Nicknames: Ashy, Stubs, Deerbutt, Fluffybutt (All four get on his nerves)
Age: 23 moons (23 months)
Gender: Tom (Male)
Breed: Domestic longhair(Mix/'Moggy'/’Mutt’)?% Maine coon / ?% Manx / ?% Turkish Angora / ?% Unknown BreedsRegion: Traveler
Appearance: Ash is mostly white with a patch chocolate brown his back with thin darker stripes trickling down. He has long ears, with lighter brown fur tips. His legs are long and good for running, which sometimes makes up for his lack of muscle mass. He is not very big in width, and is just barely taller than the average tom. His fur is long, feathery and coarse, lacking smoothness and any sort of soft touch. His tail is light brown, short and fluffy, and tipped with white like a deer's(resulting in three of the four nicknames he has).
Scent: Ash's favorite place to be is under an apple tree. He's been hanging around apples for so long that the soft scent of apples stick to his fur no matter where he goes.
Statistics: - Strength || - Average || - WeaknessBattle StatisticsStrength ➟ 3/10Natural Senses:
Speed ➟ 10/10
Attack ➟ 2/10
Tactics ➟ 7/10
Endurance ➟ 5/10Seeing ➟ 7/10Other Stats & Skills:
Hearing ➟ 10/10
Feeling/Touch ➟ 8/10
Smelling ➟ 5/10
Tasting ➟ 4/10Swimming ➟ 5/10
Fishing Tactics ➟ 6/10
Kitting Knowledge ➟ 1/10
Herb Knowledge ➟ 5/10
Tree Climbing ➟ 10/10
Night Vision ➟ 5/10
Orientation: Straight || Likes females
Preference(s): Doesn't Know
Looking For: Doesn't Know
Hot List: Sexual || Non-sexual || Relationship is no-longer || Regret:bullet: Name || Region || (Non?)MenderActivity: Virgin
Every she-cat in the valley. Watch out girls, he's snatchin yo people up.
[Charismatic || Coward || Narcissist || Clever || Immature]Positive || Negative || Neutral"You're a dog with a bark but no bite!"
Ash is a very talkative cat, and always has something to say. This is one thing that frequently causing problems for him, since it tends to annoy the cat he's talking up a storm to. He gets fidgety during awkward moments when he doesn't know what to talk about though, making them even more awkward.
What a coward! He may talk a good talk, but he cannot walk the walk. Ash was born with weak muscles and never tried refining them(and never plans on it either), producing a scaredy-cat running away from his problems. He recognizes that he was rued with a bad gene and flees at the best possible time when he realizes a fight is about to start. He frequently gets into arguments though, creating several enemies.
Watch out ladies, hot stuff coming through! Or not. Mostly not. How full of himself Ash is! There's no good that comes from this personality trait. He believes he is the best looking, most attractive tom, with no flaws (that he will admit at least), who is always right. Of course it must be true if mommy and daddy said so? This trait often leads him to hitting on 'dem she-cats' before being possibly slapped upside the head and being tossed away.
The occasion may not be very often, but when Ash pays attention, he is brilliant. The tom knows this, and because of it, gets in trouble. He thinks he can get away with nearly everything because he is smart and so, leads him to do un-smart things like stealing(among other things). This trait does help him get out of problems though!
Ash is highly immature. Do to how he grew up, he thinks he's always right, "it's always the right time to fool around," and has no clue how to do mature things like *cough* reproducing. Because he is charismatic, he flirts a lot, but when it really gets to that time when(if, really) the female wants to have sex, he just cannot seem to get to it. Usually he'll bring up excuses, other things to do, or just run away. This trait does help his friends stay happy though, and gives him a nice sense on how to make close friends feel better with little to no effort (example: tossing around a moss ball, cracking jokes, etc).
[Parents & Grandparents]Relationships
-Cousin (Male**): Cider
-Cousin (Female): Apple
|| Likes (Non-sexually)
|| Close Friend
|| Best Friend
Cider || Traveler || Mender
| Undetermined "Unknown thoughts."
Name || Region || Rank
:bullet: Feeling "Thoughts."
(Taken from an RP of Flarestalker and Tigersun with ~meap646)
Walking through the forest, an orange and white kit swollen belly swayed as Flarestalker, a ShadowClan queen, took each step. She had decided to go for a walk, and with much bartering with Raggedstorm, she had finally escaped the grasps of her mate and the rest of the clan. Even though she was so close to having her kits, she was still rebellious. Nothing could keep her from doing what she truly wanted to do, not even the state that she was in at the time being.
Picking her way through the forest, she stopped. What was that smell? It was familiar but... What is that? As the scent got stronger as she walked on through the pine forest, a golden flash passed her peripheral vision, and she felt a growl starting to rise in her throat. If that yellow pelt was who she thought it was, she didn't know what she would do. Oh she hated that tom. Thinking on their last encounter, she was much thinner back then and could actually move, and even then she couldn't beat him of. Tigersun, she thought. That wretched tom. I'll rip his balls off if he won't leave.
Letting out a hiss to get the trespasser's attention, she made no movements and waited for Tigersun to emerge out of his hiding place.
Ash isn't a tortie is he? I've decided to make him similar to his cousin. (Not overly similar, just the idea from his design). I mean like you have three colors besides white. I just wan't to make sure i'm not making the same mistakes ; m ;