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NAME
Kit- Aspen
Apprentice- Aspen
Warrior- Aspenwing
SEXUALITY Bisexual
GENDER Female
ALLIANCE FireClan
RANK Warrior
AGE 30 moons
HISTORY Aspen was born a loner. She lived with her family on the outskirts of a rogue group who was constantly badgering them to join. She wasn't sure what was going on at the time and didn't particularly care if they joined the group or not. What concerned her was when one night, she woke to hear murmurings outside. The voices were low yet distinct as she heard the familiar voices of her parents. They were speaking about a trade of some sort, to leave the family alone. Aspen simply continued to listen while becoming intrigued with the situation. The rogue group demanded a kit causing her parents to refuse. They came back several nights after that, asking for the same thing, and she continued to listen. The group had finally had enough, or that's what she thought, when her parents refused one last time. Aspen's parents were clawed at, being tortured as they continued to deny them of what they wanted. Hearing enough of her family's cries, the young kit padded forwards in confusion. She spoke softly as she stated she would go for them. Her Mother's pleases echoed in her ear as she was taken away from her loving family. As time went on, she grew to believe that her family was simply a dream and that she always belonged to the rogue group. She didn't think much of how different she looked from her "family". Talon simply told her that he was her Father, and soon she became close with a family once more. Aspen spent a lot of time with their son, Isaac, and they grew very close to each other. He soon started to fall for the feline, who was now 7 moons, and decided it was time he told her the truth about her real family. When he finished explaining it all to Aspen, she was obviously shocked but could only nod in response. She kept quiet about what she knew, and soon start to fall for Isaac as well. The two cats often were together and never apart as they carried on with their lives. She became curious though, as most cats do, about her actual family. When she told him she was going to escape to visit them, he agreed to company her. They spent many moons trying to find the family, unknowing that the rogue group had followed them. When she was finally 27 moons, Aspen had found her long-lost family where she was greeted with open paws. Isaac and her stayed there for the night, exhausted from the long and tiresome journey that lasted over 10 moons. She awoke to a bright flame burning in the abandon cottage, the intensity of the heat causing her to have extreme pain as she tried to escape the roaring flames. She luckily found her way out before the whole building collapsed. Aspen, struck with grief, assumed every cat had burned or was crushed by the weight of the building. She struggled to find any area where she could rest and unknowingly padded into Fireclan's territory where she was found and brought back to camp. Aspen is still unaware of who or what created the fire and has become shut-down from the real world as she focuses on herself. She doesn't speak of what happened and those who ask, wish they didn't.
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EYE COLOR Golden Amber
PELT COLOR A deep red combined with a soft orange, a few streaks of black
NOTABLE SCARS Burn marks on her underbelly
ANYTHING ELSE Nick on her ear as well
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PERSONALITY(at lest Two sentences) Aspenwing is a strong, prideful cat who doesn't usually accept help from others. She considers herself independent from the outside world and isn't fond of the company of others. She's sassy and rude combined with her brutal honesty creates a dangerous combination causing most felines, and any animal for that matter, to steer clear of her. Aspenwing is incredibly sarcastic and often uses her inability to socialize with others to her advantage by offering them an exchange; she would leave, if they give her food. If she is ever truly nice to you, then you clearly helped her to succeed in a mischievous plan. She is constantly surprised by feline's stupidity and calls most cats out on it. She does enjoy teasing others, using her mind to trick many. It's rare if she agrees that she was wrong, even if she knows she is, she would usually keep her argument logical enough that it doubts what's actually true. Aspenwing doesn't see the point in lying, and speaks her mind often. It's more of a disability actually. Though she wishes to speak something kind, her true opinion reveals itself whether she wants it to or not. This causes many problems for her and is one of the main reason she has few friends. For some odd reason, she is fascinated with stars. It's common that she talks about them, including facts she has learned over the moons. Aspenwing enjoys secrets as well as mystery. Her main objective is to learn as many secrets as she can; whether it's a simple crush or an ancient language. She never breaks her word, always upholding her part of the bargain. She tends to never back down in an argument and always stands up for the under-dog. She always has a comeback, and typically, it's very clever. Her unique way of thinking is observed by others as "nontraditional" but she believes it's just different. Having spent her time as a loner, she has acquired the ability to understand many languages, including two-legs. She doesn't enjoy bragging but will use her talents during a disagreement to get her way. Aspenwing spoils herself and tends to only think about how she is going to survive, not others. She gets annoyed rather easily, having little patience with others. She snaps but swiftly moves on from her outburst causing her to have multiple mood swings. She does enjoy fighting a bit more than hunting but as come to terms that it isn't always the answer. Her elegant yet fast moves are perfect for an "attack and flee" movement that leaves her with little to no scars. Some believe she is snobby, others admire her, but she couldn't care less of what others thought of her. Aspenwing has a strong self-esteem and few cats have the ability to break her. She does have a soft spot for kits although doesn't want any as she notices how difficult it is to manage them. She isn't aware of what kind of clan Fireclan is, but does know that certain clans have certain rules and tries her best to avoid them at all costs. It's not that she hates them but it's more along the lines that she doesn't want to cause trouble. She is aware of how nice they can be, and how cruel they are. Those types of chances she doesn't enjoy. She doesn't usually stand and fight, her courage lacking slightly in that department. If she knows she would die in the fight, she simply figures out a plan to escape and live. Aspenwing is a rational feline with a high intelligence who uses the process of elimination to discover many intriguing facts about any dilemma she's in. She doesn't like the idea of being tied down by a tom, and isn't very interested in "love". As Plato had once said, whomever he was considering she only knew him from the two-legs' talk, "Love is a serious mental disease." She agreed the Plato on this little speech, respecting his wise words. She has trained herself to manipulate voices around her, her vocal chords astounding. She uses this to her advantage as well, to create a diversion for her escape.
