Post by Måø§† on Feb 18, 2008 16:07:13 GMT -8
Name: Ashrunner
Age: 26 Moons
Gender: Tom cat
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Dawnclan
Apprentice: None
Appearance: Ashrunners pelt is a fresh snowy white, almost always clean. Dark gray designs mask his face and race to his soft red nose and his moonstruck whiskers. His eyes are a hard orange blazing fire that seem to cast out flames when he is angry. His figure is muscular with powerful fore and back legs that carry him quickly and boldly around.
Voice: Ashrunners voice is rough, and still very young sounding, much like a teenagers.
Battle: In battle, Ashrunner is significantly strong and quick. You had best turn tail and run.
Personality: In camp Ashrunner is loyal and would do almost everything for his Clanmates. When needed he can be icy cold. If a Clan member complains too much he will make sure that they know who's boss. If you knew him well, you would most likely call him two-face.
History: Born with an unknown mother and one sister. His sister caught greencough a week after being born and before she could open her eyes. Ashkit opened his eyes that same day to find a motionless sister beside him. During his kit life he was very mature and would help the other kits in the nursery, also during apprenticeship.
As an apprentice Ashpaw trained the hardest his leader had ever seen, becoming a warrior at ten moons. Ashpaw always set and achieved his goals. At times he trained hard enough for himself and his sister, for both his unknown mother and proud fathers approval.
At fifteen moons his proud father died in a battle being drowned by another cat. Although Ashrunner had many deaths in his family, he still held strong. It was important for an honored warrior like him to give an example, and to show strength, not weakness.
Family: Sister: Shiningkit, StarClan
Father: Ragefur, StarClan
WS: A small figure darted back and forth across the open clearing in camp, as if running away from a pack of hungry dogs. Pausing for a two second break, you would only be able to make out a large eyed white face, a white chest, and tiny clean white boots.
The figure sprung back into action, this time speeding in small circles. Then, due to dizziness and a stomach full of giddy, she fell over to the side, crashing into a slightly bigger, bulky smoke tabby tom.
The tabby cat instantly jumped nearly a fox length in the air. Turning in midair he managed to land with his back arched. His white and gray fur stood straight up in the air as he hissed angrily. Eyes becoming slits he yowled loudly as the first cat darted away, a streak of brown black and white, paws light as air.
"Smallpaw! . . . that's it! . . . you run. What kind of warrior runs from a fight?" he retorted. His eyes still in slits, he sat down promptly and began to lick himself furiously, thus managing to pass his tongue over his fur the wrong way, giving him an even more rabid title. "Useless kit," he murmered to himself quietly.
Smallpaw who had managed to circle around the entire camp and somehow find a place behind the black cat unnoticed snarled loudly. One would think a sound as mad is that would never come out of something as small as her. "Kit!?" the way she yowled would make you think think it was a horrible monster. "Kit? I'm not a kit! Ashpaw, you have no right to call me a kit!"
The tabby cat stopped repeatedly messing up his fur and gave a quick snort, "Well you surely aren't anywhere near as old as an apprentice," he stared intetently at Smallpaw to see her reaction.
After a short second Smallpaw gave a loud annoyed scream, "Ashpaw!" she whined.
"Was that a scream of defeat i heard?" Ashpaw sneered arrogantly. "That's right, you know i'll be a warrior in less than a moons time!" he went on. He hesitated for a quick breathe. But exhaled with a sigh as the distant figure of Smallpaw trotted through the the bracken tunnel. She may be small, but she was the fastest of the apprentices, or kits for Ashpaws sake.
Other: None
