Post by ShiveringIcePack on Jan 26, 2014 21:47:57 GMT -5
|Past Name(s)|
Aspenkit, Aspenpaw
|Prefix/Suffix Reason|
Aspen - The light and dark mixture of his fur.
Fang - His indomitable fighting prowess.
|Age|
2 years 8 months
(32 moons)
|Gender|
Tom
|Breed|
American Shorthair
|Mate|
None
|Past Mate(s)|
Speckledwing
|Kit(s)|
None
|Mother|
Darksong
|Father|
Lightstripe
|Sibling(s)|
Newtsplash and Dawnflower
(Brother and sister)
|Further Kin|
N/A
|Rank|
Deputy
|Former Rank(s)|
Kit, Apprentice, Warrior, Deputy
|Mentor|
Sandpelt
|Apprentice|
Minnowpaw
|Former Apprentice(s)|
Hollowpaw/tail, Silverpaw/moon, Berrypaw/tail
|Scent|
Spiced teakwood
|Current Injury(ies)|
None
|Past Injury(ies)|
Torn claw, wrenched shoulder, clawed shoulder, lacerated and bruised left forepaw, clawed belly, severe concussion
|Description|
A bulky and pale pelted tom with crisp blue eyes tinged with yellow flecks. He has smoke-colored blotches all along his fur and an abnormally long tail. Drooping white whiskers adorn his long face and within the smokey spots are light golden stripes.
|Main Theme|
What You Wanted, One Republic
|Love Theme|
Kinenbi, Innocent Love OST
|Emotional Theme|
Krone, Guilty Crown OST
|Fighting Theme|
To Glory, Two Steps From Hell
|Voice|
Mae Hughes from Fullmetal Alchemist
|Kithood|
Aspenfang was born into the solitary NettleClan as Aspenkit alongside his littermates, Newtkit and Dawnkit. He was the most troublesome and rambunctious kit of the litter; always getting into trouble and causing problems for the older cats in the Clan. Never did he do anything purposefully malicious though, simply out of the usual kit-wide innocence. His biggest known fault was trying to practice his fighting techniques on the freshest prey in the fresh-kill pile because - in his morbid boyish manner - he wanted to see what fighting techniques drew the most blood. His sister, Dawnkit, was always drawn to the new mothers in the nursery and absolutely hated fighting. And Newtkit always tried to act too refined to playfight. Aspenkit brought out the worst in his siblings though, and occasionally could pull a good tussle out of even his reluctant sister. If it wasn't obvious from day one, it became largely obvious of the young tom's fiery ambitions when he began to scrap with the younger apprentices and proclaim his strength and skill to everyone in yelling range. His fierce attitude did not make him ruthless though. Aspenkit always looked out for his more mellow littermates, often fighting for them and getting them out of trouble when it arose. He was a healthily curious and ambitious young cat with the skill set to match. He wasn't dark or demented. Not yet at least.
|Apprenticeship|
Aspenkit became Aspenpaw right alongside his brother and sister the night they turned six moons old. Aspenpaw was apprenticed to a tawny pelted tom named Sandpelt who was known to be a rather stoic and rational warrior. He was an older male, probably in his fourth year of life and about ready to move into the elder's den, and his wizened knowledge of the world and the life they lead was passed easily on to Aspenpaw. The ambitious apprentice eagerly absorbed each morsel of thought that his mentor tossed his way, whether it was a reference to life or to fighting and hunting. Aspenpaw quickly learned that he was a horrid hunter but a stunning fighter and was thankfully not off-put heavily enough by this to where he became dark-hearted. Instead he tasked on his mentor's abundant patience, always asking to train harder in hunting instead of flaunting his battle skills in the training hollow. Over time, he learned to be a decent hunter. At least, he could bring home a mouse or two without looking too foolish about it. But when it came to fighting the young tom excelled, and because of this his stern mentor was quick to chastise him each time he stepped even a hair over boundaries. Ambition as strong as Aspen's had to be well controlled or else it would ruin the apprentice. So Aspenpaw learned patience and discipline and it was not long after these two lessons had settled in his mind that he began to notice one of the new apprentices. Her name was Speckledpaw. She was a light, cream colored tabby with soft cinnamon hued stripes along her slender body. But she was timid and terribly so. When it came to hunting she could stalk a mouse from a mile away, but she got so nervous about catching it that she would spook it as soon as she tried to stalk it. With fighting it was much the same. Her nervousness overcame her to the point that she would strike a light tap on her opponent and then cower in the dirt like a cornered rabbit. She seemed to have no talent at a warrior's duties and greatly admired Aspenpaw for his amazing battle prowess and his stamina in hunting. The two became incredibly close, often inseparable when the time came for training. Even when it was clear that Speckledpaw was a huge failure young Aspenpaw didn't give up on her. It was in this way most of all that he made Sandpelt proud. Aspen's third major lesson as an apprentice was loyalty, unconditional and sturdy as a stone. Through his connection with Speckledpaw he became just as adamantly attached to his Clan and so Sandpelt proclaimed him done with training, sent him on his assessment and that night Fadedstar held his warrior ceremony.
