need to chase a rouge out of the territory? She will do it. Need to fetch a kit from the river? She'll jump right in. Need someone to scratch some sense into a trespasser? She'll gladly do the job.
E N E R G E T I C - I M P A T I E N T - A D A P T A B L E - F U N L O V I N G - R I S K T A K E R
Ashpelt lives in the here-and-now. She has a knack for living completely and totally in the moment. While other cats may worry about the upcoming leaf-bare, or if they will catch the virus going around camp, Ashpelt is focused solely on living presently. Whatever she is doing at the moment is what she focuses her attentions on. She excels at enjoying life just as it is.
Seldom does Ashpelt create a plan, and if she does it's even rarer for her to stick to it. She works best when she can make things up on the fly. This can be a disadvantage when she has to work in a team, or obey orders from a superior. She has been known to deviate from a set plan and suffer the consequences later.
Ashpelt hates to be slow, or to have to wait, especially if there is no apparent purpose to her waiting. When forced to wait the she-cat will snap if annoyed. She can get bored quickly if she is doing something without purpose, or if it is something repetitive and unnecessary.
Because of her here-and-now attitude, Ashpelt is more than comfortable making last minute decisions. In fact, last minute is how she normally does her decision making. Give her a deadline to make a decision and she will forget about it until time is up.
The silver she-cat loves action and is always doing something. She's always moving, always playing with the kits, teaching the stray apprentice a move or two, or coming up with a fancy move to use in her next battle. While she may constantly be moving or doing something that appears fun, there is always a purpose to what she does.
With her energy comes a take-control kind of attitude. She isn't afraid to lead, and she isn't afraid to let other cats have what they deserve; whether it be a slap to the face or a harsh word to the ear. She is open to trying new, and sometimes dangerous, things. Need to chase a rouge out of the territory? She will do it. Need to fetch a kit from the river? She'll jump right in. Need someone to scratch some sense into a trespasser? She'll gladly do the job.
H I S T O R Y
It began with two warriors. They had grown up together, mostly. Silverheart, the poor she-cat, had trailed behind Brackentooth in all things, since she was just two moons shy of his age. But she caught up to him when she was finally named a warrior. As a warrior she caught Brackentooth's eyes. They way she walked, the way she talked, the way she treated others with kindness. Overtime Brackentooth couldn't keep ignoring the she-cat who had always trailed behind him. And when he acknowledge her, they became inseparable.
Because it took a while for Brackentooth to turn around and see Silverheart, the she-cat was twenty-three moons when she bore his kits. It was a litter of three: two toms and a she-cat. One cloaked in brown tabby fur, two plated in silver. Brownkit, the eldest, Cloverkit, the youngest, and Ashkit, the middle.
Brackentooth was involved in the lives of his three kits. He doted on the two she-cats who had stolen his heart, Silverheart and Ashkit. He acknowledged and encouraged the two sons he had been blessed with. It really was the ideal kithood for the three siblings.
While the kits were allowed to roam and explore the safe surroundings of their camp, they were watched closely by their parents. Brownkit was always the leader in their camps of "Clan", with the spunky Ashkit his loyal deputy. Cloverkit barely had aspirations to play a warrior, so he was given the title of Duncepaw, the lazy apprentice of their pretend clan.
It was always done in good fun. The three kits never made it outside of the walls of RiverClan camp, but they tried, especially Ashkit. Always looking for the next great adventure, if it hadn't been for the close watch of her parents, the she-kit would have made it out of camp a number of times.
At six moons of age the siblings were named apprentices on the same night. Ashkit, now Ashpaw, was given Goosestep as a mentor. Goosestep was a patient she-cat, who would claim authority from on high to reign Ashpaw in and keep her on track. Ashpaw did not take to orders well, and so was consistently reprimanded by her mentor for disobedience. Ashpaw could not stick to plans or follow orders, and it was something she didn't outgrow.
In fact, it was for this very reason that her warrior ceremony was delayed. It was leafbare and Ashpaw was going through testing to become a warrior. Goosestep had her performing a sneak attack in the scenario of camp being attacked. The plan was outlined clearly: take the steppingstones, with her imaginary team, to cross briefly into ThunderClan, come up behind the attackers at the narrow spot of the river, and strike from behind.
However, Ashpaw was impatient, and the steppingstones were too far from camp. In the time it took for her to cross the stones and come back up to camp on the other side, the attackers could have done a lot of damage. So the she-cat changed course all a sudden, and swam across the river, far enough from camp to not be detected by her adversaries (her mentor and leader), but close enough that she would reach camp in a few minutes.
