Post by Ashfeather on Feb 3, 2007 15:17:34 GMT -5
Name of Warrior: Ashfeather.
Age of Warrior: Sixteen-moons.
Clan of Warrior: LittleClan.
Apprentice of Warrior:
Gender of Warrior: She-cat.
Appearance: This she-cat is rather small, smaller than most she-cats. Her body is light and compact, scrunched together in a light silver-tabby coat. Ashfeather got her name due to the coloration of her pelt; and the latter half from her petite, yet fierce build.
Her eyes--a deep, haunting fire-orange--contrast greatly with her main coat. If it isn't her small size that gets a cat wondering, then it surely would be her eyes.
Yet, she loves her appearance, and quite literally too. If she can't be found grooming in her spare time, then Ashfeather might as well be considered crow-food.
Personality: Despite the playful air and look about her, Ashfeather is a very serious young cat. Games are left to kits, and the dirty jobs are for apprentices. Warriors, she believes, should get the best in the clan--not smelly elders and kits.
Kits are the last thing she wants, though, she does wish to have an apprentice some day. If only for a moment. The chance to give orders and
She doesn't go about and voice her opinions often, but it's a clear message.
She isn't one to hide her feelings--unless of course she's sure they'll get her in some type of predicament. It doesn't bother her to be subtle about matters though, as...well...she wasn't entirely outward.
Perhaps, if Ashfeather had a game, it would be something of that sort.
History: Ashkit was always quite the rambunctious little cat, mewling her way about the nursery and badgering her siblings into doing things her way. She was the runt of the litter--with two other kits: Bluekit and Stonekit, both bossy toms. In being young toms, the two often dosed Ashkit with her share of misery and lost kit-games.
Becoming an apprentice was a large step for Ashkit, and though she as still mocked--to an extent--she was able to make herself noticed. She trained hard, but often complained about how rigorous and pushy her mentor (Brackenpelt) was. He was a good mentor, and refused to give into the she-cat's pleas.
Brackenpelt was intent to train her well, but Ashpaw grew clever. She found it within herself to mock the warrior, yet in a subtle...quiet manner. By her fourth moon as an apprentice, she and Brackenpelt were at a wit's end. She gave up her begging and her excuses, but her mentor did not give in as easily.
Nine more moons passed, and the she-cat was finally named a warrior. She is only a new warrior of LittleClan--having grown up under the rule of Poppystar, only to see the transition made to a new, golden-pelted leader. As of the day, Ashfeather has been a warrior for only a moon.