|Warrior Life|
It was a chilly leaf-fall evening when Aspenpaw received his warrior name. Fadedstar had spoken with Sandpelt beforehand and decided that the young cat should receive a name befitting his fearsome strength in battle. So it was that Aspenpaw became Aspenfang, and all of NettleClan yowled his name. As was custom, the newly named Aspenfang sat vigil at the mouth of camp for the whole night and guarded the Clan. When morning came he was already at the foot of the Tallstump, awaiting his orders for the day. Speckledpaw was the first to rise and greet the young warrior, for the two had recently become mates and were hardly separated for long. She fretted to him about simple things (how she was going to fail all of her upcoming assessments without him, how horribly she slept now that he wasn't around in the apprentices' den, etc.) and this went on for a few days. Nearly a moon passed since Aspen's warrior ceremony and each day, after performing his duties, he had rushed to help Speckledpaw with her training. As the she-cat neared the end of her apprenticeship Aspenfang began to notice that his mate spent a curious amount of time with NettleClan's medicine cat, Brightwater. When he brought it up to Speckledpaw she admitted that she felt soothed within the medicine den, like she was actually good at something. And slowly the two breached the idea of her becoming the medicine cat apprentice. It was a hard decision for them both, because they did love each other but they both wanted the best for the other. Aspenfang was adamant that she do what she felt was her calling, so she agreed that she would become Brightwater's apprentice. With a sorrowful heart Aspen told her goodbye, that they would always be friends and he would always be there for her if she needed him. This hurt Speckledpaw, for she had assumed he would stay on as her mate after she became medicine cat - even if it was against the Code. Being the loyal warrior that he was though, Aspenfang respectfully and painfully retreated from Speckledpaw's life. Four easy, yet sad moons passed for the Clan and new-leaf was on the horizon. One day while out hunting Aspen ran across Speckledpaw, now Speckledwing, and noticed her take off towards the small twolegplace that bordered the Clan's territory. He didn't immediately follow her, but he found her behavior curious because most of the best herbs were not found in that region. So he began to trail her about twenty minutes behind. He found that her scent had both a fresh and dull note to it in the foliage, which meant to him that she had traveled this route before. Many times before. And that was when he found her. Her beautiful cream fur was torn in clumps, and dirt and blood matted around her face and chest. The timid she-cat's throat had been savaged, torn to the brink of nearly being sliced clean open. She had bled out in the worn earth. In the midst of wailing his grief to the sky and world Aspenfang noticed that the stink of a strange cat was everywhere around this place. He decided to investigate. Following Speckledwing's old trail he came to a sheltered place near the border with another Clan and there he faced a tom named Troutstrike. After nearly coming to blows and a fierce interrogation, Aspen found out that the two had been seeing each other in secret for nearly two moons and that she had been on her way to see him when she had died. Now Aspenfang was hurt and furious. This warrior had not killed her, but he had seduced her away from her Clan and duties. So he promptly chased the male away and returned to the medicine cat to carry her back to the Clan. In the midst of the Clan's mourning Aspenfang at last felt something within him besides heartbreak and sadness. Cold anger began to fester in his chest, growing like a sore and spreading until he was quivering with a quiet rage. Silently he slunk from the camp with a dreadful plan set in his hardened thoughts and made his way to Speckledwing's dying ground. He paused there to scent the area, and in his vengeful state his dark glare trailed off in the direction of the tom Speckledwing had chosen for her ill-fated mate. Had the tom been nearby Aspenfang would more than likely have shredded him and left him for dead, so furious was he about what Speckledwing had done and what had happened. But the lucky tom was a good ways away, safely tucked in his warm nest and blissfully unaware of Aspenfang's dark journey. The NettleClan warrior sought out the rogue responsible for his departed love's death and when he found him he was merciless. Beaten into the grass the scrawny rogue had hardly a chance, and it was there that Aspenfang interrogated him. Why did he kill her? What were his reasons and why was he on Clan territory? The rogue shuddered, replying that Aspenfang could not claim so large of a land area when the patrols rarely ranged that far. So he felt it fair game for himself, and