Post by sahara «« on Apr 13, 2013 13:43:26 GMT -5
NAME// ---
Ashensky
AGE// ---
28 Moons
GENDER// ---
Female
CLAN// ---
ShoreClan
DESIRED POSITION// ---
Medicine Cat
SHORT DESCRIPTION// ---
Ivory embellished with languid streaks of silver bathe her frame; eyes shine with a light rose pigment.
DESCRIPTION//
--- Feathered locks whirl throughout a frame withholding an ethereal elegance. Radiant shades of pearl laced with ghastly shades shimmer upon a blanched canvas in a stunning manner. Being rather enigmatic in how so many pallid shades could cast so much appeal, it is the fashion in which these have been entwined. A subtle surge of clashing streaks as well as swirls, casting a glimmering harmony beneath the light of day. More so in the light of night, a haven of silver reflecting lovely moonshine in the way that a Starclan feline's pelt would. If one were to gaze a little longer, one would capture an illusive embellishment - a fine drizzle of steeled silver, being the secret to this shining coat, perhaps? The slim structure of her frame being elongate, built to possess equilibrium, and effortless proportion. Last, but not least we have the fire. What fire? One might wonder, as felines have not fire.
Well, dear me, how mistaken are we. Fire, is in feline's eyes, not all of their eyes but, most definitely present in the eyes of Ashensky. What a rare hue, might you have ever seen one with eyes of rose? Not just any rose, but one so bright, as Ashensky's, it's just as her eyes sputtered sparks themselves, as they are so full of...is it life? Energy? Strength, [which she so much lacks?] It would be fathomless to understand, in these seas of roseate flame what they truly withhold, although one thing is known: to gaze into the glimmer of these eyes is a true experience, a true enigma how they stir such peculiar receptions.
However these limbs may be lengthy as a lion's, yet with the lapse that of a mere little mouse.
You've caught my rhythm right, however beautiful, however flawless, she is rather faulty, so to say. Not aesthetically, but rather referring to what functions. The litheness of her slender structure binds the girl with resilience, much too so that she finds it difficult to control swift motions at high speeds. As for muscle - it is tough to build on the she, not impossible however, yet never failing fatigue seems to swerve her capacities into a dwindling oblivion. So striking to so many, yet never endowed to attain those haunting reveries to become the most potent of warriors, as all young ones might dare to dream. Due to a frail structure, becoming even a huntress was nothing but a nevermore instance. Paws so petite, flesh beyond tender, this girl's hope to ever be faded to ashes, and perhaps a little less.
PERSONALITY//
--- Ashensky, no better name to suit a lady like her. There it possesses a bizarre serenity, could be referred to as vaguely eerie perhaps? Depending of the perception of oneself, all in all, the presence of Ashensky has a sedative effect upon those who approach, she herself is simply so...placid, in an unusual manner. She herself is a tad bit eminent in her uniquity. The style of speech she maneuvers is odd, she speaks of strange things, and strangely speaks, simply not in the fashion felines do nowadays. As if she were from a different time, perhaps, that is how it might best be described.
The tranquility of Ashensky always seems to be modestly melancholic, significant enough to be noted, although never enough to be questioned, a characteristic which is intriguingly mysterious, yet in a manner so that it harmonizes with who she is. Despite the peace she may bring, Ashensky is quite a bit morbid, death is one thing which seems not to bother her, in fact, several disturbing instances draw her in, and although she refrains from expressing her occasional grim perceptions so as to not cast fear upon her Clan.
Ashensky seems to be a disturbed being herself, she is very, very introverted, and the majority of her time in solitude is spanned by inhabiting the dimension of her dreams, constantly enshrouded by "deep" thoughts. You see, the girl seeks to grasp as much knowledge of what surrounds her as possible. Sure does she believe in the great StarClan, but she seems to believe that there is more to them, and this brings her curiosity to create strange beliefs and new thoughts of the world surrounding. Extensively, Ashensky portrays little interest in most felines socially, her behavior being evasive, shifty, and solely expressing herself in that odd little manner of speech she employs. Ashensky does not seem to fully comprehend how the world works, she might be a bit off, but the way she sees things could as well be groundbreaking to some.
Either way, it seems to her that it is of little importance who else understands the world but herself. She knows her job, cares about whoever is inside the medicine den, but after one exits, there isn't much else. She prefers to have no company, to be desolate seems to comfort her, and the presence of others can cause her to be rather distant, more so than usual. She does however, have a motherly heart for the children, they pique her interest, which might not appeal to certain queens, as the clan does note her oddities, but if something there is to her is the love of youngsters. Yes, this girl is strange, as she sees the world through different eyes.
EXPERIENCE//
[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]--- There she lie so small, there she lie so pale, upon that moonless night even being the litter's largest at the time, oxygen furiously escaped the child's body which lie so still, yet never halted the fight. Even through that night so harsh, the wind whipping cold, the frost gripping tight - Ashenkit lived. Her siblings so small had their breath swiftly swindled by the chill of the night's obscurity, of a litter of five, the unfortunate event cast a lingering mourning amongst the clan. The mother had been sickly throughout their pregnancy, so in truth, Ashenkit's survival was a true miracle.
What was most striking was the strength the kit appeared to wield, it was a crude season for all creatures, and yes, the hunger-stricken clan had no other kits but she in the nursery. Ashenkit's mother could hardly sustain a stable mentality throughout the child's young times, she was quiet, only referring to the kit with an absent-minded gaze or the occasional scoff, but with the strident life she had coursed, it was no wonder, the loss of nearly all of her kits had hit her mercilessly, and she simply could not take much longer. Sane enough only to barely bypass as a proper mother, she would soon become an elder after Ashenkit grew old enough to be an apprentice. Ashenkit lacked much guidance during early development, which might have lead to her rather unique self we see now.
What might have contributed to her mild/stable sanity is how much she listened to what surrounded her, perhaps odd and misguided, but the child was never dim-witted. In fact very intelligent, despite perceiving the world as others did through their speech, she decides to create her own perception of the world. Not many neared her while young either, the mother was, fiercely over-protective at certain points, defying the company of others to Ashenkit, which eventually wore off, but it was never the same.
All in all, Ashenkit grew into Ashenpaw, but she was always lonesome, isolated much more by her difference. She always was intrigued by medicinal duties, most often waiting near the medicine den, listening to the chatter of the medicine cat himself, with the most interest. She was soon selected to be a medicine cat apprentice, and the rest, is history, there wasn't much to her apprenticehood but a further development of who she is now. And learning to mildly tolerate socializing, of course.
OTHER//
--- She often has nightmares and strange dreams. Sometimes she can't tell whether or not they're real, it can be rather frightening, and can lead her to ask weird things to other cats.
