Post by Desolation on Aug 5, 2012 0:10:33 GMT -5
listen to the rain, fallin’ day by day
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Name; Ashenkit
Gender; Female
Alliance; MoonClan
haunting figures around me—I want ‘em to stay
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Personality; There are traits most kits are cursed with (or blessed with, depending on your frame of mind)—those that most readily come to mind are curiosity, skittishness, playfulness, and innocence.
Ashenkit has none of those. At five moons, she has been drained of her desire to remain a child. Something of the world has been instilled in her—most likely in the blurred moons of her kithood that she can’t recall—and instead of a fire to play and run, she wants only to become a useful member of MoonClan.
It’s clear that Ashenkit will have a stunted set of social skills. While icy-polite and ever courteous, she feels uncomfortable when addressed and has trouble carrying normal conversations with other cats. She is too young to be with older company, but she is far too old to play with children her own age. In short, Ashenkit feels awkward and out of place with most company, and prefers to keep to herself.
To be clear, she is not antisocial. She yearns for acceptance, even if she doesn’t realize it, but achieving it seems beyond her reach. Ashenkit is convinced everyone hates her before they even know her, and so, she keeps a careful distance—physically and emotionally.
On the bright side, she never questions her superiors. The perfect foot soldier, a terrible politician, and a loyal sidekick but never a hero, Ashenkit has an instilled instinct that causes her to obey, serve, and protect. She is not stupid, but she lacks the innovation to lead others, and so she merely waits for their command.
As for religion—well, most Clan cats worship the starry entities that shine in the night, and while Ashenkit would never dare to question her Clanmates’ beliefs out loud, she is doubtful of the existence of celestial ancestors. She knows that when she eats a mouse, she uses it for energy and then disposes of the remains. Why shouldn’t the same be true of cats? But, as Ashenkit is nothing if not anti-controversy, she meows as piously as any cat would require of her, and never makes a big deal about it.
Flaws; Ashenkit is socially awkward, quiet, and a sheep, rather than a shepherd.
Advantages; She is tough, loyal to a fault, and a realist rather than a pessimist or optimist.
they’re always here to protect me
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Appearance; It’s clear, even at this age, that Ashenkit will never be a large cat. She walks on small, delicate paws; her tail barely touches the ground when she moves; while her ears are large and her eyes are wide, her neck supports an average-sized head and is attached to a fragile, dainty body.
The traces of mist on a horizon before the sun burns it away—that is the easiest way to describe Ashenkit’s pelt. While the word “ashen†itself means “white†in layman’s terms, she is just shy of pure white or silver-gray. Very faint stripes are visible on her limbs, particularly her forelegs. There are precarious gray spots on her belly, too, but for the most part, she is the pale, insipid ghost of a gray tabby. All of this makes her eyes—stark, sand-colored amber—stand out like wildfire. The combination is an odd one—it brings to mind the unlikely imbalance of fire and ice, however dramatic and strange.
Short Description; very pale gray she-cat with amber eyes
this is one thing you can’t take away
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History; As Ashenkit is just shy of five moons, she obviously hasn’t led much of a life. She was presumably born to a loner who strayed fairly close to the Clans and decided to leave her surviving kit for dead, or to a kittypet who faded away from hunger and exhaustion on Clan territory. She has no recollection of any blood ties; the closest thing to a memory Ashenkit grasps is a warm tongue under a dark night, the scent of rain on gray fur, and a flush of milk just before she slept away the day. When she was old enough to open her eyes and ears, she supposes that she wandered away from her mother, was lost in the MoonClan mires, and taken in by some compassionate queen. Now she is eager to begin her life as a Clan cat, despite whatever sketchy blood might rule her veins.
