Post by ashpaw on Jun 27, 2017 15:14:10 GMT -5
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ASHPAW
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[PTab=Tab2]APPEARANCE - TORO
PERSONALITY - Ashpaw is a kind, fairly soft-spoken tom with a sweet, caring disposition. He can find compassion in himself for just about any cat, and is eternally patient and merciful. However, his quiet, trusting nature can often lead him to trouble as he can often be gullible - for instance, he could easily be led out of camp under the notion that he was going to help someone. He has a very giving personality - constantly putting others before himself, so much so that he can easily forget to care for himself - he would starve before allowing a Clanmate to starve. Regardless of his intense urges to help others and give his all to his Clan, Ashpaw can be quite cowardly as well - he's frightened of most things, especially sudden movements or sounds. While he can find wells of bravery when he needs them most, he's generally quite skittish.
FAMILY -
Mousefeather :: mother
Tallheart :: father
Kestrelpaw :: brother
Willowkit :: sister, deceased
Honeykit :: sister, deceased
HISTORY -
Kithood | 0-6 Moons
Cold. His first memories are of cold wind, and curling so tightly into his mother's fur that he wasn't quite sure where she ended and he began. His brother's fluffy pelt getting into his nose and making him sneeze. Willowkit's warm paw-pads pressed into his back. Those early days, when he could barely move, were the easiest. Once he was on his paws, it was cold days of running around the nursery with Willowkit and Kestrelkit, carefree and happy as a squirrel with a pile of acorns. Unfortunately, those days didn't last.
Coughing. He could remember the sound of her strained breaths, and he could remember when she was taken away, and he was only allowed to see her from a distance. 'So you don't get sick, too, Ashkit. Go play with Kestrelkit.' And he would be brushed off - but for once, Ashkit didn't feel like playing, and he could see that his brother didn't feel like it either. Willowkit was supposed to be there, and when his mother finally told them that she had died, Ashkit watched everything change. He watched his brother pull into himself, shutting out the world and all it's vibrant colors. Ashkit hurt, too - but he dealt with it in different ways. He helped whoever he could, taught the younger kits to catch butterflies, made sure his mother's nest was nice and soft. And somewhere, deep inside, he opened a box and quietly tucked away his pain. He would live three times the life - for Willowkit, and also for Honeykit, who had never even gotten to live.
Apprenticeship | 6-Present Moons
There's no such thing as breaking out of one's shell when they don't realize they're in one. Where most kits would become more confident, Ashpaw remained just as shy and soft-voiced as he was as a kit, happy to go along with whatever plan his brother (and at the time, sister) had, or simply happy to exist. However, he's beginning to become concerned for his brother - and guiltily wishes at times that Kestrelpaw would go back to the carefree, happy tom he'd once been.
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[PTab=Tab3]DO YOU BELIEVE IN STARCLAN? WHY OR WHY NOT?
Twin gray ears twitch, owl-like yellow eyes widening slightly. It's clearly not a question the tom had been expecting. "Of course." The young tom's gaze flicks towards the sky, as if he's concerned StarClan is judging him now. "It just makes sense. Sometimes...sometimes I can feel Willowkit, when I'm sad, or lonely." His expression is far-away, his eyes round and much more owl-like. "One day, I'll get to play with her again." A fond smile flits over his face, but he's once more focused on the task at hand, the sadness haunting his happy gaze barely noticeable.
FAVORITE HISTORICAL CAT? WHY?
"Spottedleaf." The answer is immediate, as if he were waiting for this question. His eyes dance with excitement, "I mean, I know she wasn't in my Clan, but I heard stories from the elders about her. What an amazing medicine cat she was - always helping others. I want to be that selfless."
WHAT IS YOUR GREATEST FEAR?
He settles onto his haunches, ears twitching back. His expression is thoughtful, as if he's really taking the time to consider it. His eyes sharpen, and his ears pin back to his head. "Losing my brother. He's the only sibling I have left." He answers, his expression one that is quite rare to see on his face - troubled, stormy. Almost as soon as the expression settles, it's brushed away, replaced with a smile. "But my mom would probably say it's my own shadow."
IF YOUR BEST FRIEND/MOTHER/WHOEVER KNOWS YOU WELL COULD DESCRIBE YOU IN THREE INDIVIDUAL WORDS, WHAT WOULD THOSE BE? DO YOU AGREE OR DISAGREE?
An ear twitches. He summons his mother's voice in his head, wondering what she'd say about him. "My mom would probably say kind, helpful, and a bit too jumpy. But she always say that's why we live out in the open, so it's okay!"
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[PTab=Tab4]USERNAME/ALIAS - BUNNY, OR BUNBUNS IF YOU'RE FEELING DANGEROUS
PRONOUNS - SHE/HER
TIMEZONE - CENTRAL
OTHER CHARACTERS - NONE YET (BUT PREPARE FOR THE FLOOD)
ADOPTED FROM - Butterfingers
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PAST NAMES - Ashkit
SEX - Tom
AGE - 6 Moons
CLAN & RANK - WindClan Apprentice
BRIEF DESCRIPTION - Stocky gray tom with pale green eyes.