The freezing water clung to her pelt and penetrated into her skin. But Ashpaw made it to camp, and Ashpaw passed the test. If she hadn't fell ill with a cold the next day, she would have been named a warrior with her brothers after they had finished their tests.
But a cold she developed, and soon it turned into a mild case of greencough. Ashpaw laid ill in the medicine cat den for a moon. Her brothers were named warriors while she laid sick. But when she finally healed, her turn came. At thirteen moons she was given the name Ashpelt, in recognition of her silver fur.
Ashpelt has been a warrior for ten moons now. She's always active, and she gets along well with her brothers. Cloverfoot has a tendency to tease Ashpelt about her delayed warrior ceremony. But it doesn't phase her, she shoots something right back at him.
She gets along well with most of her clanmates. The more serious and detailed oriented ones can find her live-in-the-moment, go with the flow attitude frustrating. But Ashpelt doesn't mind. This is how she lives, and it works for her.
It began with two warriors. They had grown up together, mostly. Silverheart, the poor she-cat, had trailed behind Brackentooth in all things, since she was just two moons shy of his age. But she caught up to him when she was finally named a warrior. As a warrior she caught Brackentooth's eyes. They way she walked, the way she talked, the way she treated others with kindness. Overtime Brackentooth couldn't keep ignoring the she-cat who had always trailed behind him. And when he acknowledge her, they became inseparable.
Because it took a while for Brackentooth to turn around and see Silverheart, the she-cat was twenty-three moons when she bore his kits. It was a litter of three: two toms and a she-cat. One cloaked in brown tabby fur, two plated in silver. Brownkit, the eldest, Cloverkit, the youngest, and Ashkit, the middle.
Brackentooth was involved in the lives of his three kits. He doted on the two she-cats who had stolen his heart, Silverheart and Ashkit. He acknowledged and encouraged the two sons he had been blessed with. It really was the ideal kithood for the three siblings.
While the kits were allowed to roam and explore the safe surroundings of their camp, they were watched closely by their parents. Brownkit was always the leader in their camps of "Clan", with the spunky Ashkit his loyal deputy. Cloverkit barely had aspirations to play a warrior, so he was given the title of Duncepaw, the lazy apprentice of their pretend clan.
It was always done in good fun. The three kits never made it outside of the walls of RiverClan camp, but they tried, especially Ashkit. Always looking for the next great adventure, if it hadn't been for the close watch of her parents, the she-kit would have made it out of camp a number of times.
At six moons of age the siblings were named apprentices on the same night. Ashkit, now Ashpaw, was given Goosestep as a mentor. Goosestep was a patient she-cat, who would claim authority from on high to reign Ashpaw in and keep her on track. Ashpaw did not take to orders well, and so was consistently reprimanded by her mentor for disobedience. Ashpaw could not stick to plans or follow orders, and it was something she didn't outgrow.
In fact, it was for this very reason that her warrior ceremony was delayed. It was leafbare and Ashpaw was going through testing to become a warrior. Goosestep had her performing a sneak attack in the scenario of camp being attacked. The plan was outlined clearly: take the steppingstones, with her imaginary team, to cross briefly into ThunderClan, come up behind the attackers at the narrow spot of the river, and strike from behind.
However, Ashpaw was impatient, and the steppingstones were too far from camp. In the time it took for her to cross the stones and come back up to camp on the other side, the attackers could have done a lot of damage. So the she-cat changed course all a sudden, and swam across the river, far enough from camp to not be detected by her adversaries (her mentor and leader), but close enough that she would reach camp in a few minutes.
The freezing water clung to her pelt and penetrated into her skin. But Ashpaw made it to camp, and Ashpaw passed the test. If she hadn't fell ill with a cold the next day, she would have been named a warrior with her brothers after they had finished their tests.
But a cold she developed, and soon it turned into a mild case of greencough. Ashpaw laid ill in the medicine cat den for a moon. Her brothers were named warriors while she laid sick. But when she finally healed, her turn came. At thirteen moons she was given the name Ashpelt, in recognition of her silver fur.
Ashpelt has been a warrior for ten moons now. She's always active, and she gets along well with her brothers. Cloverfoot has a tendency to tease Ashpelt about her delayed warrior ceremony. But it doesn't phase her, she shoots something right back at him.
She gets along well with most of her clanmates. The more serious and detailed oriented ones can find her live-in-the-moment, go with the flow attitude frustrating. But Ashpelt doesn't mind. This is how she lives, and it works for her.
