Post by WASH on Jan 31, 2019 5:32:15 GMT
ASHROSE of MEADOWCLAN
47 MOONS
WARRIOR
SHE-CAT
BISEXUAL
daring :: she's not afraid to rise to a challenge, no matter how scary the challenge may seem.
selfless :: her family comes before her, and that's non-negotiable.
proud :: she's done some good things, and she isn't ashamed of the bad.
stubborn :: once she's made her choice, it's hard to sway her otherwise. especially when she's wrong.
excitable :: almost anything could get this she-cat cheering with joy.
now, it's harder to find that joy in her, though it still lies deep under the surface in her personality.
clumsy :: sometimes it's hard for her to figure out where her paws are going, leading her to trip over more things than not.
47 MOONS
WARRIOR
SHE-CAT
BISEXUAL
a dilute calico she-cat with folded ears and blue eyes.
- do you wake up in the morning and need help to lift your head? -
- do you wake up in the morning and need help to lift your head? -
+ clever, daring, selfless
clever :: ashrose usually knows her way out of a problem with a quick and easy solution, and is quite proud of this fact.daring :: she's not afraid to rise to a challenge, no matter how scary the challenge may seem.
selfless :: her family comes before her, and that's non-negotiable.
> determined, proud, stubborn
determined :: very little can steer this queen away from the course she's decided on.proud :: she's done some good things, and she isn't ashamed of the bad.
stubborn :: once she's made her choice, it's hard to sway her otherwise. especially when she's wrong.
- overwhelming, excitable, clumsy
overwhelming :: due to her loud personality, it's sometimes a lot to be around her. this got worse after she lost her kit, as now she's overwhelming with grief instead of joy.excitable :: almost anything could get this she-cat cheering with joy.
now, it's harder to find that joy in her, though it still lies deep under the surface in her personality.
clumsy :: sometimes it's hard for her to figure out where her paws are going, leading her to trip over more things than not.
- do you read obituaries and feel jealous of the dead? -
chapter one. kithood.
leaf-bare has always been hard on mothers to be. kits born in this season usually die from the cold, if not from the illness that seems to strike the camp. meadowclan is no exception to this rule, as strong and unchanging as they may appear to be to the other clans. while palewing and foxstrike most definitely did not plan on having kits in this dastardly season, they were elated nonetheless when the medicine cat, firwarble, confirmed palewing's pregnancy. they were scared, of course, but a few reassurrances from palewing's grandfather had their worries mostly abated. however, disaster struck on the day that little ashkit was born. palewing had been out on a walk, escorted by the medicine cat, when a sudden storm took the territory by surprise.
snow seemed to cover them in minutes, and it made it near impossible for them to return to camp. palewing was even more shocked when she felt that her kit was ready to come, and was forced to have said kit out in the snow. she and firwarble were both horrified to see the tiny kit, worried that being out in the snow so soon after birth would kill the scrap of fur. when they arrived back at camp, foxstrike named the kit ashkit for her dusty grey fur that had been so fluffed up against the cold, like plumes of soft ash. however, her father also shared his mate's worries. their worries were confirmed when a few days after her birth, the kit developed a bout of the sniffles.
however, soon after being born, ashkit took to her mother's belly like a starved man, and fattened up within weeks. she opened her eyes in just eight days, amazed by the world around her. her kithood was relatively uneventful, and as an only kit her parents constantly showered her with affection. she grew strong under her parents' love and finally the day came that she would earn her apprentice name and fully begin to train as a warrior.
chapter two. apprenticeship.
ashkit's apprentice ceremony was on a sunny, warm new-leaf afternoon. she remembers her mother's tongue rasping over her ears, trying in vain to tame the curled tuft of hair that sat in the middle of her forehead. alas, she was due to go out and meet her mentor, which she did with a smile. her mentor was to be whitetrack, a large white tom whose massive paws were nearly the size of ashpaw's head. at first, she was intimidated by the older cat.
however, through many intense training sessions with him, they realized that they worked well together as a team. it was during the early parts of her apprentice ship that the she-cat met crowtint. the older cat was originally somewhat of a kittencrush for her, a tom she admired but never thought she'd have a chance with. so focused in her own studies, she failed to notice that sometimes when he eyes dared to look away from that dark pelt, his eyes would find her snowy one instead. had she seen his eyes catching on her fur, she might have pursued a different path come her warriorhood. she passed her warrior ceremony with flying colors, and a beaming smile from her mentor. in reality, the smile from her mentor was much better than even the praise from her leader had been.
chapter three. harriet.
warriorhood had brought about more patrols and more duties for the she-cat. some of these things, like being out and hunting for her clan, she welcomed with open paws. other things such as dawn patrol weren't exactly on her list of favorite things to undertake each day. however, being a fully-fledged warrior gave her plenty of freedoms she didn't think she would have before. it also gave her more chances to be out on patrol with crowtint without being under the watchful eye of her mentor. during this time, she found herself falling deeper into affection for the older tom, but thought that due to their age difference and his anti-social behavior, he wouldn't be interested in someone like her. that eventually drove her to go on more solo expeditions, where she eventually met a former kittypet named harriet.
