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Description
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|| GENERAL INFORMATION ||
NAME | Ashpool
- PREFIX MEANING | The color of his coat
- SUFFIX MEANING | Calm, tranquil demeanor
AGE | 31 moons
SEX | DMAB
GENDER | Male
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION | Biromantic
SEXUAL ORIENTATION | Demisexual
CLAN | Solstice
RANK | Warrior
LOYALTY | 9/10
BELIEF IN STARCLAN | 6/10
MENTOR | Sunmask
APPRENTICE | Hushpaw
|| FAMILY ||
IMMEDIATE FAMILY
- MOTHER | Runningthorn
- FATHER | Greymane
- BROTHER(S) | Unnamed [deceased]
- SISTER(S) | Stonewillow
- MATE | x
- SON(S) | x
- DAUGHTER(S) | x
MATERNAL
- GRANDMOTHER | Tortoisecoil [deceased]
- GRANDFATHER | Featherwind [deceased]
- UNCLE(S) | Hornetpounce [deceased]
- AUNT(S) | Tornear
- COUSIN(S) | Puddlepaw [missing - presumed dead]
PATERNAL
- GRANDMOTHER | Leafshade
- GRANDFATHER | Mudfur
- UNCLE(S) | x
- AUNT(S) | x
- COUSIN(S) | x
|| PERSONALITY ||
POSITIVE TRAITS
Empathetic
Intuitive
Stalwart
NEUTRAL TRAITS
Placid
Moralistic
Circumspect
NEGATIVE TRAITS
Stringent
Aloof
Reticient
|| HISTORY ||
BEFORE BIRTH
Runningthorn had only fleetingly humored the notion of becoming a mother. It had been an advent locked behind daydreams, ones that harbored about as much value as a kit’s aspirations of becoming clan leader. Mystifying and considered with a vein of impracticality. And yet, here she was, swollen beyond measure, shoulder to shoulder with another Queen who had already had her kittens, whose gentle cooing only incited panic in her heart.
She wasn’t mother material, she’d said so many times to her mate. Too strict and too mean looking to bring new life into the clan. Not a single maternal bone in her body. Greynose never believed her protests and somehow that worsened her anxiety as her heaviness held her captive within the nursery for longer periods of time until the fated day arrived.
Two kits – a third had come much too late and succumbed to her inability revive him. This bundle would go unnamed, assigned nothing to further invite despair in the mothering she-cat or her beleaguered mate, hovering like a particularly upset sparrow at the den’s entrance. They would never speak of the unborn child lost, never properly bandaging the wound left on their hearts as they silently considered the unfathomable what ifs that filled the empty space at Runningthorn’s side. Ashkit and Stonekit – as they would later be named – would be none the wiser to the absence of a third heartbeat as they suckled and grew.
KIT-HOOD
The brother and sister pair were not unalike any other kittens to be born in Solstice (or anywhere really). The nursery was filled with tumbling, milk-swollen bodies, each vying to somehow flatten their neighbor for no reason other than because it would ensure they themselves were not rolled onto.
Sight and sound were beguiling senses that left Ashkit in particular, rather stressed. His world was upended by visions of color and trickles of nonsensical audio that never failed to jolt him from sleep. He was sensitive in a way that his sister was not; painstakingly he would fret and fumble as his environment came alive with more sounds than he felt prepared to process and in his endeavor to do just that, sabotaged himself as he fixated on what he could hear and not on what he could produce.
APPRENTICESHIP
Ashpaw proved to be a very strange individual. He was no so woefully alien to his denmates that he was ostracized or avoided – no, his strangeness was much too tolerable for adverse attention. No, Ashpaw seemed, for all intents and purposes, mute. Albeit to say he was incapable of speech was like saying a mouse could not burrow. He could speak, however his vocalizations were soft, fleeting and as rare as visions from their ancestors. He spoke as necessary or not at all, a fact that confused and befuddled many as they were assigned apprentices who nearly flew out of their skins upon being granted their mentors.
He was much like Runningthorn. The gossip around camp seldom revolved around anything of note and so the demeanor’s of the young was a thoroughly invasive topic. Ashpaw rarely showcased the childlike behavior of his peers, something that Sunmask was unused to in fresh-faced apprentices. He merely stared… This unwavering, impregnable silence surrounded him like the shade of a tree, refreshing but cold. He was easily glossed over in conversation, a wallflower many times over, but he didn’t appear to mind as much as one might think.
