Posts by Ashfeather

[br]I am a soft-furred she-cat with expressive hazel eyes and a small build. I can be a little forgetful, but I am a good fighter and a decent hunter. Some say others take advantage of my kindness, but I am aware of what they are doing and am usually happy to be of service to my clanmates. Though sometimes, my friendliness gets in the way of the warrior code.
[br]I have a kittypet friend named Angel who I sometimes slip away to see.

[br]I am a thick furred she-cat with wide blue eyes and an expressive, round face. I was a loner named Bird, but joined RiverClan. Through much hard work, I was made a warrior. I love to hunt, but I'm not one for much fighting.
[br]One of my best friends has a kittypet friend named Cookie.

Character Name: Ashfeather

Character Age: 13 moons

Gender: Tom

Alliance: ThunderClan (or LeafClan, if I'm not playing canon)
Rank: Warrior

Appearance:
Ashfeather is a very lean tom bordering on small, with a lithe body build and compact muscles. Despite this small form, however, his paws are actually a little over-sized when compared to the rest of him. His fur is a medium-toned gray that is both thick and short. The only variations from this coloration are a white spot on his underbelly and a darker gray tail with a hint of tabby markings near the tip. Ashfeather has round and expressive sky blue eyes. The only physical imperfections he has are a small scar running across one of his sides that cannot usually be perceived because of his fur and a small notch taken out of his right ear.

Personality:
Ashfeather is a rather timid cat. Though he has managed to overcome much of his cowardice as an apprentice, some of the trait still remains, and can be seen through the way he often folds his ears back when anxious or nervous. He’s more of a “night owl”, and enjoys slipping away at night to hunt. On nights he’s feeling especially brave he will offer to watch camp for the night. Generally, Ashfeather acquiesces easily to other cats as to avoid conflict. As a warrior, he always has good intentions at heart, though he may end up making a mess of things. He always tries to correct his mistakes, when he can.

---Likes: Nighttime, squirrels, Gatherings (so he can meet with other friends), and newleaf (especially the flowers).
--- Dislikes: Conflict, loud noises, toads and frogs (either eating or stepping on them), and early mornings.
---Strengths: Hunting, stealth, speed, loyalty, and mediating.
---Weaknesses: Sometimes flees from threatening situations, fighting, his size, his slight rashness, and climbing trees (both getting up and coming down).

History:
Ashfeather was born to warriors Russetwing (father) and Willowtail (mother). Originally, he had two other siblings called Heatherkit (she-cat) and Mousekit (tom). But the two adventurous kits sneaked out of camp one night to "explore", and happened across a fox's den, where they were killed. Ashfeather was saved by his timidness, as he had stayed behind despite his siblings' teasing for fear of getting caught and being in trouble. In his apprentice years, his mother died in the midst of a breakout of Greencough. He was mentored by a warrior named Redfang, who was strict, but had a good heart. Being tutored alongside him was a she-cat named Palepaw, the only other apprentice at the time. The two became fast friends. Palepaw became a warrior two moons before Ashfeather did, and during the period when he was still an apprentice, a loner she-cat by the name of Bird joined ThunderClan. The new apprentice (suitably dubbed Birdpaw) also formed a close relationship with Ashfeather. Both friendships persisted into warriorhood. Ashfeather has been a part of a few border scuffles, one clan fight, and one rouge attack. The latter attack was what sealed his slightly early warrior ceremony (when he was 11 and a half moons). Ashfeather is still a rather new warrior, and has not yet had an apprentice. His father is still alive and is now a veteran warrior.

(In LeafClan, his siblings died in the cold of leafbare and his mother was killed by a wolf pack on the hunt. His mother is a loner, and his father is unknown and absent. His mentor found him while hunting and he followed her back to camp.)

Roleplay Sample:
The small tom was jerked awake, blue eyes flying open with a wild gleam to them that slowly faded as he recognized the familiar scenery of the warriors den. Shakily, he surveyed the den, but found it empty. I must have slept longer than usual. As he groomed himself in an attempt to calm his racing heart, Ashfeather tried to remember what he had been dreaming about. Unfortunately, the contents of his nightmare were not forthcoming, as if they were stuck behind some invisible veil he could not penetrate consciously. All he could remember was the overwhelming fear he had felt that had followed him into consciousness.

“It lives!"

Responding to the meow that had emanated from the warriors den entrance, Ashfeather glanced up. Shining eyes were peering at him, the deep amber reflecting amusement. His anxiety faded as he recognized the light golden she-cat watching him. "Palestorm! ...What time is it?"

"No idea, it's too cloudy out to tell," she mewed dryly. "It looks like a snowstorm's on the way. You should come hunting with me; no cat wants to hunt in a blizzard, and you haven't done anything all day."

Knowing she was right, the gray tom got to his paws and stretched. "Alright, I'll come."

Comments: His background changes depending on the clan to better suit the settings of both regions. LeafClan is one of four newly formed clans in Canada, which is where the wolves come from. It's also less uncommon that his father would be unknown and that a loner would be his mother.

Thanks so much!

