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i. name ashstar

ii. gender male

iii. age 50 moons

iv. rank leader

v. clan triste

vi. reason for name prefix: light gray tabby fur ; star for leader

vii. short description a tall, lithe light gray tabby tom with blue eyes


viii. appearance

ashstar has one of those appearances that makes it easy enough to draw conclusions from first impressions. he is a very lithe feline, though fragility does not come to mind with it. He has muscles that ripple along his chest, legs, and back and shifts his thick, thin, and light gray tabby tom. There are a couple small streaks of brown that outline the angle of his nose and a few pale streaks that show up on the main body portion of his pelt. His tail is long, with a black stripe running down the middle of it. His ears are also a bit larger than most. His entire body is highly angular, but he stands tall (taller than most) and holds his head up high. He walks with confidence and his blue eyes, bold as they are against his light colored fur, is just as strong and steady as his footing. His eyes also have less of the circular shape that most felines possess, but rather they are more almond shape which causes them to be in a state close to squinting most of the time. Of course, because he is built more for speed and agility, the muscles he does have mainly comes from and attributes to that sort of movement. His body build is not meant for direct fighting, and he has learned to overcome this by using his speed instead.


ix. personality

ashstar is not the type of leader to coddle. he is not the type of leader that will listen to every little problem that felines have and help them work through their issues. he is not the type of leader that takes a huge personal interest in each individual feline in the clan, but rather will leave that to his deputy. in his mind, being a leader means to look at the clan as a whole group, not as individual. in order to do his job in the best way possible, he believes that he must do what is best for the group, not the individual. get it? he can come off as harsh and critical, but that's just the way he is - it's the way he's been for a very long time. he believes in results and doesn't like failure. he also has a hard time trusting felines that he has not known for a long stretch of time. he doesn't trust the darkness or even his own shadow. for anyone to earn his trust, they must truly earn it and it takes years for him to fully let down his guard. he has a tendency to make more enemies than friends, what with him having a sharp tongue and quickness to jump to anger and all, but when you do become friends with him, he is a good one to have.

for despite the negative traits that he holds, there is a soft heart deep inside the hard outer shell. when he cares about someone, he will put himself in the line of danger if it means that he'll be able to keep them safe. sure, he may not let on that this is what he is doing (he will be snippy even when he is trying his best to be a good person, wanting others to see him as worse than he is for his own personal reasons). he will die to protect his clan, despite what some felines might think. but above all else, blood comes first. he will never admit this, but when the situation arises and he must choose between a blood-relative and someone else, no matter how much the other feline might mean, he'll always choose blood. he was raised with strong values and those strong values are still stoic within him and they most likely always will be, whether or not he wishes for it to be different.

he also has a rather vain personality. he thinks highly of himself and is not afraid to show it. his respect must be earned, for he will not grant respect to every feline that asks for it.

the other thing to note is that although he doesn't show a lot of soft emotions on his face (yes, he very well might be one of those felines that believe to show emotion is to show weakness), but you can usually get a glimpse of it in his eyes. happiness, laughter, all those bright emotions will flicker across his eyes, even as he represses the urge to twitch his mouth upwards.


x. history

it was in the middle of leaf-bare when ashkit was born, the eldest in a litter of three. he had a brother and a sister in that litter as well, but only his sister got the lithe form that is similar to that of ashkit, though his sister was slightly thinner and smaller, the runt of the litter. For this reason she was named smallkit. His brother on the other hand is between ashstar and smallkit in size, but took after their father more in that he is a brown tabby tom with a larger chest and a more firm body. for this he was named cedarkit. his mother grew sick after they were born, the cold effecting her badly, but she recovered, though she was never at complete health again. their father was a distant figure, watching them from the sidelines. the three kits were close from the start. ashkit was always a little less emotional then his siblings, but smallkit was the one that could always get through his more serious personality to get him to smile and laugh. they played together often and were hardly seen apart. their mother raised them with love and nurtured them the best she could until it was time for them to become apprentices.