Speckledwing had tread in "his" domain. He grinned and admitted he didn't have to kill her, but he had gotten carried away and in the end left her slowly dying in the grass. Swiftly Aspenfang dolled out his justice, pinning the weaker male and tearing him apart slowly so that his blood spilled neatly into the grass. Soon the area reeked with fear scent and blood, and bits of fur and flesh were strewn everywhere. Aspenfang at last drew away with the same indifferent and cold expression. Without a word or pitying look he turned to let the tom die alone, in agony with the smell of his innards all around him. Triumphant the young warrior returned to the camp careful to clean off his fur beforehand but even so malicious glee was etched into every one of his features. He expected his Clanmates to be proud and joyful for this revenge, instead they cowered from him. They shrieked that he was a murderer, not a Clan cat. He did not belong with the Clan. He would endanger the kits. He was a danger to them all. These are the things his friends and family members screeched upon his return. He was a danger to them all! The pale warrior's gaze became frightened and baffled, and he furiously looked around for just one sympathetic glance. All that he was met with were wide and fearful eyes or hard and judging glares. Even Sandpelt was staring open-mouthed in horror. Hardly pausing to hear Fadedstar's official summons for a Clan meeting, Aspenfang fled the territory. His paws carried him far and fast, all of his battle stamina going into his flight. For almost six moons he lived as a rogue; dodging other loners and Clans alike. Fearful that the fools in NettleClan had spread their horror stories around. Shame and guilt constantly burned in the young tom. It wasn't long after that, a few days maybe, that he came upon a deep gully. Within it the scent of feral cats was strong and heady; Aspen had come upon the ThunderClan camp. He happily joined them at the request of Adderstar, and stayed with them many, many moons. For a time he even served as their deputy and made many friends among his new Clanmates. And then sickness tore through the Clan and without even looking back the huge warrior once again left them. He was sulky and morose, hardly eating and mostly just lying around while he wasted away. He had become a foul tempered and scrawny rogue, ready to snap at the first chance and ready to die. That is, until he met Rosestar. The fateful day they met had been a dreary one: wet and cold with little promise of food. The leader had stumbled upon Aspenfang on a trip to the moonpool, on one of the young cat's darker days. He had found little food and was just about to pounce on a scrawny sparrow when Rosestar startled it into the air. Aspen had been furious, until he saw the sleek strength of the she-cat and the air with which she held herself. Without little pause Rosestar had assessed the loner, seeing the worn but once toned muscles beneath his dull pelt. She had invited the tom to RiverClan, an offer which Aspenfang readily accepted. He'd spent a good many moons in RiverClan when he found a skinny loner roaming near the border that looked eerily familiar. He approached cautiously but warmly, and quickly the two became acquainted. Skyhaven, as she was called, was down on hard times; running from her Clan of birth and trying to make it on her own. Although his memories of her escaped him, her story reminded him so much of his own that he couldn't help but to sympathize. So the senior warrior offered her a place in RiverClan.
|Activity Skills|
Hunting: 5/10
Fighting: 9/10
Speaking: 6/10
Leading: 7/10
Swimming: 3/10
|General Skills|
Loyalty: 9/10
Speed: 5/10
Agility: 7/10
Strength: 8/10
Stamina: 7/10
Cunning: 5/10
|Wants|
Kits
Renown as the best fighter in the Clans
A second chance at love
A strong mate
To fight a fox or badger and win
|Fears|
Love
Huge storms
Badgers
Foxes
War
Ice
Public Speaking
|Likes|
Sunshine
The wind
RiverClan
Voles
Shrews
Rock-hopping
Goofing-off
Fighting
A good joke
Kits
Stories
Making friends
|Dislikes|
Hunting
Snow
Cold weather
Turtles
Rude cats
Depressed cats
Elders' smell
Other Clans
|Wants|
Kits
Renown as the best fighter in the Clans
A second chance at love
A strong mate
To fight a fox or badger and win
|Fears|
Love
Huge storms
Badgers
Foxes
War
Ice
Public Speaking
|Likes|
Sunshine
The wind
RiverClan
Voles
Shrews
Rock-hopping
Goofing-off
Fighting
A good joke
Kits
Stories
Making friends
|Dislikes|
Hunting
Snow
Cold weather
Turtles
Rude cats
Depressed cats
Elders' smell
Other Clans
|Relationships|
Love
Crush
Respect
Best Friend
Friend
Family
Like/Should Get To Know More
Neutral
Uncertain
Dislike
Hate
(Dead relations have strikethrough markings. Any music near a relation's name is a further representation of Aspen's feeling for said being. And Aspen's outlook on any relation can change daily, just as your thoughts on someone can change in a day.)
