INFORMATION
Age: 29 Moons Gender: She-cat Rank: Warrior Fur: Short Hair Colour: Grey tabby with high white Eyes: Field Green |
SKILLS
✔ High top speed ✔ Lots of stamina ✔ Strong climber ✘ Weak fighter ✘ Poor navigation skills ✘ Weak large prey hunter |
PERSONALITY
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STORY
"Ashstar?" The young voice cut through the night's silence, frightening the leader from his thoughts.
"Yes, Cedarpaw?" Came the response, calm and collected despite the young one's blatant disregard for bedtime.
"Where is my mama? Or my papa? The other kits have theirs, why don't I?"
The leader drew in a deep breath, raising his eyes to the stars. He knew the kit would eventually ask this question, and, through damp eyes, he seemed to search for them among the heavens, hoping that they would aid this answer.
Cedarash had never known his parents. Both died in ways that hurt their clan to no end, the father shortly before birth, and the mother shortly after. The single, light-pelted kit was the only survivor of the small family, and the leader of the clan vowed to care for him, to honour his close friends.
Ashstar took the kit as apprentice as soon as he could, and, despite the fact that nothing could ever fill that void of missing his family, the leader was the light in his world, his mentor, his protector, and his confidante.
Shortly before Cedarpaw was to be sworn in to warriorhood, Ashstar was struck by something fast, hard and unforgiving. The mysterious illness took him, but not fast enough to deny his apprentice of his ceremony.
With emotion in his heart, and heartbreak lacing each word, Cedarpaw became Cedarash, adopting the prefix of his mentor as the suffix of his name.
Now, in his young adult life, Cedarash has vowed to keep the lessons that Ashstar granted him at the forefront of his mind, and he makes every decision in his life based on whether it would make Ashstar proud.
And, if you listen closely to the breeze, Starclan will tell you that he is.
"Ashstar?" The young voice cut through the night's silence, frightening the leader from his thoughts.
"Yes, Cedarpaw?" Came the response, calm and collected despite the young one's blatant disregard for bedtime.
"Where is my mama? Or my papa? The other kits have theirs, why don't I?"
The leader drew in a deep breath, raising his eyes to the stars. He knew the kit would eventually ask this question, and, through damp eyes, he seemed to search for them among the heavens, hoping that they would aid this answer.
Cedarash had never known his parents. Both died in ways that hurt their clan to no end, the father shortly before birth, and the mother shortly after. The single, light-pelted kit was the only survivor of the small family, and the leader of the clan vowed to care for him, to honour his close friends.
Ashstar took the kit as apprentice as soon as he could, and, despite the fact that nothing could ever fill that void of missing his family, the leader was the light in his world, his mentor, his protector, and his confidante.
Shortly before Cedarpaw was to be sworn in to warriorhood, Ashstar was struck by something fast, hard and unforgiving. The mysterious illness took him, but not fast enough to deny his apprentice of his ceremony.
With emotion in his heart, and heartbreak lacing each word, Cedarpaw became Cedarash, adopting the prefix of his mentor as the suffix of his name.
Now, in his young adult life, Cedarash has vowed to keep the lessons that Ashstar granted him at the forefront of his mind, and he makes every decision in his life based on whether it would make Ashstar proud.
And, if you listen closely to the breeze, Starclan will tell you that he is.