ASHDAPPLE // RIVERCLAN

[Shads]

Name: Ashdapple

Gender: Female

Age: 30 moons

Clan: River

Rank: Warrior

Appearance:

>>built

Ash is a very lean she-cat. Her mother, who was known for being petite, passed on some of her qualities. Ash has Cloudwisp's tiny paws and frame, but her legs are long and tail nearly as long. She has a tiny face, small and angular. Ash's body is quick, but not very powerful. She has long legs, but they are more built for speed rather than power. This is her draw back in battle, for her power is not nearly where it needs to be in order to defeat large opponents.

>>pelt

Ash's pelt is the color of rain cloud. Not the dark, ominous ones, but the soft, light, just barely enough to sprinkle down droplets of water. She has black tabby markings covering her body. Her fur is of medium length, but is thick to with stand the cold temperatures of the water she swims in. Ash's soft fur is in envy of the clan, for she always keeps it at it's utmost quality. She hates having a dirty pelt, and will do anything to keep it clean.

>>eyes and face

Ashdapple has a very angular face. It is very small. It is perfect proportion to her body, however. Her eyes are big and round, almost perfectly circular. They are the color of a gray rain cloud, almost a light silver color.

Personality:

>>Elegance.

This she-cat is anything but trashy. She carries her head high and walks like she's floating. She has an atmosphere around her that demands attention. Ash is the type of she-cat who prides herself on being educated. She believes the world to be idiotic compared to her superiority. Her tail flows with her body. Every step she takes, every move she makes, is planned. She is methodical and patient.

>>Temper.

That's right, this she-cat has quite the temper despite her patience. However, it is not the type of temper that you would normally expect. She bottles her emotions, never lets them show. She keeps all the hurt she feels and all the disappointment she's had kept deep down in her heart, kept under lock and key. Her eyes don't even show the simplest of emotions. Due to this, her temper is a slow boil. Things pile on top of each other, and slowly all of her patience dwindles away and leaves her with rage. Her rage, however, never shows. Rather, she'll take it out on animals, mostly small prey, or flowers, or anything nearby. Anything but other cats. She refuses to harm another being like her. She refuses to be her father.

>>Self-pity

Ash has a serious case of self pity. She hates herself for who she is, what she wants to do sometimes. She feels sorry for what she's gone through. However, as I have stated before she never shows it. Rather, in order to make herself happy she tries her best to make others happy. She is extremely empathetic. Cats think she cannot feel because she does not show, but this is not the case. She feels too much. That's why she hides everything. Even her past.

History:

>>kit-hood

She was born to a she-cat and a tom who loved each other. At least, that is what she believed. It is the only truth she chooses to recognize, and therefor it is the only one that is true. In reality, her mother, Cloudwisp, was afraid of the tom named Gingerfrost who had come into the clan months earlier. His name was extremely misleading. He was a pitch black tom, but his eyes. His eyes were a fiery blue. Yes, a blue with brown flecks, making them alight with a charisma that he knew he had. Her mother, a petite silver she-cat, was the opposite of her father. She was a gentle and kind soul. Ash grew up in a home with an adoring mother and a father who appeared occasionally. However, she never knew the pain her mother felt until later in life. She never knew of her father's treachery. He left when she was young for good. Well, at least for a little while.

>>apprentice-hood

Ash grew into a beautiful silver tabby. Her mother taught her how to be elegant and kind. Her mentor taught her everything else. She was an excellent fighter with moves like a cloud. She fought on her feet, light and quick. As a swimmer and fisher, she was average in her class. It was during land hunting that she learned her love to inflict pain on animals. She loved to feel their blood under her claws and feel their life leave their bodies due to her actions. She never let anyone know how much she enjoyed it, for fear of being ridiculed. But oh how she loved it.

When she was 10 moons, she was out hunting with her mother. Cloud loved to hunt as well, but Ash was pretty sure it was not in the way she did. As they rounded a tree, Ash came face-to-chest with a massive black tom. She breathed in his scent and her mother's fear and instantly recognized him as her father. She backed up a couple steps, fear alight in her eyes. When he got sight of her fear, he flourished in it. He was a monster. But she did not know until then. Cass.. Her mother's voice sounded across the space. I've come to collect Cloud. At that statement, Ash hid behind her mother's legs. To hell you have. Over my dead body! Cloud bared her teeth and perked her ears, ready for battle. Cass just laughed. My dear, anger looks so bad on you. Settle down. He paused for a moment, wanting to build suspense. It happened just that a moment that a patrol was walking by a couple yards away. Cloud let out a yowl, and Cass ran off. It was after that incident that Cloud explained everything to Ash. How her father wanted her to be a warrior, an assassin for him to train. He pressured Cloud into everything, she never wanted that for her child. She explained that he lived in the city not far a way and was the leader of a band of rogues. For the rest of her apprenticeship, Ash lived in fear of her father's return.