which happened when they turned six moons of age. the three kits were now apprentices and given to warriors to work on their training. ashpaw was given to a respectable senior warrior who had a calm personality and had a reputation for being good fighter, but with an edged personality, smallpaw was given to a warrior that could teach her to use her small size to her advantage, especially against larger opponents, and cedarpaw was given a warrior that could teach him to use his broad shape the best in fighting. they all workedhard, often meeting after their training sessions to work with one another. they taught each other tricks they'd learn from their mentors and did everything they could to round out their skills as best they could. with time, it became clear that cedarpaw was the best fighter, smallpaw the best hunter, and ashpaw the best at strategy and tracking. his mentor started to realize that although he could be angered easily, he did his best to keep it under-wraps and when the situation could be jeopardized by show of emotions, ashpaw kept them in his heart and away from his mind. it became clear with the moons that passed that ashpaw's mind worked separately from his heart in most situations, allowing him to think without biases...but again, it was only in most situations.

there was incident when his siblings and he were eleven moons old, when they were finishing up their training. smallpaw and ashpaw were out in the territory with one other apprentice, a female by the name of finchpaw, who was a friend of smallpaw's, while their brother was hunting with his mentor on a patrol. the three of them were out looking at the borders, curiosity getting the better of them. they were thinking about how soon they could walk these borders as warriors when a group of five rogues ambushed them. they fought hard, trying to get away from the group, but it became clear to ashpaw that they wouldn't be getting out of this in good shape, so he made the one decision that he thought he could - he helped get smallkit out of the mess and told her that they had to run. when she mentioned finchpaw, he told her that they didn't stand a chance against these rogues and that they had to go - they wouldn't be able to get finchpaw out of there. and so, with her reluctantly agreeing, they ran back to camp.

they told the leader and deputy, as well as their mentors what happened. the warriors sent out a patrol to see if they could find finchpaw, but here was no sign of her. after that, there was a small strain in the relationship between his sister and him. she felt guilty about how they left finchpaw there, especially when the warrior patrol returned with her body. when time came for them to become warriors, smallpaw asked the leader to wait another moon or two for her, saying that she didn't believe that she deserve it. ashpaw probably should have done the same, but he didn't. he didn't feel as his sister did. he did what was necessary to save their lives from the larger group and he wasn't going to feel guilty about it. do, he and his brother became warriors, him with the name of ashfur and his brother with cedarclaw. a moon later smallpw joined them with the name smallheart.

Moons passed and ashfur and smallheart started to become closer again. she started getting over her guilt about finchpaw and was able to go back to what she had been like before the incident almost completely, though now she would never be able to leave anyone behind, no matter what it meant for her own life. time passed and eventually thy were all given apprentices a couple moons apart from one another, but they did a lot of training together when they could. ashfur got a young tom who had a bit too much energy in him for ashfur's liking. ashfur reponded to it with a sharp edged tongue, trying to get the apprentice to calm down. With time, his apprentice was able to do just that and they worked decently well with one another. they were never a perfect pair, never truly friends like ashfur had become with his old mentor, but it was a workable relationship. the apprentice did well and became a warrior.

more moons passed with it, ashfur started to take a more direct role in the clan. he started talking to the deputy about issues going on in the clan, and even tried helping out the leader when possible. he started leading patrols when he could and took on another apprentice, just because he liked to stay busy and he enjoyed helping out. the leader and the deputy grew to really like him, so much so that when the deputy decided it was time for him to retire, thinking that he was no longer in the age spectrum (he was heavily closing in on elder age anyway) needed in case the leader did end up loosing his last couple lives, the leader decided that ashfur would become the next deputy, at which time he was forty moons old.

within the next nine moons, he trained another apprentice and did all those duties required of him. Listening to those that needed help, making patrols, advising the leader, etc. There were a couple battles that went on with the other Clans, one o which resulted in the leader loosing his second to last life. The last life he had he lost just a moon ago from a sickness that he couldn't seem to get over. After which, ashfur became ashstar.


xi. family

father - deceased (died in battle when he was forty-five)
mother - deceased (died from sickness when he was thirty moons old)
smallheart (sister) - to be put up for adoption
cedarclaw (brother) - to be put up for adoption


xii. rp sample

ashstar sat in his den, his eyes on his paws and his mind in thought. there were thoughts circulating through at a pace that would make quite a few felines a little crazy. his mind was rapidly firing up different situations, things that he could do, but as he rejected some in favor for others, the thoughts would also mix and merge, coming up with combinations of multiple different ideas in order to try and find a solution that would be more solid than the last. all the while, his tail was flicking from side to side in such a way that the tom in front of ashstar knew that he was pondering what he had just been told.

