ASPENPAW - BOULDERCLAN

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-sadface- the piceh for the eyes isn't accurate

<---- Aspenpaw
masculine, six moons

RANK: medicine cat apprentice

ALLIANCE: BoulderClan
APPEARANCE: Fur as tan as the sand yet as vibrant as aspen leaves, his pelt may almost glow a creamy white in the moonlight. Aspenpaw is generally based and sized up as a small cat with plain tan fur; by looks from a distance you can only tell of his basic tan pelt and and maybe even a slightly darker sock complexion. However, as you draw closer, and your mind's eye can look past the deep tan pelt, you may begin to notice the actuality of his pelt, and what might make him seem more original and not ushered in with a type of generality and more as an abstract character of the tree-orange Aspen leaves.

Likewise, if you have the mind to look at the tom in a different perspective, you may notice the actual colour of his pelt. His pelt is made up of a variety of tans, not just one plain tan in general. As a confusion, the tans are all only slightly darker or slightly lighter then one or the next, making it seemingly impossible to observe and hypocritically enjoy the difference. Together, the ranging pelt pattern makes up his general tan, and hit from different light perspectives, his colour of tan may seem different from one day to the next, giving the impression of a multicoloured switch one's notice verifying.

Besides the originality of his pelt, his eyes are one amongst others. Unlike most cats, who's eye color maintain the same colour in both opposing eyes, his left eye is a magnificent sea green, as one of a day of hot sailing, while the other is a sky blue, as when the sun is at it's highest peak on the warmest day of the winter. They, together, can give a seeker a startling, uncomfortable glare, or a soft, kind look, depending on the mood of it's user.

Alas, despite his longing and desire to be strong, he is just one small speck of a kit, a runt to be said. Although quite energetic, he has not the muscles to give any lasting damage to a warrior and it's not for lack of trying either, but because of his physical ability to not do so. Through his physical ability, though, you may say he looks quite handsome, and his lack of muscles is nothing to be said that may alter that.

PERSONALITY: Aspenpaw is an altered form of Jayfeather, hypothetically. He takes after a bit of what you might call his stubborn and impatient mood to become a medicine cat, yet it stops at a fact where he grumbles all the time. Now, much against his inclination to following that of the rules of a medicine cat, he will not sulk the entire time, though may be prone to be sarcastic and impatient with the bit of it. Impertinence can describe him on some occasions, but it has gotten to the point where he has almost given up on the fact that he may actual get into being a regular apprentice than stuck in the medicine cat den. Despite his lack of excitement to become one, he does his job well, and be called kind and caring at most times, seeing as he has to. Not many see his side of reluctance to the den and his lack of power to turn away from it.

Arrogant. He is deeply Prideful, and that is a weak point. As a kit, he had been full of prideful arrogance that nothing could break. Alas, it did not last with the notification that he had to become a medicine cat. Up until then, Medicine Cats were the lowest of the low --I mean, seriously, who in StarClan's name would want to help and wait on other cats, when you could fight and do so many other things? Ridiculous --absolutely absurd. It wasn't like he had a grudge against the medicine cat because he didn't save his father after a fight or blah blah blah, but he was weary and cautious of them. They left him in awe and he sensed there was some sort of deep power behind their mask of helpfulness. It was something he didn't want --didn't need. As grumpy as he was to others, his tolerance of Firethorn was limited --and who would think he would end up to be his apprentice?

A flirt. He has been and shall always be a flirt. No, he wasn't a 'I want ever she-cat kissing my paws and in my reach'; but he did like she-cats. He was nervous around them, but in a different way than most cats. Instead of being extremely quiet he would blab his mouth away and be a bit . . . rough, not pushy, but kind of possessive. As well as a Rebel. He was that in which at heart. He believed in StarClan and such, but he was not afraid to break the warrior code when he saw fit --rules were made to break.

REASON FOR NAME:
Aspen --for his aspen-coloured reflecting fur
paw --for his position

FAMILY:
Father;; Rumblebelly
Mother;; Heatherlight

HISTORY: Aspenkit was the only kit born to Rumblebelly and Heatherlight, as he was the only one, one might think that he was cherished, or charmed --but he wasn't, his parents could have thought less of him then a speck of dust. As he was the only one, you can't really tell if he's the smaller of the litter or not --but this time, it was really evident. He was as small as a pebble on a sandy beach, and nothing to look at at that. His parents were known for being great warriors, and only mated together to sire up a healthy, and strong kit. The disappointment they recived was too much, and they died alone, greiving for the loss of having a nice fit and healthy son.

Aspenkit was left to suckle from another queen, and he did so without complaint, never realizing the true reason why his parents left until he was to be apprenticed. Before he was to be apprenticed, his dreams of being a warrior were shattered by one small aspect. He was playing around the Nursery with a few other friends, excitment making all their whiskers twitch, for, in a moon, they would all be aple to become apprentices. As a ball of moss flew towards him, he heard a she-cat cry out, and immiedatly turned toward the sound, alarm in his gaze, his paws itching nonstop. The moss hit him square in the back of his head, and he fell over dazed. As he stood up, he asked his friends if they should go and help the cat. In response, they asked, what cat? And then began to play.

