Ashflare- ThunderClan

[I*C*E*Y]

THE BIO FORM OF:



ASHFLARE

Owned By: I*C*E*Y

Name: Ashflare

Age: 36 moons

Gender: tom

Clan: ThunderClan

Ranking: warrior

Description: Picture yourself standing on the edge of a volcano, looking down into the fiery furnace. As you look up, you can feel the heat roasting your skin to a crisp, the smell of smoke heavily overwhelming air with every breath you take. The sky is clouded with dust, dirt, and debris, forming a dark, dark, cumulonimbus shape. Thunder rumbles in this cloud, and a flash of lightning sparks the dark sky as the storm passes on.

Imagine all those dark colors in one cat.

Ashflare's soot gray pelt, already darker than dark, is covered with black speckles all across his flank and chest. A few even dot his solely pink nose. His long, skillfully crafted legs seem to have been a gift from StarClan themselves; his wide toes stretching out in the water to fight the monstruous current. The long hairs that are woven into his skin are carefully groomed, although to many humans, he would have the look of a raccoon. His tail, ringed around several times with black, is fluffed up enough to knock any cat out within just a few lashes.

His face, so handsome, is often bitter; he does not like to be gawked over. With ears that seem to be perfectly angled, senses as sharp as tack, and dark amber eyes that glitter in the sunlight, he looks like a God of StarClan.

But he doesn't wish to believe so.

Personality:

Crabass, (Crabby asshole), sadistic, lonely

Many will tell you, no one really knows the truth about this mysterious ThunderClan warrior. Supposedly, he was born to the influential leader, Sunstar, and his mate, Rosewing, who hadn't announced her pregnancy to anyone in the clan beforehand. It is also believed he is Tigerstar's son himself. But the real rumor circling around is the fact that he may be a kittypet.

Known to many as bitter, somewhat harsh, and very sadistic, it is rare that a day would go by without a sarcastic comment on the luxuries of household pets, also known as kittypets. His undignified view on life has often gotten him in trouble; as he has no filter whatsoever, and just blurts out whatever is on his mind. Loyalty is crucial to his existance; life would not go on without protection of his leader and of his clan. There is no doubt in his mind that he would risk his life to save another. Whether it be from another clan, his mind isn't made up in that regard. Protectiveness over anyone is important to him, and brutal honesty is netter than any little white lie.

He is ultimately broken, lost in the world of reality and fantasy.

History: The real truth to his birth came out from an elderly, retired medicine cat in ThunderClan. Ashflare had been born to a beautiful young she-cat and her mate, three days before a scorching fire that led to the terrible destruction of the old ThunderClan camp. When they first arrived back away from their shelter, Ashkit (still nameless then) came crashing in, tripped over a fallen branch, and landed face-first in a pile of what appeared to be tree ash. Hence, his name. As he grew older, life got more and more fun. He spent most of his time playing around with the other kits. In that aspect, he had a glorious kithood.

However, his father, Redwing, was a (future) traitor to their clan, and since Ashflare was his only kit, he decided to train him at a mere four moons. Sadly, like Brokenstar, his father trained him too hard, pushing poor Ashkit out of his comfort zone and into a new era of battle. The once-adventurous Ashflare turned, ran, and hid in his own personal shadow. His best friend, Silvermist, stood up with him to his father one night at a Gathering in front of everyone and his mother chased him away with the rest of ThunderClan. Ashflare has been in his own shield since the day after his father left. No one, even Silvermist, has ever brought him back home.

Other: Nada.

[soulreaperneko]

[[Accepted]] It appears my current position prevents me from actually moving this to the accepted board though...