.:Ashfall:.

---General---

Name: Ashfall
Past or future names: Ashkit, Ashpaw
----Prefix: Ash; The pattern across his pelt.
----suffix: Fall; The fact he always gets back up after falling. Plus how it looks like ash is falling on his pelt.
Clan: Stone
Gender: ♂
Age: 40+ moons
Rank: Senior Warrior
Breed: Bengal/Shorthair Mix
Mentor/apprentice: No apprentice yet.
Orientation: Pan-sexual

Bought anything?:
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---Skills and Senses ---

Out of 10:
Swimming: 4/10
Climbing: 10/10
Hunting: 8/10
Fighting: 10/10
Defense: 7/10
Stealth: 5/10
Herb knowledge: 3/10
Belief in starclan: 10/10

Sight: 10/10
Scent: 10/10
Hearing: 6/10
Taste: 8/10
Touch: 9/10

Strengths:
    Strong; Physicality wise, he's a beast. Very muscular.
    Intimidating; He's scary to outsiders. Scarier then he really is.
Weaknesses:
    Can't hear very well from right ear.
    Not the best at keeping quiet
Fears:
    Losing anyone else in his life.

---Appearance---

-- Fur Details --
Smooth (23%)
Fur length (25%)
Bristle (30%)
Dryness (15%)

Colour and patterns: Orangish Tans; Creams, Dark Gray and Black
Scars;
    Throat || This was a claw mark from an old friend of his, who told him he knew to much. So he tried to cut his vocal chords, but on scratch didn't do the job. It's a deep scar that won't heal.
    Thigh || A large, darkened scar from a claw on his right leg.

Disability;
    His Voice || When his throat was wounded, his voice was as well. Now his voice is hard for him to use, he has to strain it to get it to a common volume. It's low in tone, to make it seem louder. But even now, it hurts.

Build: Tall and Muscular
Scent:  Ash and Smoke

--Traits/personality--

(3 traits of each at least)

Positive:

Compassionate || He's very concerned with the well being of all of his clan mates!

Welcoming || He doesn't mind other clans, or rogues or their ideals. As long as they are respectful

Sincere || He doesn't lie

Neutral:

Blunt || Doesn't think before speaking

Stubborn || Doesn't give up, on anything

Mischievous || Likes to start pointless fights

Negitive:

Secretive || Keeps his past to himself, out of fear.

Grumpy || Hates being disturbed

Boring || He can sound like an old man sometimes

Likes: sleeping, eating, fighting,
Dislikes: dark forest, King, death

---Relationships---

Wary of
Fear
Terror

Friend
Good Friend
Best Friend
Unbreakable Bond
Love (platonic)

Pity
Friendly Competition
Frenemy
Rival

Unmet family member
Met family member
Well known family member

Former crush
Slight interest in
Crush

Respect
Acquaintance
 Wants to be friends with
 Admires/Role-model

Lust
Love Interest
Love (romantic)

Jealous
Discomfort
Angered by

Dislike
Brewing hate
Hate
Wants dead

Sister/brother
Mother/father
Mate
★ Considers family
Dead

Leafclan

"I'm unaqquanted with this clan."

{Name} | {User} | {Gender} | {Bullets} | {comment}

Dustclan

"I sneeze alot when I'm near cats from here. They're nice though."

{Name} | {User} | {Gender} | {Bullets} | {comment}

Rainclan

"I don't like the rain."

{Name} | {User} | {Gender} | {Bullets} | {comment}

Stoneclan

"My Home. Naturally, they all worry me, but they are my family."

Deadeyes || Mine || ♂ || ★  || "I've known you since you were a kit, and you haven't changed, but in a way, you have."

Bluemoon || MINE || ♀ || ★ ||  "You have your grandmother's eyes."

Russetthorn || mine || ♂ ||     ★ || "You didn't deserve to die the way you did."

Rogues/Loners

"I'm not forgiving what you did."

Bitterstare Kingsley || MINE || ♂ ||         || "You're a monster!"