FEARS Fires, Snakes, Falling in Love
DREAMS Doesn't really have any
STRENGTHS Fighting, intelligence, strong selfesteem
WEAKNESSES(at lest two) Sarcastic, rude, too honest, low patience
LIKES Stars, kits, manipulating her voice
DISLIKES Idiotic cats, being wrong, losing
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FRIENDS Very little
MOTHER Violet
FATHER Elijah
SISTERS Madeline (presumed deceased)
BROTHERS Joseph (presumed deceased)
CRUSH May develop
MATE Presumed Dead
KITS None
OTHER KIN Open
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PLOT IDEAS Perhaps her mate returns only to find her either moved on or welcomes with open arms? Or, we could start with her in the burning cabin. She escapes, flees to the open territory while firemen put out the fire?
HOW ACTIVE ARE YOU On more often now, though I might be taking summer classes. Perhaps a 7/10
PASSWORD N/a
OTHER Nope
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NAME
Kit-birdie
Apprentice-birdie
Warrior-birdie
SEXUALITY homosexual
GENDER male//masculine\\male pronouns
ALLIANCE fireclan
RANK warrior
AGE twenty three moons, nearly twenty four
HISTORY birdie, to become the person who he is today, actually has had no heed or weight on his shoulders from a rough history. instead, his is rather un marked, smooth, untouched by many others rather then himself by his own choices to decide to where he had come from.
in fact, the male was born off much farther from these lands then expected. he was conceived by two parents cursed yet blessed with only one child. they where unknown loners, they had no goals in life, their life was easy, familiar, grown close to each other to have their pelts mixed. but it was perhaps later on in birdie's life that he began to yearn for something more, as if to strain for it. he longed for something more, catching fat mice and playing with flies became old, he yearned for something more, the prospect of the open areas showing new discovery.
so, at the time he was old enough, birdie left his home and shed in which he lived, saying farewell to his loving parents before going on his own way. the travel was rougher, as he was forced to learn on how to hunt different animals, ones with less meat on their bones, ones he would have to tread through hot heat and cold winters to find.
however, it soon came to him that he stumbled onto a clan. this, group however, was not fireclan, but birdie still stayed there for a while. he soon began to mold and shape, holding his place as their current medicine cat while also learning the ways of how to develop his hunting. but, having the feeling that most of them stood against him rather then on his side, and feeling restlessness overcome him once more. birdie left.
there, he stood at the open arms of the wild once more. his newly developed skills allowed him to live his life easier, and for a few more moons, he lived on his own until he discovered a new clan.
fireclan took him in rather easily, despite the fact he decided to keep his loner name due to his attachment to it.
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EYE COLOR a soft hazel, however fades to more of a green
PELT COLOR a lightly tinted brown
NOTABLE SCARS n/a, he appears to be rather unscathed
ANYTHING ELSE birdie is a very small cat, and can often be confused for a female or adolescent
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PERSONALITYAdroit, taciturn, quick witted. The first starting words that come to most's minds when they meet Birdie. The male is just like this really, oh, but much, much more complex.
Driven mostly by the mind, he at times has a habit of following logic instead of heart. Pondering, a slave to nothing more then his thoughts from time to time, his mind has a habit of ensnaring him in a zoned out mode. His head is a broken tv, switching from channel to channel with no control. Unable to superintend it, his head is often like the swarm of bees, filled with an overwhelming amount of thoughts, it can often give him migraines. The male twitches, smooths his pelt, and tries to relax. This usually has no avail. His brain keeps him awake at night, it makes him toss and turn, twitch, yawn, stand up, eat. He rarely is able to close his eyes.
Bags hang under his optics, his attitude becomes snappy, he hasn't gotten any rest in a long while, but still works his hardest. Let his poor body rest when he is able to grasp it, it is a bad idea to disturb him as he is in a slumber. His muscles rarely slacken, his eyes trapping the bits of curiosity and energy he often has.
