What’s the name of this brave tom;;
Aspenwing.
At a dashing age of;;
15 moons, barely more than a new warrior.
Family, my dear;;
He is not one for a family, nor has he ever had a true love. He never had a family himself, leaving him a little lost in the aspect.
What does he do, with all that time;;
He can usually be found hunting near the lake, fish being an important part of his diet. He once heard that a fish day could keep the tangled fur away, but that never quite worked out for the poor tom. However much time he spends in the forest is usually dwarfed by how much he spends around water. His name may be Aspen, but he never could run through the forest without running into a tree. He spends some of his time in the forest, usually catching shrews or doing whatever task he’s given. When he is not out and about, he can usually be found lounging in camp waiting for his next duty or for an opportunity to get to know his clanmates better.
How does this one move with so many colors;;
His ginger-striped coat, flecked with whites and lighter titian shades. He is wiry and thin himself, but his coat is entirely different. It makes him look unbelievably fluffy and matted. A hunter’s physique, ruined by a protective winter coat.
He carries several scars, but some are more memorable: One rims his cheekbone, from when his mother clawed him as a babe. Another stretches down from the bottom of his hindleg to the top of his back, when he first tried to climb a tree and fell down, down, down into a bramble bush. His favorite scar crosses his entire stomach, when he fought for the first time with a loner on the border. It almost got him killed, but it was worth all the while.
Foe, Fiend, Friend, or Follower;;
Aspenwing has a gentle heart and a trusting nature, but he is not one to talk much. He never was and never will be. It may take a bit to get through his shell, but his core is enough to make up for the whole experience. While, he can be accusatory and absolutely insane when he feels like he needs to prove a point, he will admit that he was wrong in the end. In all, he’s a shy guy confident in his abilities and fierce about the ones he loves. He can be too overprotective and overbearing when he thinks he knows something or thinks he is right, though.
A story still being told;;
Aspenwing was born to a small calico she named Leafshade and a large orange tabby named Sunpelt. Aspenwing was one of four, born in a large tree due to an almost fatal and stupid excursion that his mother made. She was never the brightest cat. Some might have called her a bit ‘touched in the head.’ His father had loved her all the more, though. That’s truly where he must have gotten his nurturing yet sometimes smothering nature. Aspen’s other siblings died shortly after birth by various causes. He’ll always remember their names, regardless of if they are there or not; Pinekit, Maplekit, and Birchkit.
Even though it might sound awful, he does not regret that they died. He does not miss them. He never knew them. He just knew he got more attention. Sunpelt drowned because of a strong current he swam into when Aspenwing was about five moons. By then, the kits had passed away. Leafshade was already mad with grief. She was declared unstable to raise a kit after she swatted poor Aspenwing with her claws unsheathed. He still carries his scar proud.
After he was given to another queen, a warm black she-cat named Crowdrop, he balanced out. He pretty much grew up the same as any cat after that. Nothing really changed except for his feeling of family. It’s never been a comfortable thought, but that’s alright with him. A young tom like him never would think about a mate, or about a family, right?