SEX - Tom
AGE - 6 Moons
CLAN & RANK - WindClan Apprentice
BRIEF DESCRIPTION - Stocky gray tom with pale green eyes.
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[PTab=Tab2]APPEARANCE - TORO
PERSONALITY - Ashpaw is a kind, fairly soft-spoken tom with a sweet, caring disposition. He can find compassion in himself for just about any cat, and is eternally patient and merciful. However, his quiet, trusting nature can often lead him to trouble as he can often be gullible - for instance, he could easily be led out of camp under the notion that he was going to help someone. He has a very giving personality - constantly putting others before himself, so much so that he can easily forget to care for himself - he would starve before allowing a Clanmate to starve. Regardless of his intense urges to help others and give his all to his Clan, Ashpaw can be quite cowardly as well - he's frightened of most things, especially sudden movements or sounds. While he can find wells of bravery when he needs them most, he's generally quite skittish.
FAMILY -
Mousefeather :: mother
Tallheart :: father
Kestrelpaw :: brother
Willowkit :: sister, deceased
Honeykit :: sister, deceased
HISTORY -
Kithood | 0-6 Moons
Cold. His first memories are of cold wind, and curling so tightly into his mother's fur that he wasn't quite sure where she ended and he began. His brother's fluffy pelt getting into his nose and making him sneeze. Willowkit's warm paw-pads pressed into his back. Those early days, when he could barely move, were the easiest. Once he was on his paws, it was cold days of running around the nursery with Willowkit and Kestrelkit, carefree and happy as a squirrel with a pile of acorns. Unfortunately, those days didn't last.
Coughing. He could remember the sound of her strained breaths, and he could remember when she was taken away, and he was only allowed to see her from a distance. 'So you don't get sick, too, Ashkit. Go play with Kestrelkit.' And he would be brushed off - but for once, Ashkit didn't feel like playing, and he could see that his brother didn't feel like it either. Willowkit was supposed to be there, and when his mother finally told them that she had died, Ashkit watched everything change. He watched his brother pull into himself, shutting out the world and all it's vibrant colors. Ashkit hurt, too - but he dealt with it in different ways. He helped whoever he could, taught the younger kits to catch butterflies, made sure his mother's nest was nice and soft. And somewhere, deep inside, he opened a box and quietly tucked away his pain. He would live three times the life - for Willowkit, and also for Honeykit, who had never even gotten to live.
Apprenticeship | 6-Present Moons
There's no such thing as breaking out of one's shell when they don't realize they're in one. Where most kits would become more confident, Ashpaw remained just as shy and soft-voiced as he was as a kit, happy to go along with whatever plan his brother (and at the time, sister) had, or simply happy to exist. However, he's beginning to become concerned for his brother - and guiltily wishes at times that Kestrelpaw would go back to the carefree, happy tom he'd once been.
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[PTab=Tab3]DO YOU BELIEVE IN STARCLAN? WHY OR WHY NOT?
Twin gray ears twitch, owl-like yellow eyes widening slightly. It's clearly not a question the tom had been expecting. "Of course." The young tom's gaze flicks towards the sky, as if he's concerned StarClan is judging him now. "It just makes sense. Sometimes...sometimes I can feel Willowkit, when I'm sad, or lonely." His expression is far-away, his eyes round and much more owl-like. "One day, I'll get to play with her again." A fond smile flits over his face, but he's once more focused on the task at hand, the sadness haunting his happy gaze barely noticeable.
FAVORITE HISTORICAL CAT? WHY?
"Spottedleaf." The answer is immediate, as if he were waiting for this question. His eyes dance with excitement, "I mean, I know she wasn't in my Clan, but I heard stories from the elders about her. What an amazing medicine cat she was - always helping others. I want to be that selfless."
WHAT IS YOUR GREATEST FEAR?
He settles onto his haunches, ears twitching back. His expression is thoughtful, as if he's really taking the time to consider it. His eyes sharpen, and his ears pin back to his head. "Losing my brother. He's the only sibling I have left." He answers, his expression one that is quite rare to see on his face - troubled, stormy. Almost as soon as the expression settles, it's brushed away, replaced with a smile. "But my mom would probably say it's my own shadow."
IF YOUR BEST FRIEND/MOTHER/WHOEVER KNOWS YOU WELL COULD DESCRIBE YOU IN THREE INDIVIDUAL WORDS, WHAT WOULD THOSE BE? DO YOU AGREE OR DISAGREE?
An ear twitches. He summons his mother's voice in his head, wondering what she'd say about him. "My mom would probably say kind, helpful, and a bit too jumpy. But she always say that's why we live out in the open, so it's okay!"
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[PTab=Tab4]USERNAME/ALIAS - BUNNY, OR BUNBUNS IF YOU'RE FEELING DANGEROUS
PRONOUNS - SHE/HER
TIMEZONE - CENTRAL
OTHER CHARACTERS - NONE YET (BUT PREPARE FOR THE FLOOD)
ADOPTED FROM - Butterfingers
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