it was obvious that the tom hadn't been out of his den for long, as he was still well defined and well groomed in a way that even her clanmates weren't. harriet was attractive to her from the very beginning, showing her the kind of affection that had never been shown to her by a tom before. she was only eighteen moons when she met him, and spent the entirety of the rest of the time dancing around him, eventually becoming mates. it was a secret to all of her peers and clanmates. of course, none of them would approve of her relationship with a non-clan cat, especially a loner who seemed to have such a good life while she and her clanmates suffered through the cold winters.
it was during the early parts of an unusually rough leaf-fall that she realized she was pregnant, and coincidentally it was the month that she realized she was pregnant that harriet disappeared. not dead, just disappeared. she was distraught, and trapped herself into the nursery through the last month of her pregnancy. she regretted bringing a kit into the clan in such a dire time, but not for a single moment did she regret having that kit at all.
chapter four. strongkit.
had she been paying any attention, she would have known that crowtint's eyes seemed to be drawn to her as her pregnancy furthered. instead, she concerned herself with her own life. she focused on her pregnancy, making sure that everything worked out the way it should work, despite the fact that it was a hard time for the clans. when her kit was finally born, she named him strongkit for his small size, hoping it would give him strength, and he easily became one of the most important figures in her life.
during her time in the nursery, crowtint visited multiple times. never, to ashrose's relief, did he try to father her kit. he never tried to take over raising her kit from her, and instead brought her prey and groomed her when she was too tired to do so herself. as her kit grew, so did her worry for him and his place in the clan, knowing his half-breed heritage.
when strongkit was just three moons old, tragedy struck. he'd snuck out of the camp with some of the older kits, and it was an accident -- and she knows it was, yet none of them could have anticipated the fall he'd take. that he would die on impact from the height.
she blamed starclan for the tragedy, and then blamed herself for having a kit during a time when the clans were dealing with such a hard leaf-bare. surely starclan was punishing her for her transgression, in their own fucked up way. she found herself emotionally blank in a way she'd never felt before, feeling like an empty shell that used to be the cat she was before. she found comfort in crowtint in a way that she never did before, as he opened up his nest to her like she'd never imagined possible. it was at her lowest point that he managed to reaffirm that she was important, and that she meant the world to more than just her parents and her missing kit.
chapter five. the crow's nest.
things changed after strongkit died. it was hard to get ashrose out of her nursery nest -- the one she swore still smelled like her kit. it wasn't until crowtint finally convinced her to move out that she would move to his nest instead of her own. she was still empty inside, hollow from the loss of her child. every day she felt like she leaned on crowtint even more, but to her relief, he was there for her. a steady weight to keep her afloat when she felt like she was due to sink.
as clan life continued, she found herself crawling into crowtint's nest instead of forming her own, tucking her snowy fur into his and reveling in the warmth that he brought her. as the days progressed, she found herself perking up, albeit only slightly. he brought a new light to her when she thought her whole world was dark, and she essentially became a pale furred shadow to the dark tom.
when they finally became mates, it seemed like a home-coming that they'd both been waiting for for months, and they realized that if they hadn't been so foolish, they could have had this happiness earlier. with every moment she spent with him, her personality was taking slow, stuttering steps back toward how she used to be. he was the force stablizing her and there was not a day that she didn't thank him for it.
chapter one. kithood.
leaf-bare has always been hard on mothers to be. kits born in this season usually die from the cold, if not from the illness that seems to strike the camp. meadowclan is no exception to this rule, as strong and unchanging as they may appear to be to the other clans. while palewing and foxstrike most definitely did not plan on having kits in this dastardly season, they were elated nonetheless when the medicine cat, firwarble, confirmed palewing's pregnancy. they were scared, of course, but a few reassurrances from palewing's grandfather had their worries mostly abated. however, disaster struck on the day that little ashkit was born. palewing had been out on a walk, escorted by the medicine cat, when a sudden storm took the territory by surprise.
snow seemed to cover them in minutes, and it made it near impossible for them to return to camp. palewing was even more shocked when she felt that her kit was ready to come, and was forced to have said kit out in the snow. she and firwarble were both horrified to see the tiny kit, worried that being out in the snow so soon after birth would kill the scrap of fur. when they arrived back at camp, foxstrike named the kit ashkit for her dusty grey fur that had been so fluffed up against the cold, like plumes of soft ash. however, her father also shared his mate's worries. their worries were confirmed when a few days after her birth, the kit developed a bout of the sniffles.
however, soon after being born, ashkit took to her mother's belly like a starved man, and fattened up within weeks. she opened her eyes in just eight days, amazed by the world around her. her kithood was relatively uneventful, and as an only kit her parents constantly showered her with affection. she grew strong under her parents' love and finally the day came that she would earn her apprentice name and fully begin to train as a warrior.
chapter two. apprenticeship.
ashkit's apprentice ceremony was on a sunny, warm new-leaf afternoon. she remembers her mother's tongue rasping over her ears, trying in vain to tame the curled tuft of hair that sat in the middle of her forehead. alas, she was due to go out and meet her mentor, which she did with a smile. her mentor was to be whitetrack, a large white tom whose massive paws were nearly the size of ashpaw's head. at first, she was intimidated by the older cat.
