Post by Crackedstar on Jan 10, 2010 14:20:39 GMT -8
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Name: Aspenfall
Gender: She-cat
Age: 29 moons
Clan: FireClan
Rank: Warrior
Description: Aspenfall's pelt is a very light gray, her underside (chest, throat, inside of legs, ect) is white. Her pelt is a little bit longer than medium length, and she absolutely hates it. However, she is proud of the dark markings on her head and the gray markings on her legs and tail. Her pale green eyes can often be found wide and curious.
Personality: Considering Aspenfall's parents, she is a relatively cheerful cat. She loves to joke and mess around, usually shirking her warrior duties to play with the kits or listen to an elder's tale. However, she is deathly serious about StarClan and is a firm believer in their ancestors. Aspenfall also has a knack for putting her nose into places where is doesn't belong because of her intense curiousity, causing a lot of trouble for her. Her main flaw is her vigorous faith in StarClan, sometimes pushing it down the throats of cats who might not entirely believe in the starry cats.
History: Aspenfall began life as Apenkit with one other sibling, her sister Ravenkit. The litter was delivered in late newleaf, and the lack of prey was the cause of both of the kits' weak states. Aspenkit's mother, Willowbranch, was cold and uncaring towards her kits, not caring if they lived or died. With the careful watch of the medicine cat, though, Aspenkit and Ravenkit became stronger and soon became apprentices. Their father, Snaketooth, was disappointed in not having a son, but accepted his kits none the less.
Aspenpaw trained under Grassleg while Ravenpaw trained under Frostchill, often going out on patrol together. The sisters were close, making it much harder for Aspenpaw to accept the death of her sister and father at the jaws of a badger while they were out hunting. Aspenpaw blames herself, for she wasn't there to save her sister when the incident occured. Ravenpaw died in the middle of their apprenticeship, leaving her sister to finish on her own. Aspenpaw tried to seek comfort in the company of her mother, but Willowbranch still didn't care in the slightest. Aspenpaw turned her back to her mother, just as she had done to her.
Aspenpaw's training continued until she was given her warrior name, Aspenfall. She still thinks of her sister constantly, even though she is long gone. The she-cat wonders if it is wrong to want a mate and kits, since Ravenpaw was denied the experiance.
Roleplay Example: Aspenfall stalked through the forest, the leaves crunching under her light colored paws as she went. She flicked her gaze to a seemingly meaningless pile of rocks, but it held many memories to her. She padded up to the formation, gently setting her right forepaw on one of the stones. The warrior breathed in deeply, trying in vain to catch the scent of Ravenpaw. She was long dead, but for some reason Aspenfall had hoped there would be some trace left...
Aspenfall turned around suddenly and headed back to camp. She shook her head, disgusted at her lack of intelligence.
Secret Word: Please don't smile.
Other:
Name: Aspenfall
Gender: She-cat
Age: 29 moons
Clan: FireClan
Rank: Warrior
Description: Aspenfall's pelt is a very light gray, her underside (chest, throat, inside of legs, ect) is white. Her pelt is a little bit longer than medium length, and she absolutely hates it. However, she is proud of the dark markings on her head and the gray markings on her legs and tail. Her pale green eyes can often be found wide and curious.
Personality: Considering Aspenfall's parents, she is a relatively cheerful cat. She loves to joke and mess around, usually shirking her warrior duties to play with the kits or listen to an elder's tale. However, she is deathly serious about StarClan and is a firm believer in their ancestors. Aspenfall also has a knack for putting her nose into places where is doesn't belong because of her intense curiousity, causing a lot of trouble for her. Her main flaw is her vigorous faith in StarClan, sometimes pushing it down the throats of cats who might not entirely believe in the starry cats.
History: Aspenfall began life as Apenkit with one other sibling, her sister Ravenkit. The litter was delivered in late newleaf, and the lack of prey was the cause of both of the kits' weak states. Aspenkit's mother, Willowbranch, was cold and uncaring towards her kits, not caring if they lived or died. With the careful watch of the medicine cat, though, Aspenkit and Ravenkit became stronger and soon became apprentices. Their father, Snaketooth, was disappointed in not having a son, but accepted his kits none the less.
Aspenpaw trained under Grassleg while Ravenpaw trained under Frostchill, often going out on patrol together. The sisters were close, making it much harder for Aspenpaw to accept the death of her sister and father at the jaws of a badger while they were out hunting. Aspenpaw blames herself, for she wasn't there to save her sister when the incident occured. Ravenpaw died in the middle of their apprenticeship, leaving her sister to finish on her own. Aspenpaw tried to seek comfort in the company of her mother, but Willowbranch still didn't care in the slightest. Aspenpaw turned her back to her mother, just as she had done to her.
Aspenpaw's training continued until she was given her warrior name, Aspenfall. She still thinks of her sister constantly, even though she is long gone. The she-cat wonders if it is wrong to want a mate and kits, since Ravenpaw was denied the experiance.
Roleplay Example: Aspenfall stalked through the forest, the leaves crunching under her light colored paws as she went. She flicked her gaze to a seemingly meaningless pile of rocks, but it held many memories to her. She padded up to the formation, gently setting her right forepaw on one of the stones. The warrior breathed in deeply, trying in vain to catch the scent of Ravenpaw. She was long dead, but for some reason Aspenfall had hoped there would be some trace left...
Aspenfall turned around suddenly and headed back to camp. She shook her head, disgusted at her lack of intelligence.
Secret Word: Please don't smile.
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