esperclan was starting to give them trouble along the border, ashstar's deputy had been out on patrol that day and came back with a message, along with a few injured warriors, himself included, to report that esperclan was demanding for the border to be moved in such a way that it would give the other clan another large strip of territory to hunt from. their reasoning was that the river was not enough. his deputy told him right out that he believed that it was nothing but a threat with an empty reasoning. esperclan was one of the best fed clans because of the river, having fish when the other clans don't care for the taste of the slimy creatures. ashstar had to agree with him.

"we're not doing it," ashstar said, his voice steady and strong, even though his mind was still whirling with thoughts. "we're not giving them anything. that much is obvious." He knew that there were some leaders that would just want to end the conflict somehow, wrap things up and move on, but this was something that he couldn't give. his clan needed all the territory they could get. they had no room to give anything away, but the other clan knew that. "I just wish I knew what they wanted."

"They want a battle against us, that much is clear," the deputy replied as he shifted from one foot to another, trying to keep weight off his injured right leg as much as possible.

ashstar nodded. after a few moments he shook his head, clearing the thoughts from his mind, but keeping one idea in particular in the forefront. "Blacktail," he mewed, "how about you go ahead and see the medicine cat. I'll need a few more moments to think about it and there is no reason for you keep bleeding. You should have done that right away."

The deputy looked at ashstar warily before mewing, "You'll come nd get me before you do anything, right?"

"of course, just go and get cleaned up."

hesitantly the deputy moved the to the entrance of ashstar's den and left. as he did so, ashstar stayed in there for a few moments before getting up on his feet and padded over to the entrance and leaving, and walked out of camp, keeping his movements sure and true. he chose blacktail as his deputy for he believed the tom had potential, but the younger warrior still had some room to grow, especially when it came to matters of talking to other felines in power. and this was something that he wanted to do by himself. flicking his tail, the leader picked up his pace slightly and headed towards the direction of esperclan's territory, his muscles tight and his eyes hard.

i. name ;; emberstar emberbrook emberpaw emberkit

ii. gender ;; female

iii. age ;; forty moons old [[three years and four months]]

iv. rank ;; leader

v. clan ;; esperclan

vi. reason for name ;; "ember" derived from the orange in her face reminding her mother of a fire's embers, whereas "star" derives from her ranking in the clan
her warrior name was emberbrook, "brook" deriving from her swift and graceful movements

vii. short description ;; cream pelted she-cat with a tortoiseshell face, brown socks, and glacier blue eyes

viii. appearance ;; emberstar's pelt consists of a very pale cream, almost white, base coat. her fur is of short length and is therefore always smoothed down against her sides. the pale cream, almost white leader possesses a large scar stretching from the left underside of her stomach to the top of her left shoulder. it was something she received when she was a young warrior and she wears the scar with pride, seeing as she was able to survive such an injury. aside from the scar, emberstar possesses brown socks on her front legs.

emberstar possesses a black-as-night nose that completes the end of a short-medium length muzzle. her eyes are a beautiful glacier blue, darkening to an ocean blue when angry, upset, or saddened. she bears a pitch black pupil and a beautiful tortoiseshell face. she has a slim build with long, slender legs. she has a sleek, slender tail that helps her to keep her balance and long, white whispers, silver whiskers pointing off her muzzle.

emberstar gets her beautiful coat from her mother, swanfeather. her hazel eyes and small size are also compliments to her mother. the only thing emberstar believes she received from her father is the tortoiseshell markings she possesses and his loyal nature to his clan. she believes she got her beauty from her mother, yet she knows she isn't the prettiest female around. despite it not being in her nature to be insecure about such things, the one thing she can't help but to be insecure about is her looks.