however, through many intense training sessions with him, they realized that they worked well together as a team. it was during the early parts of her apprentice ship that the she-cat met crowtint. the older cat was originally somewhat of a kittencrush for her, a tom she admired but never thought she'd have a chance with. so focused in her own studies, she failed to notice that sometimes when he eyes dared to look away from that dark pelt, his eyes would find her snowy one instead. had she seen his eyes catching on her fur, she might have pursued a different path come her warriorhood. she passed her warrior ceremony with flying colors, and a beaming smile from her mentor. in reality, the smile from her mentor was much better than even the praise from her leader had been.
chapter three. harriet.
warriorhood had brought about more patrols and more duties for the she-cat. some of these things, like being out and hunting for her clan, she welcomed with open paws. other things such as dawn patrol weren't exactly on her list of favorite things to undertake each day. however, being a fully-fledged warrior gave her plenty of freedoms she didn't think she would have before. it also gave her more chances to be out on patrol with crowtint without being under the watchful eye of her mentor. during this time, she found herself falling deeper into affection for the older tom, but thought that due to their age difference and his anti-social behavior, he wouldn't be interested in someone like her. that eventually drove her to go on more solo expeditions, where she eventually met a former kittypet named harriet.
it was obvious that the tom hadn't been out of his den for long, as he was still well defined and well groomed in a way that even her clanmates weren't. harriet was attractive to her from the very beginning, showing her the kind of affection that had never been shown to her by a tom before. she was only eighteen moons when she met him, and spent the entirety of the rest of the time dancing around him, eventually becoming mates. it was a secret to all of her peers and clanmates. of course, none of them would approve of her relationship with a non-clan cat, especially a loner who seemed to have such a good life while she and her clanmates suffered through the cold winters.
it was during the early parts of an unusually rough leaf-fall that she realized she was pregnant, and coincidentally it was the month that she realized she was pregnant that harriet disappeared. not dead, just disappeared. she was distraught, and trapped herself into the nursery through the last month of her pregnancy. she regretted bringing a kit into the clan in such a dire time, but not for a single moment did she regret having that kit at all.
chapter four. strongkit.
had she been paying any attention, she would have known that crowtint's eyes seemed to be drawn to her as her pregnancy furthered. instead, she concerned herself with her own life. she focused on her pregnancy, making sure that everything worked out the way it should work, despite the fact that it was a hard time for the clans. when her kit was finally born, she named him strongkit for his small size, hoping it would give him strength, and he easily became one of the most important figures in her life.
during her time in the nursery, crowtint visited multiple times. never, to ashrose's relief, did he try to father her kit. he never tried to take over raising her kit from her, and instead brought her prey and groomed her when she was too tired to do so herself. as her kit grew, so did her worry for him and his place in the clan, knowing his half-breed heritage.
when strongkit was just three moons old, tragedy struck. he'd snuck out of the camp with some of the older kits, and it was an accident -- and she knows it was, yet none of them could have anticipated the fall he'd take. that he would die on impact from the height.
she blamed starclan for the tragedy, and then blamed herself for having a kit during a time when the clans were dealing with such a hard leaf-bare. surely starclan was punishing her for her transgression, in their own fucked up way. she found herself emotionally blank in a way she'd never felt before, feeling like an empty shell that used to be the cat she was before. she found comfort in crowtint in a way that she never did before, as he opened up his nest to her like she'd never imagined possible. it was at her lowest point that he managed to reaffirm that she was important, and that she meant the world to more than just her parents and her missing kit.
chapter five. the crow's nest.
things changed after strongkit died. it was hard to get ashrose out of her nursery nest -- the one she swore still smelled like her kit. it wasn't until crowtint finally convinced her to move out that she would move to his nest instead of her own. she was still empty inside, hollow from the loss of her child. every day she felt like she leaned on crowtint even more, but to her relief, he was there for her. a steady weight to keep her afloat when she felt like she was due to sink.
as clan life continued, she found herself crawling into crowtint's nest instead of forming her own, tucking her snowy fur into his and reveling in the warmth that he brought her. as the days progressed, she found herself perking up, albeit only slightly. he brought a new light to her when she thought her whole world was dark, and she essentially became a pale furred shadow to the dark tom.
when they finally became mates, it seemed like a home-coming that they'd both been waiting for for months, and they realized that if they hadn't been so foolish, they could have had this happiness earlier. with every moment she spent with him, her personality was taking slow, stuttering steps back toward how she used to be. he was the force stablizing her and there was not a day that she didn't thank him for it.
- it's like living on a cliff-side, not knowing when you'll dive -
palewing :: mother.
foxstrike :: father.
fogeye :: grandfather.
whitetrack :: mentor.
crowtint :: mate.
strongkit ✝ :: son.
palewing :: mother.
foxstrike :: father.
fogeye :: grandfather.
whitetrack :: mentor.
crowtint :: mate.
strongkit ✝ :: son.
- do you know, do you know, what it's like to die alive? -