What have I gotten myself into? Ashfeather wondered as he crouched in a snow drift, his gray fur fluffed up in a vain attempt to keep the cold from soaking into his pelt. He glanced at the sky in despair, blinking snowflakes out of his wide blue eyes. The clouds were an opaque white, and the snow was falling fast and thick, with no hint of letting up. He thought he had done mouse-brained things before, but this! He should have known better than to stray too far from camp when there was snow on the way. But Ashfeather’s concern for Palestorm had clouded his thoughts. The cream tabby had been out hunting when the first snowflakes began to fall, and it had been the tom’s intent to fetch her and bring her back before the worst of it hit.

Though clearly, his naivety had kept him from seeing the truth. The storm would not wait for him to find his clanmate, but instead had caught him while he was far away from camp. By now, the gray cat had become so disoriented in the snow, that he wasn’t even sure which clan he was still in. He shivered as the leaf-bare wind buffeted his wet fur. “Palestorm!” Ashfeather yowled, though he doubted he could be heard over the ferocious wind.

He peered over the top of the drift and searched for signs of movement, but saw none. Lightly, Ashfeather leaped out of the drift. Palestorm or no Palestorm, he had to find some place to dry his fur before it froze. He set off cautiously atop the blanket of white.

1/20, hopefully the others wont be so lengthy. ^^;

After padding a ways, Ashfeather stopped and pricked his snow-coated ears. He thought heard…yes! The distant sound of a voice! “…Hello?!” He yowled, struggling to be heard over the wind. “Who’s there?!”
He tried to peer through the veil of snow that surrounded him, but he couldn’t make out much. Stumbling forward a few pawsteps, his eyes adjusted to new scenery, and he thought he saw a silhouette lying in the snow.

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OOC: I'm not actually sure if I'll involve her or not, but if I do, I may double up as her also. Thanks for the offer, though. :)

He blinked. "Palestorm?!"
The silhouette didn't move, and he initially dismissed it as a rock or fallen branch. But again he heard a cry for help, and so he investigated further. As he cleared away some of the snow, he leapt back with a yowl of surprise.

It was another cat! Though this brown pelt was unfamiliar. "Are you alright?" He asked, then blinked. "Of course you're not." Hastily, he began to clear away the snow. It was a more difficult task than it should have been, as more snow kept wanting to replace it.

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Ashfeather murmured a reply, slightly abashed, then pricked his ears. He heard nothing at first. Eventually, he managed to tune out the sounds of the wind, and did indeed hear the noises she was talking about. His eyes widened. “Great StarClan, it sounds like when Cherryfur was having her kits! But…out in this weather?”

He looked at the she-cat, his ears flattened back in distress. “Should we go help? We should go help, right?”

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OOC: T'was ThunderClan, but I'm flexible with what clan Ashfeather's in, since he's originally from a fan clan anyway. ...Echomoon's a tabby, right? I'll correct if not.

The gray tom started, then followed the strange she-cat, struggling to keep up with his shorter legs. How can she move so fast? He wondered, but was too preoccupied trying to keep a foothold to ponder the answer much. Eventually, he fell into a rather erratic rhythm that kept his chest above the snow. “What’s your name?” Ashfeather called to her as they ran, making sure his eyes never lost sight of the brown tabby.

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OOC: It's cool, my internet's being glitch also. :P

Ashfeather opened his muzzle to respond, but caught a mouthful of snow that Echomoon had kicked up instead. "...A-ashfeather," he choked out, then cleared his throat. The tom called out more audibly, "It's Ashfeather!"

Then he tripped and fell face-first into a snow drift. Shaking the fine powder off his face, Ashfeather glanced around. They appeared to be in some sort of hollow. This is ThunderClan territory! A brief wave of relief swept through his body as he rose to his paws.

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Ashfeather felt his ears grow hot, and he padded over to join the tabby she-cat. He watched the kits, blue eyes wide with curiosity. He'd never actually seen another cat having kits, and it was something that filled him with both a sort of awe and embarrassment. Echomoon seemed to know what she was doing, so Ashfeather bounded over to the other side of the she cat. The gray cat cleared away some snow, and pressed against the she-cat in an attempt to further warm her up. He could hear the kits making soft mewling noises, and he found the sounds comforting.

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“Gotcha!” Palestorm mewed in pride, snapping the mouse’s neck quickly, with the flick of a white paw. Caught out in the blizzard, the golden she-cat had decided to make the best of things. She had hollowed out a small spot in the snow that protected her somewhat from the wind, though she still had to clear it out when the snow piled over it too heavily.

And now she had something to satisfy her hunger. There was a sort of guilt at eating when she was unsure of her clanmates’ condition, but it wasn’t clear how long she’d be stuck in the cold. “Might as well keep my energy up in any way I can,” she mewed out loud out loud to no one in particular.

The pitiful mouse was devoured quickly, strangely satisfying despite the leanness of the meat. Palestorm buried the carcass in a mixture of dirt and snow, and got to her paws. The small snow den was nice, but the white sky showed no hint of relenting, and she needed a better shelter if she was to weather out this storm. She squinted her amber eyes against the harsh wind and surveyed her surroundings. Nothing but white assaulted her eyes, and she found herself getting impatient with the color.

