ASHFANG - HILLCLAN

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ASHFANG
female, twenty-seven moons

RANK: Warrior
ALLIANCE: HillClan
APPEARANCE: An ashen femme with veridian orbs.
PERSONALITY:

Miss Ashfang has one hell of a dangerous aura surrounding her. With her fierce fighting skills and seductive beauty, it's a surprise to many that she isn't as malicious as some cats believe her to be. Honesty is the best policy when you're around this girl, and she'd love it if you didn't speak to her in a patronizing tone. Most of her acquaintances would call her one of the toms as she's been hanging around them since birth. To her, she-cats just end up judging you and gossiping about your every move.

Toms do this on a more muted level and without such pernicious attitude. When it comes to love and things of the sort, ambivalance is the only thing that will come to Ashfang. Never has she had a crush that she has acted upon. Nor has a tom with a crush on her told her. Stubborness has been in her since birth as she had to fight for attention with two brothers trying to steal all the glory. Melancholy occasionally comes to her when she realizes how far she's gotten in life without her mom around. It's a dismal story for her to tell, and hardly any cat knows much about it.

Friends and enemies alike have certain bones to pick with this gal, but she doesn't let their little squabbles ruin her day. In fact, arguing here and there is how Ashfang usually wakes up in the morning. With a tongue as sharp as rose thorns and ferocity running quickly through her veins, her abominable fury is enough to make any cat feel diminutive after a few flicks of the tail. Despite her paradisiacal looks, she doesn't flaunt around like a ripe and randy apprentice in heat. Instead, she is quite humble and leads a salubrious life.

Manners are a great thing to use to impress Ashfang, but the one thing she'd like the most is if you asked her out on a hunting trip. Traipsing about territory and prowling for prey is the absolute best way to spend the day in Ashfang Land (look for us facebook!). When she's around the few friends she manages to keep, this she-cat tends to be a bit loquacious and tentative to let silence fill the air.

Kits are nothing special to her, and the same goes for apprentices. Ashfang highly doubts she'll ever have or be given either as the young ones in the Clan tend to make her a bit grumpy. Loud noises and excessive fighting gives Ashfang strong headaches that tend to stick around for a bit and make her as irritable as an agravated adder that's been starved for a week.

Her greatest downfall is that she never manages to say the right thing when it's truly important. Most of her actions have little to no thought behind them and she tends to go by instinct or what immediately seems right. Battling and hunting comes easily to her, but what she gains in that area she tends to lack in the social area. Ashfang is, like all other cats, imperfect.

REASON FOR NAME:

Her deliciously dark, muted silver pelt is the reason behind the prefix of her name. Fierce battle and often times a sharp tongue led to the suffix of her name.

FAMILY:

• Larktail - Mother - Departed
  
• Bluefur - Father - Alive
  
• Hazeltail - Younger Brother - Alive
  
• Ravenstorm - Older Brother - Alive

HISTORY:

Born in the dead of winter to Larktail and Bluefur, Ashkit struggled to stay alive as her parents favored her two brothers, Hazelkit and Ravenkit. Her mother died at the age of thirty-seven moons when Ashkit was only four moons. The death was caused by extreme cold and malnutrition. It didn't take long for Bluefur to take on a new mate. The new female's name was Heatherstep, and there wasn't a pleasant thing about her as far as Ashkit knew. She was five moons old when Bluefur abandoned his kits and let the world revolve around Heatherstep.

Ashkit thought that everything would be better when she became an apprentice, but she was devastatingly wrong. Her mentor was to be Heatherstep, and the thought of dealing with her father and his new lady made her stomach turn flips. Hazelkit and Ravenkit were unable to join her in the apprentice den at first because they were too weak and suffered from an unknown ailment. They became apprentices one moon later. Ashpaw could hardly stand the pain of being truly alone.

Ashpaw rescued her little brother, Hazelpaw, from a dog attack during her seventh moon and received serious injuries from the attack. She had to spend two moons in the medicine cat den recovering from infections in the injuries. She then mouthed off to her newly pregnant mentor at the age of eleven moons and was given a new mentor, Kestralflight, and caught up her training.

Ashfang has hunted, patroled, and led a peaceful life up until now among the rest of her clanmates. She spends her time among her few close friends and remains a great aquaintence of Ravenstorm and Hazeltail. Ashfang is closer to her older brother than her little one, but she loves them both dearly. Love hasn't made an entrance in Ashfang's life yet, but there is a sweet and surreal promise of it in her oncoming future.

RP EXAMPLE:

The morning was beautiful. The large variety of hues that streaked across the sky as the sun rose still shone among the clouds, and Flamingarrow had actually had a good night's sleep without the interuption of a recurring nightmare. She felt refreshed, renewed, and ready to tackle the events of the new day. The femme sat among the few other early-risers in the Clan and lapped gently at her pelt as she gave it a thorough and needed cleaning. A silver, male form slipped out from the apprentice's den, and the fiery she-cat couldn't help but plaster a smile on her face. "Wraithpaw!" She called out across the green tinted clearing, her emerald eyes meeting her apprentice's own amber gaze. Standing up, she put one paw ahead of the other and quickly strode over to where her apprentice stood.

"Hey." The warrior greeted him, gasping it out and appearing a bit breathless from anticipation of the lovely day beginning to unfold around her for once, compared to the usual gloomy darkness that enshrouded the female. Smiling down at the tom, she wanted to smooth down the hair on his pelt that was sticking up but refused the motherly instinct. A dull ache echoed within her as she wished that her own children were still alive for her to care for like that. Blinking a bit as she teared up, she let out a fake yawn and poked gently at the young tom. "Up for a bit of training?" The red-shaded femme asked, eyes blazing with her inner fire.

Turning her head to peer across the clearing where she had previously been sitting, a black and white tom with a characteristically mismatched gaze caught her eye. "Maybe we can get Jetfang and Gloompaw to join us, that way I can show you off properly." She piped up, not looking down at her apprentice, but instead keeping her eyes locked onto Jetfang. "I got in a little spat with Jetfang the other day. Can you ask him if he and Gloompaw want to come along? I'll go get Gloompaw while you do that." Flamingarrow asked her apprentice, turning her head to peer down at him once again. He would be a handsome little creature someday when he got rid of his rough exterior and let others break in to see his real personality. The femme couldn't help but half-smile at the grey apprentice as she thought of the future he might have.

PASSWORD: [doveh edited]

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Accepted!