-- Heritage ---

Bloodline: Stoneclan
Mother: Fallenbreeze
Father: Darkcloud
Siblings: ---
(Below are optional)
Grandparents:
Step - Family:

-- Romantic Information --

Sexuality: Pan-sexual
Crush: ---
- Previous crushes:
Mate:
- Ex mate:
Kits:
Turn ons:
+Soft fur
+Calming Voices
+ Colored fur

Turn offs:
- Decayed teeth
- Obnoxious voices
- Greedy cats

-- History --

Kithood:

Ashkit sighed as he paced about in circles out of sheer boredom. He had no siblings, and no one to play with, and his mother was really tired. Which had practically torn out all of his options to berid himself of this boredom.

Then, a kit whom he only knew by name bounded up from behind him, and another following.

"You okay?" Asked Russetkit. Now this kit, as far as Ashkit knew was a born leader. Unlike his brother, 'bitter-kit' who was more of an outsider.

Nightkit, the she-kit standing beside him was smiling. "You seem sad, Ashkit."

"I'm fine, it's not that I'm sad, I'm just...bored." He stated with a shrug. He got along well with Nightkit and Russetkit. He never really got a chance to know Bitterkit, since he always kept his distance from the rest.

"Oh, Well you can come hang with us!" Russetkit purred. Nightkit nodded in approval.

Apprenticehood:

Ashpaw winced at the pain from his cut. The wound wasn't desperately deep, but it could have been far worse if he hadn't gotten his tail end saved by Russetpaw, again. It seemed that tom was always looking out for him, which was what best friends did! However, as time passed on, Ashpaw lost count of how many times that Russetpaw had rescued him from his own reckless behavior. He owed that cat his life at that point, and it made him feel ashamed.

A warrior should never need THAT much help. He should be able to handle a badger on his own! Not fall apart so easily and get pinned by one! He wanted so badly to be angry, but Ashpaw knew that was unfair to his savior. Russetpaw was just doing his best to make sure no one got hurt anymore then they needed too. Despit the tom's childish demeanor, he was very mature, and moral. He knew right from wrong, and was confident in his beliefs. Ashpaw envied that so much.

Ear twitching, Ashpaw picked up the pitter patter of paw pads bounding ever closer by the second.  Those pawsteps spoke loud and clear.

"Hey! I brought ya a mouse! Be sure to eat!" Called Russetpaw.

Speak of the devil.

"You're gonna be able to get out soon ya know? I can't wait. We'll have to go hunting together again right away!" He exclaimed, beaming ever so brightly.

"Yeah. We will."

"It's a promise then!"

With the glint of purely white teeth, a promise had been made, and all of Ashpaw's frustration, faded long behind him.

Warrior:

Ashfall's eyes widened at the news.

"You mean, she isn't sure, which one of you...is the....fa-"

"Yeah..." Russetthorn responded. "Bitterstare is gonna kill me when he finds out, but, I think I'm not gonna let her tell him." He shook his head solemnly.

"What? Why? Isn't that unfair to you?" Ashfall countered, confused.

Russetthorn sighed. "Maybe, but, I have everything. I'm deputy now, and I've got plenty filling my life, Bitter has always been...well, bitter." He shrugged. "If he knew, that I had loved her first, I'm not sure how he'd take it. It had long been decided that he and Nightflower would be mates, but I just....couldn't help it. And neither good she. We kept it secret, thinking it would never matter. But after a few moons went by and she discovered she was expecting, she figured she had to tell me."

Ashfall wasn't sure what to think. He was aware that Nightflower had always found comfort in his best friend when times got hard. Bitterstare had often been rather abusive toward her, so who could blame her? Ashfall didn't resent her for her actions. After all, a relationship like hers and Bitterstares, was not a happy one. But he assumed, she didn't have the heart to tell Bitterstare the truth.

"You'll keep this between us, right?" Russetthorn requested after a long silence.

"Yeah, Of course." Ashfall responded, offering a comforting smile.

"Of course."

Other: (deputy, leader, med cat)

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art and character (c) MadDucky76105
app (c) Mythic-Flame