ix. personality ;; emberstar is best known for her loyalty. she is loyal to a fault, yet her loyalty stretches farther than her clan. she is loyal to those who are close friends of hers and will go as far as breaking the warrior code for them without hesitation. she understands the warrior code is there for a good reason, yet part of her believes it's there to get her to turn her back on those important to her. she knows she should protect the clan with her life, and that is what she will do, but she will not hesitate to protect a friend from her own clanmates if need be. it was something she was taught by her adoptive mother and it's something she not only wishes to honor, but strongly believes in as well.

she is very blunt and outspoken with her opinions. she doesn't like to hold her tongue for anyone unless it's absolutely necessary. she is a strong believer in the saying, "honesty is the best policy." her blunt, straight-forward nature hails from the fact that her family was torn apart by lies her mother fabricated. swanfeather pretended to love warblersong, refusing to tell him the truth until emberstar was born. this fact allowed emberstar to discover that she didn't want to be like her mother - didn't want to be a liar. and so, her blunt nature was born.

a noteworthy trait of the young leader is her fair-minded nature. she's known as such because she doesn't judge too quickly. she likes to hear both sides of the story before she makes judgement, and even then she's hesitant to do so. she often attempts to put herself in the others' position to determine whether or not she would've done the same. then, and only then, will she even consider passing judgement.

emberstar can be...oh, how to put it...a bit belligerent at times. it all depends, really, on who she is around before her hostility and aggression will begin to show itself. her belligerent nature is something that has been with her since birth, a sharp reminder that even though she tried her hardest to portray a gentle exterior, there is still a fierce she-cat harboring deep within her, willing to come out at a moment's notice.

x. history ;;

• [ kithood ]
• [ apprenticeship ]
• [ warrior life ]
• [ deputy life ]
• [ leader life ]

i. name Wolfeye

ii. gender Tom

iii. age 47 moons

iv. rank Deputy

v. clan timbre

vi. reason for name wolf for wolf like features and eye for being half blind

vii. short description a gray fluffy tabby with one bight blue eye and one yellow, is half blind.


viii. appearance 

Wolfeye is a tall and broad tom cat. His fur is medium length and well kept, but underneath that fur is thick muscles. The tom cats fur is a nice mix up dark gray, light gray, and light brown tabby pattern. He has a very hint of a mane around his neck. His neck fur and belly is a gray pelt. His legs start as a dark gray that gently turns into a light gray at his large paws. His torso and face has a hint of light brown mixed up into it. His tail is just as fluffy and is a dark gray with a light gray tip. On his front paws he has a extra toe giving him mitten paws. This makes him a polydactyl.


On his right ear is a nick from a badger fight and a tuff of fur missing from his right hind leg. His eyes have two colors, one is a light blue and foggy due to it being sightless. His right eye bright green and full of life. His face comes to a point.

ix. personality


Wolfeye is a sarcastic tom, but unlike as an apprentice it was not a hurtful way. Sometimes it is as a joke and followed by a smirk or laugh. If it is not followed by a smile or smirk then he is mad or think you are being completely stupid. He was too sarcastic as an apprentice and could not drop it completely after changing from a shrewd mean tom to a more friendly tom.

The tom is protective and friendly to all his clan mates, but if you are foe prepare for his anger and protectiviness over his clan. He wants to make sure every clan mate is fed and warm before the end of the night. In so he will hive his life proudly for everyone of his clan mates.

Wolfeye loves the elders the most out of all his clan mates. When he was training they did not pity him for being half blind. They encouraged him and made him for once feel normal. He also loves kits due to they are innocent and naive. Makes them have the ability to improve and tune into their strengths. He loves watching it.

He hates being called weak due to his flaws. He also hates other calling out one cats flaw and saying they'd never make it. He will unlease so much pent up anger on that cat. He fears that one cats mind would be too narrow to see that everuone has strenghts you just have to find it.
x. history

.Wolfeye was born to Appleblossom and Windfeather. The day of the birth of their kits was far from a happy bliss. She had the kits too soon. Most were stillborn, but two. Wolfkit and Nightkit. The two parents spent day and night watching over the two after the three other died at birth. Sadly Nightkit was too weak and died before he even opened his eyes, but Wolfkit had made it, but at a cost. The tom was not fully developed and it was only clear when his eyes opened and they noticed he was half blind.