In many ways he was a fixture, be it in camp or out in the territory they called home. With an ease that was eerie he would be there, at Sunmask’s side, listening with rapt attention, and then simply… gone. As if the earth had swallowed him down its throat without nary a sound to mark his removal. It helped. His prowess as a hunter was, frankly, incredible. Fighting did not come nearly so naturally as hunting but he was by no means inattentive or incapable of excelling in this harsher avenue.
All in all his apprenticeship was nothing short of mundane. Beyond his affinity for hunting and the serenity that seemed to give him a tolerance for the more rambunctious of his peers, Ashpaw was strikingly average.
WARRIOR LIFE
Ashpool. Some would attest that the tom was too calm – unnaturally so – but could not refute that the new name did not suit the striped warrior to a T. His sparsely spoken comments had ceased to draw the attention it used to, although had not thoroughly extinguished the game made out of getting him to speak. He was like a larger copy of his mother. Stern and stalwart, almost too severe to be approached in some cases but not altogether unwelcoming of others.
He had friends, though it often appeared he preferred the company of the older generations, those who did not mind his silence and were happy to fill the empty air with stories or share in the quiet he provided. Much to the surprise of others however was the pervasive quality of empathy that the typically stone-faced cat presented. He was insightful (even if getting him to voice as much still proved to be a tall order) and comprehended each individual with startling clarity. What was even more curious was that he was rather tactile. For a cat who seemed to exist in a permanent state of neutrality, Ashpool was rather prone to physical affections at any given opportunity. Instances where he would silently brush the shoulder of a clanmate or noiselessly grant a stressed friend a spontaneous grooming to the ears were frequent.
It was in his first handful of moons under his new name that he was met with a curious incident. Prone to sleepless nights, it was not unusual for him to venture out into the territory and wander until either exhaustion or duty called him home. However one such night saw a strange scent crossing his senses and it was with deep-seated suspicion that he took note of a small apprentice lurking by the border. He remained hidden in the undergrowth for nearly two hours, watching her pace back and forth; he could only assume she was expecting someone to arrive. But when no one came to meet her under the moonlight and the she-cat looked ready to turn away, he made himself known. He was expecting indignation, wariness or even fear - what he received was a desperate plea. An EclipseClan warrior by the name of Goldenspots was abusing her nephew. This news, told to him by Ravenpaw, left him quite skeptical. Why would she confide in some random warrior from a neighboring clan and not her own Leader? It was further explained and he could only grimace in mild disgust and pity to hear what had been occurring beneath the noses of so many fine cats.
Agreeing to help took most of the night but eventually Ashpool was persuaded to put a stop to Goldenspot's abuse. He waited on the appointed day, hidden well out of sight and freshly rolled in a patch of clover to help mask his scent, as Ravenpaw led her aunt to their meeting place. Perhaps he had been too hasty, perhaps he had overestimated how well he could fell this cruel she-cat...
Goldenspot didn't go without a fight. As good as Ashpool was he was still a fairly new warrior. He killed her, of that there was little doubt, but the molly scored his muzzle well, leaving him with three distinctive scars across his nose that he refused to divulge the origin of when questioned during treatment. Ravenpaw had fled in the confrontation, as per the orchestrated scene, but neither was aware that her brother, Cinderpaw, witnessed his aunt's death.
|| RELATIONSHIPS ||
Like || Respected || Greatly Respected || Idiolize
Slight Curiosity || Major Curiosity || Interested In
Slight Attraction || Attraction || Infatuation || Lust
Slight Crush || Crush || Major Crush || Love
Friend || Good Friend || Close Friend || Best Friend
Remorse || Misses || Can't Bear Without
Platonic Like || Like Family || Joint at the Hip
Unease || Disgust || Aversion
Annoyed By || Dislike || Hate || Despises
Family || Mate || Apprentice || Mentor || Missing/Deceased
BULLETS | CHARACTER | GENDER | CLAN | ROLEPLAYER
"...quote..."
| SILVERSNARL | TRANS MALE | SOLSTICE | DANNY
"My best friend..."
| SPIRITCHASER | FEMALE | SOLSTICE | RUBY
"...Nice.."
| HUSHPAW | TRANS MALE | SOLSTICE | GENO
"...sigh..."
| GOLDENSPOT | FEMALE | ECLIPSE | NPC *RUBY
"...Filth..."
| CINDERSNOW | TOM | ECLIPSE | RUBY
"...??..."
BULLETS | CHARACTER | GENDER | CLAN | ROLEPLAYER
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BULLETS | CHARACTER | GENDER | CLAN | ROLEPLAYER
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|| CREDITS ||
CHARACTER DESIGN | Tinyroars
ART | Tinyroars
APPLICATION ART | kiwimochii
WRITTEN APPLICATION | Flowercrown-Prince
