Ashstorm

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Name: Ashstorm
Clan: Windclan
Age: 26 moons
Gender: Female
Position: Warrior
Short Description: Smokey grey she-cat with black paws bright blue eyes.
Description:

Ashstorm is a female. She has a smokey grey body with a sleek but strong build. Her legs are strong but slim and her paws are black, hence her name. Her eyes are bright blue, the color of the sky. Her tail is long with a black tip. She has a rather sleek coat in the summer but during the winter she gets fluffy and her coat is very thick.

Attitude:

Ashstorm is rather friendly to all. She tends to start fights but always ends up the peace maker. When she's around familiar cats she is the nicest person you can be around. However, when it comes to intruders, she can be diplomatic or violent, depending on the intruders attitdue towards her. She loves apprentices, and is very patient and loving.

History:

Ashstorm's parents were loners. Her father never stuck around to see them. Her mother died when she was 4 moons. She had two siblings but they died during the winter, starved and frostbitten.

RP Example:

Gaelica was still a little unfocused when she felt a bump. She squealed and looked at her side. 'It kicked me!' she thought indignatly. She snorted and went back to grazing, glancing around boredly occasionally. She heard something, and her ears pricked in the direction of the sound. She smelled the air but could pick up no scent. 'd**n this wind,' she thought vehmently. She took a couple of steps in the direction of the sound and stomped, looking at the spot where the sound had come from. Lying in the grass was a rather large snake. She snorted and pawed at the ground, backing up a few steps when it hissed at her and lunged, missing her leg by inches. She backed up again and a stray thought went through her head. 'It's winter! Shouldn't snakes be hibernating or whatever they do?' When it lunged at her again she grabbed it with her teeth and tossing her head, threw it into the woods, watching it smack into a tree. She looked at the sky, the heavy darkened clouds and snorted. Her eyes widened as something fell from them and landed on her nose. She stuck her tongue out and squealed again when something landed on it. It was snowing and she was surprised. She had lived in a snowless area for years and years of her life. She had never seen snow before. It was new to her. She started grazing again, The snow sticking to her coat. She moved about, thinking of how cumbersome it made her feel to be so fat. She was brooding, thinking about whether or not her foal would be a colt or a filly. She would be optimistic, hoping for a colt but if she didn't have one, she could always try again. She kept thinking when she moved under a tree and some accumulated snow fell onto her back with a big plop. She squealed and bolted, bucking and snorting from the tree. When she stopped and looked back there was no predator behind her and looked at her back only to find a huge glob of snow. She giggled, but she had a hard time breathing. The foal had kicked again and running had only tired her out. 'I could run like that and never have been tired if I wasn't so fat.' she thought before brightening a bit. She went back to grazing, staying out of the way of any trees.

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