The lack of a solid destination had never stopped vivacious Palestorm before, and it certainly wasn’t going to now. Almost with an air of defiance, the she-cat padded away from her temporary safe haven in search of a more permanent shelter. As she traveled through the unending white, her thoughts turned to her companions back at camp, as well as those that may likewise have been trapped out in the snowstorm. I hope they’re managing okay.

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OOC: I know what you mean! So busy!

Palestorm paused, ears perked for alertness. Was it just her imagination, or had she heard another cat? The tabby blinked, and looked around. Because she hadn’t heard from or seen another cat since the storm began, she thought at first that her mind was playing tricks on her. But after a moment of reflection, she was sure that a voice had called out something, though she couldn’t make out the words. “Hello?!” she called.

9/10 It's so late, and I'm not even halfway done. I may have to do this in the morning. xD

OOC: Blah, I'm off to bed. Have fun roleplaying, everyone!

Silence greeted the she-cat's ears. Palestorm shivered as wind found its way through her fur. Maybe the cold's making me batty. She flicked snow off of her fuzzy ears and attempted to get a better foothold in the snow, as her paws had sunken into the powdery white when she had paused. As she once again got her paws back on solid-feeling snow, she surveyed what bits of the landscape she could see. Almost by chance, her amber eyes spotted a small fleck of brown on a large oblong mass covered in snow. She trotted over to it, swiping various layers of snowflakes off the object.

Thunk. She blinked, excitement slowly creeping into her eyes. A tree! And by the sound of it, the tree was hollow. Palestorm began pawing around the base, and sure enough, there was a small opening among the twisted roots and scratchy bark just big enough for a cat to squeeze through. Tail twitching happily, the warrior did just that.

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The tree was much more spacious that it had appeared from the outside, and the narrow opening had kept most of the snow from penetrating the inside. While it wasn’t the warmest place, it provided ample protection from the wind, making it better than any other place Palestorm had happened across. Sweeping some of the snow out with her tail, she went to the furthest corner of the large oak(?) and snuggled against the cold wood and dead leaves. Slowly, warmth was seeping back into her paws and ears. The she-cat began to groom the caked ice and snow from her pelt.

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OOC: I will, if you'd like, Gringrin.

IC: The tabby awoke a time later, unaware that she had even fallen asleep. Her joints slightly aching and cold clinging to her fur like a troublesome tick, Palestorm got up and stretched. The sleep had been light, but it was refreshing. Padding over to the narrow entrance in the tree, the she-cat studied the falling snow. It seemed to have lightened up at least some, so she poked her head out to see if she recognized her surroundings.

She didn't, but decided to wriggle out of the hollow tree anyway to see if she could find prey. Palestorm studied the tree and its surroundings carefully, attempting to commit the spot to memory before she trudged out into the snow.

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OOC: Sorry about the late reply, I had another response written up, and was about to post it when I saw your post and was like, "YAY INTERACTION!". So then I had to edit my old one. xD

Palestorm had been lucky in her hunt. Normally, the squirrel she had caught would have dissatisfied the she-cat as her only catch, but she knew there were few forest creatures out in this type of weather. She finished it quickly, cold numbing what remained of her appetite. She glanced at the sky suspicious. Looks like it might pick up again.

A cat's shout caught her attention, and her ears twitched. The golden she-cat got to her paws and scanned the area until she spotted she source of the voice. She trotted over. "Shelter?"

Of course, the she cat certainly hadn't forgotten the hollow tree, but she wanted to buy time to survey the cats first. The black tom had her wary, but seeing the kit, her suspicions relented, or at least subsided. "Sure, I know a nice little tree just a way back." She pointed with her snow-coated tail. "It's not the biggest, but it's better than nothing."

She bounded off, pausing a few feet away to look back and ensure the cats were following.

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Palestorm's whiskers twitched as she surfaced form a drift she had fallen through. She was disoriented for a moment, then spotted another spot she had tripped into on the way to hunt, and hopped up to head that direction. "...Not a problem," she meowed as she searched for more of the small indents that had been pawprints. Her eyes lighted as she found some. "I'm a clan cat. From ThunderClan." Palestorm glanced back one more, amber eyes curious and harboring only a hint of guardedness. "What about you?"

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The cream she-cat eyed the kit with amusement as she padded along. She was recognizing the terrain now, and knew they had to be close. "Seem like it'll be here forever, doesn't it? But it will go away, StarClan willing."

Grimgrin's words registered in her mind, and her curiosity grew. "Loners...like Ravenpaw?" she mewed, wondering if he knew the old ThunderClan apprentice.

Not really waiting for an answer, Palestorm bounded forward, having recognized the gnarled tree reaching up through the snow toward the white sky. "There it is!" She pointed with her tail, then scowled. "I'll have to clear away the entrance again." She turned back to the tom, clearly not having forgotten the second part of his statement. "So, why'd you leave?"

OOC: I'm assuming this is old ThunderClan, sorry if that's wrong or anything. xD

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