Post by hemoglobin on Jan 17, 2011 13:04:38 GMT -5
Name: Ashkit
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Kit, almost apprentice
Age: 8 moons
Gender: Tom
Physical Description: Ashkit is a handsome australian-mist tom with a short – haired coat. He has a lean and slender body that is covered with a dappled layer and nimble speckles vaulting indiscriminately at all sides of his pelt. Dainty but narrow pitch-black mottles bunch up with his speckles, making him look quite stylish and majestic. He has lengthy legs which have a patch of ebony splotches at the middle of them. Ashkit has a fluffy tail that is tufted with a foggy gray stain that extends to his back until in blends in his shoulders and blemishes with his prevalent silver coat, turning to an ashy, slightly pearly, hue, resembling his name. Ashkit has round and almond shaped blaring green eyes which are surrounded by steady onyx strikes.
Personality: Just like a typical kit, Ashkit is cheerful and eager to play, learn, and explore. He’s very courageous, empathetic, sometimes focused to the point of distraction, and clever when it comes to his obsessive interest: becoming the best warrior ever. He is also extremely valiant and too confident, becoming sometimes arrogant and stubborn. Ashkit can also be very sweet, sensitive, and loving. Despite so, he may also have a wicked temperament, spoiled judgment, and little patience when he’s angry. He also has a big belly and one of his minor passions is to eat. Since he’s so focused on being a warrior, Ashkit usually ignores the she-cats that so constantly nag on him.
History: Ashkit was born to a loner mother and a father he never knew. As a kit, he lived happily with his mother in a small valley besides a narrow river. The dappled tom was very adventurous and very smart, enough to take his own decisions. When he was 5 moons old, he decided to leave his home and search for his destiny. His mother didn’t agree with his idea, for she feared for his son’s security. So she accompanied him on his journey. They traveled and traveled for many days and nights, when they finally reached the forest of the clans. But a fox killed Ashkit’s mother. He was able to survive, despite the many injuries the fox left behind. A ThunderClan patrol found him and took him to the ThunderClan camp. He has lived there ever since, but the ghostly memory of his mother’s death still haunts his thoughts, since he feels guilty for her death. Still, that doesn’t stop Ashkit from being the cheerful and outgoing cat he’s always been.
Rping Example: As the shadows of midnight fell and the mist wandered the forest ominously, a pair of emerald eyes gleamed. Slender, white legs, carried a little cat’s gray pelt across the ThunderClan camp. The death of his mother and his odd heritage had taken Ashkit to a point he wasn’t afraid of things like darkness anymore. A soft breeze passed by Ashkit’s fur. The wind sang about the hearts of the other brave ThunderClanners. He wondered vaguely if his young, vibrant heart was ever going to be part of the song. His emerald eyes narrowed into slits of crystalline emeralds as his mind got into a deep thought. Those warriors he admired so much were the ones he so desired to once become like. And he had no doubt Ashkit would be once named Ashcloud and that day, he will protect his clan with all his might and gift to them tons of prey. The tabby kit heaved a long yawn before padding back to the nursery. The leaves rustled below his paws and he could hear the water of the river flowing. He crept back to the bramble nest and crouched to a small fur ball. Ashkit slowly closed his eyes and the emerald and beaming eyes that once shone, banished.
