Post by Rose on Feb 22, 2008 21:36:35 GMT -8
Name: Aspenpaw
Age: 6 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: New Apprentice
Clan: Stoneclan
Mentor: Spiritstep
Appearance: A very small apprentice, he looks like the age of a five moon old kit. Most of his fur is a thin, creamy white color that is constant on his pelt. His ears, paws, muzzle, and tail are a deep dark chocolate brown. The color from his muzzle spreads toward his eyes, but gives way to the white after passing his eyes. His legs and tail are long and thin. His ears and muzzle are well-defined, and could even be called 'sharp'. Aspenpaw's eyes are a deep sky blue that looks light blue in certain positions. They reflect only curiosity though.
Voice: A very quiet tone which is odd for his family. He doesn't speak much to the Clan, save for his family. It is quite musical, but is hardly heard.
Battle: Aspenpaw is a new apprentice, but is quite good at tricking cats. He likes to jump on his enemies and hold on to their back or ear until they run off. Doesn't like fighting alone, even against another apprentice.
Personality: Aspenpaw is one of the more shy apprentices of Stoneclan. He speaks very little, causing many of the older cats to think he's mute.
This doesn't stop him though. Aspenpaw is a quiet thinker that tries to see the best in a situation. He often observes all choices or routes before choosing one. A wise cat for his age, he surprises many when he speaks with good common sense. He isn't a cat to just run into a situation without thinking about it. Though quiet, Aspenpaw often helps around camp without being asked. He does his work silently, and seems to be unaffected by compliment or comment. He is often withdrawn, keeping away from other cats his age.
Aspenpaw is known for something other than his silence. This tom is quite curious, and is often seen exploring the territory on his own. He never asks any questions, but studies camp activities as if he's learning all about them.
History:
Aspenpaw was born not long ago to the older queen Featherpelt in the middle of the night. She was an older cat, and hadn't expected this litter. Her mate, Thunderstep, had been killed in battle a moon ago. The effort was too much for her, and she was found at the back of the nursery, dead. Aspenkit was the only kit that had survived the night. His other three littermates had died, too weak to carry on. Names were never given to the three.
Aspenkit lived his life as a kit, not knowing of his real family. He was raised by a foster queen, who was killed by a cough only a few weeks ago before his apprenticeship. Now Aspenpaw, he awaits a mentor to teach him to be a warrior.
Family:
Mother: Featherpelt, StarClan
Father: Thunderstep, StarClan
Sister: Unnamed, StarClan
Sister: Unnamed, StarClan
Brother: Unnamed, StarClan
SW: A small form sat huddled in the shadows of camp, quietly devouring a brown sparrow. He spoke to no one, ignoring his fellow apprentices across the camp clearing.
The tom swallowed the last of the sparrow as he licked his muzzle clean of blood. Small legs lifted him from a laying position as he looked about. After a moment, Aspenpaw used his claws to dig a shallow hole. The feathers and bones of the sparrow were pushed in, to be forever covered by the dust.
An intense gaze surveyed the camp before locking on a small kit. The tabby had wandered toward the white and brown tom on accident. Without stopping, the young she-cat ran into the thin leg of the apprentice. She stopped, confused. A small whimper escaped her as she tucked in her tail and curled up against the ground. She was afraid, for she had never smelled Aspenpaw's scent before.
Aspenpaw studied the small she-cat for a moment before gently picking her up by the scruff. He carried his small bundle with care, crossing the clearing slowly so he wouldn't hurt her. The new apprentice weaved back and forth until he came to the nursery entrance. Outside, a tabby queen was panicking as she talked frantically to one of the camp's warriors. Aspenpaw could guess that she was the mother of the wandering kit.
A large mew distracted the two adult cats. They turned, wide-eyed to see Aspenpaw standing there with the kit. He padded forward and set the she-cat down. He rose his head to meet the mother's gaze. Her eyes brimmed with gratitude, but before she could say anything Aspenpaw dipped his head and padded off toward the camp entrance.
Other: Nothing