>>warrior-hood

When she became a warrior, she told her mother she was going out for a day or two, but she will return. She promised to return. She did not tell her mother where she was going, mostly because she knew she would disapprove. But ever since her father had come that winter day, she had trained for this moment. She had trained for this moment all her life. She went to the city, not a bad journey in the spring. She made it there quickly, and upon her arrival was greeted by some scraggly looking toms. Tell me, my dears, where is the black tom you call Cass? They led her to her father, who was training what looked like his son. He was black, also, the deep, void of light black that his father's coat possessed. The tom was young, about 11 moons, almost what she was when her father had tried to take her away.

Have you come to stay, my dear? Her father's voice made her claws come out. He sent her on edge. His voice prickled at her spine. She really could not stand him. Everything about him made her insides itch with hate. I've come to collect. Her maw snarled into a smile as she repeated the very words he had said so many moons ago. He smiled, too, and came closer to her. She let him, but not because she liked him. She wanted him closer. Can we talk... privately? She smiled again, her voice elegant and smooth. He nodded to go to the back room of the night club she was in. She followed him obediently, but now when she looks back he must have known what she was up to. He had his claws out, she remembered because they clanked against the floor. As soon as the other tom was out of sight, the she-cat had planned to attack her father, but he turned around suddenly, and there was something in his eyes that told her to stop.

My dear, you do not know me. Why do you try to judge me? His voice was not like it was before. It was softer, quieter. First, I am anything but your dear. You do not hold the dignity to call me that. Second, I am not judging you. He smiled, and pushed over a bowl of water to her. She refused it politely. Oh but you are. Do not worry, your nightmares will soon be over. He drank from his own bowl, and she watched in horror as her father gagged and drowned in his own blood. She imagined that it had been poisoned. He died as she stood across the room. A single tear rolled down her cheek, but that was it. After that she walked out of the room to find a wide-eyed black tom at the doorway. She smiled at him and gently touched him with her tail. Goodbye my little brother. She walked out of the room, and never looked back to that city.

She returned to her clan and told her mother everything that had passed. They both rejoiced in her father's death, but Ash cannot help but to wander sometimes about that powerful black tom with gray eyes just like hers. She wonders often what has come to pass of him. A moon ago her mother died of all age, but it was not a sad occasion. Her mother had lived a life she enjoyed. And Ash knows she would not want her to be sad.

Role Play Sample:

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I WALK ALONE
think - of - home
MEMORIES OF LONG AGO
no - one - knows - I - lost - my - soul - long - ago
STANDING ON MY OWN
remembering - the - one - I - left - at - home
FORGET ABOUT THE LIFE I USED TO KNOW
forget - about - the - one - I - left - at - home

The clouds were high in the sky. They were wispy and light, barely blocking the warm sun at all. The earth seemed to soak in the sun. It seemed to breathe in the warmth, delighted for the warmth after the cold, mild leafbare. The flowers were peeking out from the ground, and the leaves were beginning to show. Oh it was amazing how beautiful everything got after the leafbare. It showed to her that maybe there was hope for rebirth. That even after the leafbare season froze and killed most every form of plant life, that they held on, they stayed strong. And so when newleaf came, they - the plants - rejoiced in their savior. This was a particularly nice day. The sun was out, the birds were singing. Everything should be alright. Right?

Perhaps it was to some. But this she-cat was exhausted. Just plain tuckered out. She had been up before the sun hunting. She brought back a lovely squirrel and an acceptable size mouse, but it was well after midday when she did. She had decided to go back out, try to catch anything she could, but she wasn't really focused on hunting. She was more wandering than anything. The she-cat let her paws do the work and stopped thinking of direction. She knew her territory well enough that when it was time to go back to camp she could figure it out. So instead of focusing on walking, she focused on her thoughts, on her mind. The sun warmed her silver tabby pelt, making it shine and glisten as she walked. She lost track of time. She lost track of everything. She wasn't even seeing the scene around her. She was reliving memories. Memories from long ago, a thought-to-be-forgotten time. She saw them flash before eyes like they happened yesterday. She saw her little brother, who's whereabouts she had no knowledge of. She saw her father choking on poison. She saw the twoleg city. She saw the lights and the stars.

Wait... the stars? There were stars when she was walking the streets the twolegs made.

She blinked and looked around, noticing the sun had been replaced by the moon and the blue sky had turned dark. She looked around and decided it was time to go home. She broke into a run, bounding through the territory as fast as she could. She made to camp within a short time. She slowed and took in a deep breath. No one had noticed her absence. She nodded to some warriors eating their fresh-kill, but bypassed them. She was tired, and just wanted to be alone really. She couldn't hear a sound coming from the warrior's den, so Ash stepped inside. To her surprise, Briarstorm, a fellow warrior, was laying in his nest. She walked over to him with the inexpressive mask she always wore and nodded as she walked to her nest in the back. She sat down, wrapping her tail around her paws and tilting her head toward him. Can you not sleep Briarstorm?

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