Windfeather furned his back on his kit and mate. He blamed Appleblossom for the death of their kits and the life of their misfit. Appleblossom craddled her her one kit too much. She never let him out of her sight. She refused to let him play with the other kits because she thought he was fragile. He grew resentful of his mother and all who looked on him with pity. He refused to talk to anyone one or be near others.

As an apprentice he was bitter and angry with  and the rest of the clan. He refused to losten to see the light and make the best he could of his situation.  He fought with all his denmates and mentor. He loathed his mentor and gave him a hard time whenever possible. He was a horrible hunter and even worse at battle training for many moons. He would lean too much weight onto his blind side throwing him off balance.

Soon he made friends with Kestrelpaw when helping with the elders. She was kind yet sarcastic like himself. The two became close and bonded. She was the only person he ever called a friend. She helped him with battle training and hunting while he kept her sister away from tormenting Kestrelpaw.  Soon, Wolfpaw was an amazing fighter, yet still poor at hunting.

He was named Wolfeye on his warrior ceremony and Krestelpaw was named Krestelsong. The two were inseparable, until the impossible happened. Krestelsong was attacked and killed on the border. Wolfeye wanted to go back to his shrewd self, but he made a promise to be happy and sulking will never make him happy.

Many moons later his attitude changed for the better as did his skills. He became a worthy warrior and soon the new deputy. He was the new deputy and it made him proud. He held his head high. His father had tried to reenter into his life, in which Wolfeye refused, although he bonded with his mother again. She became a worthy mother and he felt bad for all he did. 

Soon a bager nest was found and Wolfeyewas to rid it. He took Windfeather with him, since he was a great warrior. Sadly his father did not make it and Wolfeye got a nick in his ear. As he laid beside his father his father apologized again and this time Wolfeye forgave him.

xi. family

Appleblossom mother adoptable
Windfeather father decreased
Nightkit brother decreased

xii. rp sample

As the sun reached sun high the bulky tom made his way out of his nest. He had been on moonhigh patrol observing the  badger nest. It was decided today they would rid of the creature. Wolfeye, Heatherheart, and Wolfeye's father Windfeather would go and see to the badger was gone for good. He let out a sigh, before nudging the light brown she-cat awake. Then, his glaze harden as he prodded his father. "Come on, let us go."


Wolfeye pushsd out of the den with the two warriors following him. He nodded to Adderstar. After today they would be gone of that monstrous creature. The trio headed straight to the entrance. They had made up a plan at moonhigh of how they were to chase this thing off. Wolfeye would lure it out while the other two would cut it off. Then, they would all move and attack at different times to confuse the beast.


As they neared the site Wolfeye nodded and Heatherheart headed towards her hide away spot, while Windfeather paused. He looked at Wolfeye, "Be careful, Son."


Wolfeye spat, "You are not my father. I have no father, all I have is a mother, who actually tried to take care of me." Wolfeye sneered as he went storming out into the clearing where the nest was.


In his anger he forgot to check and make sure it was clear and he ended up a cat length away from the badger. The creature swung and Wolfeye ducked and his claws glazed and ripped his ear. He let out a yowl and saw Windfeather jump in front of Wolfeye and the badger as he went to bite Wolfeye, but grabbed a hold of Windfeather throat and threw him to the side.


Wolfeye felt upset to see his father being thrown like a rag doll and even more when he didn't move. Heatherheart had jumped on the badgers back and it tried swinging at her, but Wolfeye lunged at it paw and bit down. Slowly, but surely the two chased the pitiful creature off. Wolfeye ran over to Windfeather once the badger was out of sight. He crouched down and saw his father was still alive. "Hold on we will get help."


"Too late," Windfeather rasped. "I am sorry. I...I never s-should ha..ve wal-lked away."


"I forgive you," Wolfeye whispered as he reated his head on his father's head. He felt one last shutter and he was gone. Wolfeye close his eyes.


"I am sorry for your lost, Wolfeye," Heatherheart said as she rested her tail on his side. 


"Me too," Wolfeye muttered as he stood. "Let us get him back to camp. He need his ceremony like any worthy warrior deserves.  Appleblossom will need me too."