Character Name: ashkit
Character Age: eighteen days~
Gender: female
Alliance: the lovely windclan
Rank: kitten
Appearance (6 or more sentences): ashkit has delicately formed features with a siamese-like body. her face is longish, with large ears and the long legs. as well, ashkit has a very long tail that is very deadly and strong as a warrior. with a coat of smoky ash black for which she is named, ashkit also has a white sock on her left hind leg. her tail has the dark gray stripes that of a raccoon, and it is really fluffy as well. her eyes are almond shaped, and the color of pure gold.
Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements):
---Likes (at least 3): talking to friends, moving around, playing.
--- Dislikes (at least 3): being closed in, the cold, loud noises.
---Strengths (No MORE than 5): her wit, her tail, her ears
---Weaknesses (At least 3): lack of strength, nightmares, phobia of being closed in
History (8 or more sentences): although she is eighteen days old, ashkit has kittypet and loner heritage way back in her family tree. her mother, dancingflower, who is now dead from birth, was a thunderclan cat. her father was cracklinglightning, who is now dead as well, whom came from windclan. being the only surviving kit of her litter, thunderclan willingly gave up ashkit to the reluctant windclan while ashkit was clinging to life. soon coming to life in windclan when a queen willingly adopted her, ashkit quickly adapted to windclan. soon enough, ashkit gained a few pounds, but she was still thin to the bone, due to her elegant heritage on her mother's side.
Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio): [ this is on another site ouo ]
Hazelstorm had frozen when she heard the first paw steps. The dark ginger and white she-cat felt the first tendrils of frost bite crawl up her paws as she stood quietly. " Umm.. I believe so. " she mewed, shaking her head to get rid of the ice forming on her ginger fur. Shivering violently from the cold, the short-pelted she-cat let out a deep sigh. " I wish I had long fur.. "
Then Hazelstorm looked like she was ready to jump out of her fur when an apprentice spoke. " Oh.. y - yes. " Hazelstorm mewed, teeth chattering now. The she-cat had been outside and laying in the snow for awhile, so naturally she was starting to feel a little drowsy and sluggish.
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