A S H E N S K Y
NAME- Ashensky
GENDER- Male
AGE- 28 moons (2 years and four months)
RANK- Warrior
RANK WANTED- Deputy
FAMILY- His brother, Moongaze.
CRUSH/ MATE- None yet!
PERSONALITY- This smaller tom is incredibly optimistic, even when times are awful and when no cat can bear to smile, he's always there to lend a helping paw and cheer up anyone! He's a good listener, and learns things quickly, and can always be counted on to be rational, fair, sweet, open, kind-hearted, and pure!
BEST SKILLS- Ashensky, due to his skinny, more slender size, is a masterful hunter and stalker and tracker. He's basically a strong-willed, energetic tomcat that loves to run and hunt and play! Though he's one of the best hunters in Ravenclan, Ashensky isn't the best at fighting. He rather prefers to use his words and positivity to get out of trouble and stop fights, but when he is assaulted, you sure can bet he'll need some help! Ashensky isn't a coward; he love providing for his clan and defending it, but he has a more rational way of viewing things, is all.
APPEARANCE- Ashensky is rather slender and wiry in physique. He has wide, yellow eyes and a charcoal, dark gray, thin pelt. His tail is almost as long as the length of his entire body, and his claws and long and usually unsheathed.
RP EXAMPLE-
Ashensky slid through the slightly yellow-tinted vegetation around him without a sound. He comforted himself in knowing that these were his woods, and that this was his hunt. His taut, wiry shoulders rippled under his thin dark gray pelt, and he enjoyed the sunshine that dappled his back as he prowled. But now was no time to bask in the sun. Hungry cats awaited back at camp, and he was, Starclan being his witness, going to provide well for them! The tomcat kept right along stalking, silently swerving around trees and soaring over tricky bramble patches. Then his nose began to twitch, and he caught the scent of a raven on the crisp morning air. He stopped, lowered his tail, and pressed himself to the ground as he narrowed in on the oblivious bird. When the bird began to squawk and stir up a ruckus, Ashensky darted forward and killed it with a decisive, clean bite to the throat.
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