Rosestar - I'm glad I can trust you with my inner-most thoughts, I almost felt you were gonna whack me with your tail again. And I don't bear you any ill will with this whole Crowstar mess. I'll always have your back Rosestar, through the good times and bad.
Webheart - So you're Rosestar's puff-ball mate, eh? You seem like an upbeat guy, I like that.
Crowstar - Despite the fact that you're "chosen by StarClan" I can't believe you'd just leave your birth Clan like this. That type of relationship is sacred, and you just gave it away. Rosestar can sympathize all she wants, I've got a bone to pick with you.
Turtleheart - You were just following your mate, but even so at least he was "summoned by StarClan". You just ditched RiverClan to be with him. I don't think I'll forgive that from either of you.
Blackpaw - Great StarClan you're a fish-brain. Don't you know not to sass your superiors? Well, heh, you do now.
Minnowpaw - Sweet stars and skies above you are the talkin'-est thing I think I've ever met. Save for myself at a young age. You've certainly got spunk, kiddo. I'll do my best to make you a great warrior, but you don't need much of a push. You'll go far.
Webheart - So you're Rosestar's puff-ball mate, eh? You seem like an upbeat guy, I like that.
Crowstar - Despite the fact that you're "chosen by StarClan" I can't believe you'd just leave your birth Clan like this. That type of relationship is sacred, and you just gave it away. Rosestar can sympathize all she wants, I've got a bone to pick with you.
Turtleheart - You were just following your mate, but even so at least he was "summoned by StarClan". You just ditched RiverClan to be with him. I don't think I'll forgive that from either of you.
Blackpaw - Great StarClan you're a fish-brain. Don't you know not to sass your superiors? Well, heh, you do now.
Minnowpaw - Sweet stars and skies above you are the talkin'-est thing I think I've ever met. Save for myself at a young age. You've certainly got spunk, kiddo. I'll do my best to make you a great warrior, but you don't need much of a push. You'll go far.
Willowcloud - I'm not sure how to act around you anymore. I'm sorry if I hurt you, Willowcloud. I hope this cat, Whiterush, can give you what you're looking for. And I hope we can still be friends.
Mottleberry - You seem like a fun she-cat. And I think Quillfoot rather fancies you.
Quillfoot - You pad around like a moonstruck pigeon anytime Mottleberry comes around. Any cat would think Silverpelt itself shines out of her rear.
Brackenclaw - You're a decent enough guy. We should spar sometime, you'd be a fun partner. Except...stay away from Skyhaven. I...I don't really like that.
Smallbird - So you're Rosestar's sister? Hmm, you seem nice...and you're really pretty.
Skyhaven - Honestly I don't think I would be more confused if StarClan themselves hopped down from the sky and began mingling with twolegs. She-cat I just don't know how to be with you around. One day you're sad, the next mad, another quiet and the other happy as can be. What I really don't get is why I like it...
Mottleberry - You seem like a fun she-cat. And I think Quillfoot rather fancies you.
Quillfoot - You pad around like a moonstruck pigeon anytime Mottleberry comes around. Any cat would think Silverpelt itself shines out of her rear.
Brackenclaw - You're a decent enough guy. We should spar sometime, you'd be a fun partner. Except...stay away from Skyhaven. I...I don't really like that.
Smallbird - So you're Rosestar's sister? Hmm, you seem nice...and you're really pretty.
Skyhaven - Honestly I don't think I would be more confused if StarClan themselves hopped down from the sky and began mingling with twolegs. She-cat I just don't know how to be with you around. One day you're sad, the next mad, another quiet and the other happy as can be. What I really don't get is why I like it...
Smokeheart - I know too well the fear that your Clanmates will turn against you because of one mistake. Try not to be so afraid all the time, I've got your back. If you ever need help I'm here to give it.
Frozengaze - You're so uncaring all the time, geeze, cheer up ya grump or I'll make you! Better yet, I'll dump you in the river.
Willowfrost - You're small enough to be a kit but braver than a LionClan cat. So it's weird that I feel like I must protect you. Even though you say you don't like getting tangled up in emotions, I can't help but want to drag you into some.
Dawnflower - Sister, I've missed you so much. There's so much I have to tell you. I'm just so happy to see you...