Curiosity got the better of Aspenkit, and he trekked where he heard the scream, surprisingly, following it to the medicine cat den. When he asked what was wrong, Firethorn looked at him with deep, grave eyes. "It's a sign, Aspenkit, if you understand it...-" Aspenkit peered down at this so-called-sign, sqinting at what seemed to be a pile of sea-salt and rocks. His eyes widened as he understood. "No! No," he yowled, "This isn't what I want!"

RP EXAMPLE:

Pride --what could be said about it? Even from her background she knew that pride was one of the most deadly sins. She closed her eyes and heard her mother whispering in her ear, about the stories of mislead wolves and the Seven Deadly Sins; Gluttony, Lust, Wrath, Sloth, Envy, Greed,....and Pride. Out of all of them, her most dominant 'sin' --give or take, was Pride. Next came Envy, and then Greed. One could not associate the words of Gluttony, Lust and Sloth to her, though Wrath was there between. Pride, it was a deadly sin, and she knew it --but who said that her own existence was not a sin? Was it not a sin just to live? Yes, it was, and her course of actions and repetitive work did nothing to say that she should beg forgiveness. She was born a sinner, whether there was such thing as a 'God' or not, it mattered not to her. She believed in the isomorphically term of representatives --she could be quite into psychobiology or rather it was how she got along in life alone. She cared not if one canine specimen believed one thing or another --she was candid to say at the least and unbiased about much of the religious prospect and she could tolerate those of different breed and of those by the term 'dog'.

As she realized it now, Morgra was not wholly of the dog genre, she was part wolf --see to it as it was, and she nodded her head fairly as the Alpha told her this. Her scorn at herself being a dog increased the beta-driven's acknowledgement and respect towards her leader to an extent where she knew any other dog would be bowing down to her and asking if she were Queen or Princess. Though true to this, Alba was not the kind of dog to do this, for pride again kept her away and she could not think of anything more distasteful or cowardly, along with the fact that she did not and would never think Morgra would ever command such treatment much less not take it as an insult as surely she herself would.

In that way, both she's were alike, and more than enough to tell they could both respect one another well, as it mattered not whether either was Alpha, Beta or Delta --slave was pushing it a bit though. Oh? To think that she was the only one to be given the respect as to know her Alpha's blood-line, Alba took it as more respect and she knew that both she and her measured up each other well.

Why do you want to be the Beta, Alba?

So she knew --no never mind that, of course she knew, she was Alpha and that for no reason, hell, one would be a fool to think that she should overlook anything; but she kept her thoughts to herself, she wasn't here to flatter the Alpha, that was also against her sin of pride. As said, next, was greed. She mulled over the thought that she had organized her thoughts without her consciousness --strange.

Greed. The sin of longing, wanting, desire. It was as much as a sin of Pride, and to her most recent act of dignity and merit, yet maybe not as strong. Oh yes, she had greed and her relentless strivings for Beta could prove it for anything --or so most thought. Ah, as asymmetrical as oneself could be to others, most did not understand her way of thinking and her own desires, save Nem. Even Misery had a hard time distinguishing her actuals and if her striving for beta was legitimate enough to be as of a rival. Truth be told, it was --but not for selfless purposes.

In actuality, I had never wanted to be Beta. I had never wanted to lead or be an adviser or think thoughtless thoughts and think I am the greatest --because I do acknowledge and know that there are others out there far greater than me...or even you, she cast a sideways glance at her leader, I don't come to offend either, I am aware of the fact that even Guardians and delinquents of the Defiance are not weak as we all say and shun them and tell ourselves they are. I myself, would love to think that I am at the top of the world, the only spotlight, the only one with the mask at the masquerader, everyone admiring me and my secretive selections and remarks --but truth be told, I am not. No one is, not me, not ones that I admire, not ones that don't know me, not any canine or other specimen on this land we walk. I once knew a canine who thought the world of himself, my father really, and even some such a sinner and dirty player as me can know where to draw the line.

Why do I want to be Beta? As I said, originally I didn't, my pride took me over the world, mostly for the fact that my sister-like Misery thought herself a candidate and I refuse to loose to someone such as her --selfish act or not. And as I've joined this pack, maybe not innocent, but inconsiderably unaware of anything in this part of land, I have learned my own strengths and weaknesses, how to play by the 'rules', and that I myself have a deep greed for, deep desire to become Beta and go as far as my pride allows.

Though, I don't ask you to choose me just for selfish acts, I believe I do have some good qualities, and for all, I do believe that I am ready to unmask.

PASSWORD: [Moderator edit]

[rhapsie]

Accepted. (: