Post by kitty on Aug 15, 2010 16:11:14 GMT -5
Name:
Ashkit (Ashstripe)
Gender:
She-cat
Age:
8 moons
Clan:
ShadowClan
Rank:
Kit
Love Interest:
Crushing on Lightheart
Kin:
Ivytooth - mother - Syd
Description:
Quite simply, Ashkit is a gray tabby, taking after her unknown father rather than her ShadowClan mother. Her feet and underbelly are white, along with a strip on her nose, chin, and her chest, but other than that the rest of her fur is gray, rather dark in color. Darker colored tabby stripes crisscross her pelt, down her sides, around her tail, even joining together on her forehead in the tabby's signature 'M'. Her fur is thick, keeping her nice and warm in leafbare. Her head is a bit round, still on the kittish side, with gray eyes. Her muzzle is a bit short, and there is yet even more gray when you come to her nose. A bit on the small side, she isn't exactly lithe or slender, more on the average side than anything else. With a long tail, her legs seem a little short in comparison.
Three of them, anyway. I left out something important. Poor little Ashkit has only three legs. She was born mysteriously lacking in her back left leg, and even the fur where it is supposed to be doesn't seem to grow as well. This gives her difficulties in running, hunting, playing, jumping, and just in Clan life all around. Poor Ashkit will never be a warrior, which is the reason she remains in the nursery even past her sixth moon.
Don't tell her that, though. Ashkit still believes that she can be a warrior, and she'll prove it some day. As long as she believes that, those gray eyes of hers will brim with determination and life, occasionally frustration. But she'll make it. You'll see. Just watch.
Personality:
While some might think that Ashkit would be a sad, hopeless little thing, this is much the opposite. Instead, she has all the liveliness of a kit, and the energy, too, hobbling around on three legs as though she has four just like any other cat. She doesn't mind having to stay in the nursery past her sixth moon - the only other option was joining the elders, but that den was a place for cats who'd served their Clan for moons, something that she had definitely not done. Generally a happy, chatty cat to be around, the only time you can get her sad or upset is if you mention her lack of a hind leg and how that makes her incapable of ever being a warrior.
She wants nothing more to grow up and make her mother proud, be a great warrior.
This is something deemed almost impossible, but determined as Ashkit is, she won't let the odds of failure hold her back. She's going to train, even though she's not an apprentice. She's going to learn to hunt and fight, even though she doesn't have the advantage most other cats have over her. And when she gets frustrated at her inability to get something right, she's just going to try again and again until she can do it. Independent, she tries not to rely too much on the cats around her. Rather, she can do it herself. Perhaps its simply to prove that she is able, perhaps she just doesn't want help.
Fiercely protective of her friends (she may have possibly gotten this from the protectiveness of her mother), Ashkit is very loyal and will fight for what she believes in. Don't worry, she might have less claws than other cats, but she can still scratch. She has a bit of a sarcastic manner, too, and tends to tease a bit.
Undaunted by the odds against her, she's determined to ignore all the murmurings from the cats in the Clan, commenting on her hard work and about how much of a pity it is that someone as determined as her would never get to be a warrior. Ashkit doesn't want any of that; she wants to be treated as a normal cat. And though she takes it all with a smile, inside it really hurts, hearing all these doubts about her. Perhaps one day, they'll build up and build up until she can't take it anymore, and then all the pain and hurt will show and she'll be left a sad little thing, the cat some cats assume she should be now.
But not today. No, today Ashkit is still clinging to the hope that she'll be a warrior.
And so she struggles along, trying to learn how to hunt and fight as best she can. Its a slow-going process, but Ashkit is sure she'll get it down.
She'll be a warrior, and she'll make the mother she loves proud.
You just watch.
History:
Once upon a time, there was a she-cat and a tom, and they loved eachother very much.
Pfft, as if.
Once upon a time, there was a she-cat named Ivytooth, and she was out looking for her missing apprentice. A seemingly harmless event, until she got 'taken' by a tom from another Clan. ShadowClan found her, took her back home, but two moons later she gave birth to a tiny little she-kit.
She seemed perfectly alright at first glance, but upon closer inspection, you would realize something.
The little she-kit...she was missing a leg.
This horrified several of the Clan members, a kit born without a leg, but the little she-kit - now dubbed Ashkit in honor of her gray tabby pelt - had a very protective mother, and she grew up determined and as if there was nothing wrong. It took her a few moons to realize what made her different, what set her apart from the rest of the Clan.
But missing a back leg was all that Ashkit ever knew, so she had no problem with it. She hobbled around camp, and began to be able to run and play like any other kit, just not quite as strongly or fiercely. It became her dream to be a warrior, a great one like her mother.
Her mother left the nursery when Ashkit was five moons old instead of the traditional six, which some that to be a bad idea, leaving a three-legged cat alone to fend for herself. But Ashkit did alright - she was able to go to the dirtplace, the freshkill pile. Those things were easy, and yet some cat always seemed to keep an eye on her.
Not too much time passed before her mother was named deputy of ShadowClan, something that made Ashkit very proud. But it meant that she had to prove herself even more, since her mother was deputy. She had to be a warrior.
The day of her sixth moon came, and Ashkit was bouncing with excitement - until she was informed of the fact that she could never be an apprentice. Her missing leg hindered her from being able to do everything correctly. A bit dejected, the kit chose instead to remain in the nursery, with her kit name, instead of joining the elders.
But she'll still be a warrior, and she'll prove all those doubters wrong. She'll make her mother proud and be a great warrior. And then no one will pity her.
Other:
Her song is One Day Too Late by Skillet. owo
Roleplay Example:
Light shone in through the nursery entrance, onto a bundle of snoozing gray fur far in the back. The sunlight seemed to rouse her, and her gray eyes opened, then blinked a few times. As soon as she realized it was morning, she sprang up out of her nest and seemed to dance outside of the nursery, in such high moods that one that looked at her might be a bit worried.
In no time she was racing to the fresh-kill pile, where she quickly located a vole - not much caring for the frogs and lizards most ShadowClan cats seemed to like - and gulped it down. And then she just seemed to sit there for a few moments, just waiting, until she seized another piece of fresh-kill and walked in a rather jerky gait towards the elders den, where she threw the fresh-kill inside. "Good morning!" she called in a cheery voice into the den, earning her a good-natured groan from the cats inside. "Eat up!" She turned and half hopped, half pranced away.
Ashkit certainly seemed like a normal cat. She was cheery and happy and kind, and the lack of a leg didn't seem to hinder her in any way in her daily chores. It wasn't until she started trying to hunt and fight that she realized how hard it was without two back legs to help. Right there in the middle of camp, she dropped into a hunting crouch and tried to pull herself forward quietly, but the fact the she had to hop instead of walk with her back legs didn't much help.
No matter. She'd get it down eventually.
