Post by lilly on Jun 17, 2008 19:54:06 GMT -5
Name: Ashensky
Age: 34 moons
Gender: Tom
Desired Position: Warrior
Short Description:
Age: 34 moons
Gender: Tom
Desired Position: Warrior
Short Description:
A long grey tom with white paws and chest and yellow-green eyes.Description:
To say that his fur was plain would probably be about right on spot. Ashensky's name also hinted clearly at his fur color- gray. His fur was long, silky, and soft. It was a warm shade of dark gray, for the most part. His paws and chest are white, a slightly dirtier shade of snowy-white. In time one could find many other cats who seemed to look quite similar to him, if a bit different, so he didn't feel too original by that.Personality:
His body is long and he is very skinny, though you wouldn't be able to tell very well through his oh-so long and thick fur. True, most warrior cats were quite skinny because they had to live through leafbares that were cold and lacking prey to hunt. His legs are average for those of a cat living on the moor, though longer than those of any cat that didn't have to do much running or leaping.
They say that your eyes are the window to your soul. If so, there wasn't much you could tell about him and his soul from just looking at his eyes. You could tell how excited or perplexed or scared he always seemed to be. His eyes, in color, were quite boring. Just simple yellowish-green orbs that were just so simple. That is all that can be said for his dull yellow-green spheres.
Ashensky is a mild, kind soul. He doesn't like fighting, and would much prefer that the Clans would stay in peace all the time. And if they had a dispute, he thought that they should've just used words and thoughts instead of tooth and claw. Needless amounts of warriors were lost when the Clans fought. But he was a very loyal warrior, and would fight will all his might during battles, like any other cat you could find.Experience:
Ashensky never liked being alone, so he liked to have other cats around him at all times. He talked around a lot and did as many selfless and kind things he could to make sure other cats liked him. Most cats would probably think this was because he was just nice and loved having friends, but it was also because of his losses as a kit. He had been all alone then, and had needed comfort but couldn't find sincere care and love that he actually thought was for him and him directly. So he tried to be everyone's friend.
Ashensky wishes he could be a father. He would give any kits he had all he could give them. He would make sure that they would always have the feeling of being loved. He would visit them in the nursery when they were kits, and he would play with them both in their kithood and apprenticeship. But... he had had no kits yet, and he feared that he may never.
When Ashensky was a kit, he kept to himself, he tried to stay away from others, and he tried to be quiet. He decided at a young age that he would live a quiet existence. The only cat he ever really talked to was his sister, even as unresponsive and sickly as she always seemed. She was sweet and a good listener, and he loved her.Picture:
But then his life drastically changed when leafbare came, with a wave of greencough. His father had died before he was born in battle, and having never known him, Ashenkit had come to terms with that. But his tiny sister was so weak as it was, when the disease came, she was picked off easily. He silently mourned her death for days. But after that, his and his mother's life together seemed pretty calm, until his mother came down with greencough and died aswell. Then he was looked after by another queen for the rest of his kithood.
After his family was gone, he talked so much more, to get what he felt was an extended family. His whole Clan was his family, that was it. The thought just made little Ashenkit happy.
The rest of his life has been relatively normal. He trained hard as an apprentice while still making friends and having fun. He has done patrols and hunting parties over and over, and he has remained a loyal warrior to ZephyrClan.
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