The times that he can clear his wild mind is rare, but nothing more then the purity of bliss. Some of the other canines are able to clear his mind, there are few, but they make him forget. He can sleep, he can relax, his muscles slack, and his pelt moves down.
Birdie rarely talks, he is nothing more then a full box that just needs to be opened with a small flick of the wrist. You must approach him first, no need for small steps, he is not shy, but conversations make him think to much. It makes him zone out, it gives him staring problem.
He keeps to himself, willing to listen, but at first with ears pinned down. His smile is often soft, it is welcoming, his warm wine eyes are open, relaxed, but misconduct is hidden in the back of his pupil.
He blushes by the slightest of rose tinted words. He is flustered quickly around the one he swoons over. He is even more quite and stutters and stares around the soft, pelted male wolf he is unable to remove his eyes from. His head is cleared, he wants to get closer, but does not, his steps are tentative before he turns away. He works on his herbs, he sorts them, he tries to forget.
The male is hesitant in battle, he is frightened, he is small, he dislikes the feeling of being useless. He stays back however, but watches for the ones he loves, his eyes cross their pelt every second he can. He goes to injured, and is quick to work. He doesn't stop until everyone that can be healed is. His exhaustion doesn't stop him.
He is stubborn, what he doesn't want to believe in, he wont. The mule itself is jealous of his obdurate actions. He shakes his head in a no by orders when he dislikes them. He growls when someone tries to remove the glue from his beliefs. He bites when someone tries to change his course of action that he believes in. But, when it comes to someone he loves, he stays silent, tail bristling, but he makes no moves. He thinks about it, he zones out, he leaves. He is slightly insecure.
He is of a slightly jealous type. He becomes green when he sees the one he is passionate talk to somebody else in a lustful tone. The male keeps slick and taught by the person who dare lay their taught tongue across his secret lover's pelts. He becomes sad, he is unable to sleep again. But he understands that it his fault. The brute takes blame, perhaps to much. Deaths bother him, the ones he cannot save. He stays up even more because of it. If he is unable to save another while under his care, he is still bothered. He is troubled, but lets go after a while.
But, he is kind. He listens and sooths, and knows what to stay. Tears fall from his optics when they fall from others, he turns angry when they do also, he is there to comfort, a pillar to lean against. To sleep underneath in case of shelter or shade, he takes the rain meant for others, and the sun's heat.But he allows them to leave when they desire to. He is protective of those he cares about. He has a good moral compass, he knows right from wrong very easily, he balances his options. He doesn't move to one side very easily, he is the middle man, he is one for peace, he dislikes the blood of another tangled in his claws, wrapped around his teeth. He is able to calm others down, he lays down and presses his pelt against another's and gently licks their fur. He watches over pups, he is open and kind when you walk over to say hello. He listens, understands, and advises. He accepts his flaws, he opens his arms to them and embraces them, they are his friend, he works on changing, improving, and using them to his very own advantage.
His mind is soothed, and despite the chaos swirling around the matter, he is there by someone's side.
FEARS to go insane, be driven crazy by his own mind
DREAMS to become or help the medicine cat, to be able to settle his own thoughts one day
STRENGTHS intelligent, quite, thoughtful, hard worker, kind, looks at both sides of the story, realist (could become good or bad trait), cool temper (most of the current time), quick learner, photographic memory, gives advice, kind
WEAKNESSESa large taciturn/introvert, quite, stubborn, sarcastic, fools sround from time to time, tends to get caught up in drama,at times naive,has a hard time speaking up, blends more or less into the background, to silent, pushy, certain things get him set off, a softie, gullible on certain subjects, insomniac, gets frustrated by his own mind very easily, very mild dementophobia, when extremely tired becomes crabby slow and annoyed very easily, has an extremely hard time fighting
LIKES the smell of rain, cold water, talking walks, cuddling, males, feathers, birds, soft objects, staying clean, healing, learning new things, growing in skills, the cold, pebbles, soft creeks/rivers, smaller bodies of water, good/pleasant smells, others who have good hygiene, good hunting season, flowers, being able to control his mind/thoughts, being able to sleep
DISLIKES mats, mud, hot drinks, puddles, swamps, sand, rough rocks, snow, bright lights, sudden noises, tight spaces, the prospect of drowning, bad smells, algae, fighting, training, running, the thoughts of going insane, his insomnia, restless nights
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FRIENDS n/a, tbd
MOTHER holly (alive)
FATHER guther (alive)
SISTERS n/a
BROTHERS n/a
CRUSH has grown an interest in silvercrow
MATE n/a, wants
KITS n/a
OTHER KIN n/a
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PLOT IDEAS n/a
HOW ACTIVE ARE YOU 5-6/10
PASSWORD n/a
OTHER please tell me if everything is alright hun!
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