ternpaw / aspenclan

[shallow]

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[atrb=width,600,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=200815] Why do you shun me for who I am? FOR I AM TERNPAW of the great AspenClan Age 8 moons Gender tom Rank apprentice How can I hide in the shadows of the unknown? WHEN MY PELT IS BLACK AND WHITE and my eyes are BLUE WITH DASHES OF BROWN Scars n/a Appearance in general, i guess you could say my size is rather small for a tom. most would fit me in the category of 'medium-small' sort of size. my legs are rather small, but i'm thin and that makes up my aspenclanner build. i'm not big-boned; in fact, like most aspenclanners, i am incredibly lightweight, with bones like a bird's. all through the year i am skinny (though muscular) and when the going gets rough, i'll be one of the first to show my ribs. i'm an agile hunter, but i'm lithe too, which isn't something i'm entirely proud of. my pelt is simply white. white, white, white, with a single patch of black that stands out like a fox in the snow (except the patch is black, not ginger). it's short and kind of coarse. it's not shiny as a pebble, or particularly thick, but it just has that aspenclanner quality not much cats really notice unless you are IN aspenclan. my eyes are blue, with dark dashes of brown in the center. Why do you judge me for what I’ll become? JUST BECAUSE I’M INNOCENT AND LOYAL Personality when other cats talk about me, the first word that usually graces their maws is innocent. not innocent in the sense that i haven't seen death or fought in battles; more in the sense that i'm devoted to my clan - pinned to it, i guess you could say. it's kinda hard to explain. i mean, i know everything that a normal cat knows about (prey, hunting, fighting for your life) but i guess it's just the way that i look at things makes me somewhat innocent. i believe that starclan will come through for us in the end (but i don't really preach that) and that everything will all be okay in the end, while others look at everything negatively. this fight is going to kill me turns to this fight can only make me better in my mind. although i can get annoyed at the more denser, darker cats, i try to be nice to everyone. i mean, as long as you follow the warrior code, you're still a member of the clan, right? it's not fair that some cats exclude others for things like their favorite prey. i try not to exclude others, but if cats are too rude or sexist or otherwise discriminating, i won't like them. i mean, i've gone through discrimination as a kit, for starclan's sakes! i know what it's like, and i wouldn't wish it on anyone. i don't want to exclude anyone - this include punishments. if i think something aout one cat, i normally won't judge differently for another cat. but hey, we all make mistakes, hmm? sometimes we all judge unfairly, and i guess i'm not excluded from that bunch. i guess you could say i'm slightly competitive with other clans. but who isn't? i love aspenclan and i think we're the best; but who shouldn't think that about their clan? if you don't, you should seriously go to your den and think. if you don't have pride in your clan, you should go live by yourself until you learn that your clan is your maw, your tooth, your claw. i won't be afraid to insult those cats. Preferences starclan, having fun, wondering / not being told everything, annoying cats, mentors that are strict Secret Ambitions become the bestest warrior the world has ever known!!1! Strengths/Weaknesses running, jumping, playing / swimming, hunting, tracking How am I punished for what my kin has done? EVEN IF MY PARENTS ARE NIGHTFUR AND BIRDFEATHER Family nightfur, birdfeather // (siblings) spotkit and blackpaw Event that Lead to being a Warrior n/a History History mother and father were strange cat. they were nice, sure, but everyone looked at them a little differently. maybe it was because father had only one eye after a conflict, or maybe it was because mother was introverted and quiet. either way, it affected my siblings and myself with their regular clan life. perhaps if we were born of different parents, we might have gone farther. but because of our parents, we know what difficulty is - survival in the wilderness and being treated more tenderly and awkwardly than our friends of equal ages. maybe if it wasn't for my strict and understanding mentor, i wouldn't have made an okay or even average warrior. mother was a tiny little black cat with little spots of white on her paws, maw, and chest. she was named nightfur, and was more of a social recluse than anything else. before she had settled with my father, she had rejected two other fine, strong warriors: foxfang and batpelt. both of them took it badly. when she settled down with the black and white spotted birdfeather, there was no end of the grief foxfang wanted to deal to nightfur (batpelt had gotten over it quickly and taken another mate shortly after). of course, word of rejection had gotten around, and nightfur rejecting the strong and handsome foxfang but not a weakling like birdfeather was absurd. father wasn't a weakling, but others often viewed him that way because of his sealed shut left eye, closed with an angry pink scar. his other eye was a sharp green, and there were rumors that he actually had two different colored eyes, although elders and those who had known him often told them this wasn't true. kittens and apprentices still spread the rumors around, and often. so it was no surprise when my brother and sister - blackkit and spotkit - and myself heard such rumors and were often tormented by them. at the time, there was nothing worse than a different father. i mean, who wanted to have two eyes, or an extra tail, or to have a mate who was the same gender as you? as a kitten, this was the worst fate possible. every day, me and my sisters would wonder what we had done in a past life for starclan to put us with these parents. a social outcast and a recluse. and the teasing wouldn't stop, although there were two kittens who often hung out with us and didn't tease us unless they were in the company of their bigger and stronger friends. there was tabbykit, who was a nice, tiny tom who was extremely proud to be born in aspenclan, and told us a story about how our father had lost his eye in a battle with frostclan (who we were still in somewhat peace with) and how bravely he had fought. our other friend was a insane, bubbly she-cat who always loved playing - her name was dawnkit, for her bright colors. soon enough, however, tabbykit and dawnkit both became apprentices, and we were alone again; mocked by the other older kittens once more. we were never going to be the oldest in the nursery - the older kittens were older than us by less than a moon, which means less than a moon, the nursery would be ours. and by then, the nursery would be filled with kittens who didn't like us at all, because of the older kittens' teachings that tabbypaw and dawnpaw and blackkit and spotkit and myself were weird. and so it was, that me and my siblings were alone through most of kittenhood. and we were like normal kittens, scampering from den to den, hiding in the elder's den for a day and the warrior's den the next, having cats complain to father and having him not doing anything else. when we became apprentices, the world expanded to us three-fold, and it became an even more dangerous place, especially as moons fell into leaf-bare. the older apprentices and warriors all told us about how it was the 'worst leaf-bare yet' and how frightening it was to be living in these ages. the elders would complain about it and groan, but it wasn't until spotpaw and one of the elders died from a deadly cough that blackpaw and i got closer to one another and realized the danger. that leafbare was a very hard leaf-bare, and our mentors couldn't teach us that well; every apprentice training had been held back four moons because of this unfortunate happening. snow fell and twolegs drove their horrible machines through our moors, and countless cats died. but when we emerged from that, we were stronger and the other cats knew it when they saw us at the gatherings, even the youngest apprentice strong, if they survived. even if we were skinny, we had strong muscles. thunderclanners were always fat and well fed, but that leaf-bare the mice had all run away from the forest. frostclanners starved that winter, and ashclanners never let their hunger overcome their prideful looks. aspenclan was obviously the strongest clan. Sample RP no You call me by the name I’ve lied I meet in secret with those who’ve died Though life is not’ but treachery This life is all the life in me

[Stella]

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