-- And as {Ash} falls from the sky. {Riverclan}

[★ Siri]

Name: Ashcloud
Age: 25 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: RiverClan
Status: Alive
Rank: Warrior
Short Description: A long-furred blue bicolor tom with amber eyes.
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Appearance Description:

Quite the unusual tom, Ashcloud is. He was born a ruddy pale grey, explaining his name. But as he grew, his fur developed into what could be called a midnight blue colour. Bright amber eyes are filled with a mixture of greens, browns and warm creams. His name was in consideration for being changed, but they never thought of anything. Due to his sister's similar grey fur, and his parent's apparent lack of creativity, both siblings names were Ashkit. Slender white paws are set off by a slender build. Due to his still-soft hair, one might think that he was still but a kitten. However, his mother had the same fur, and he inherited this.

Personality Description:

Ashcloud rarely speaks. At all. He is very harsh in tone, even when he doesn't mean it. An excellent warrior, he has a very tactical mind, and often thinks of several scenarios before launching himself into battle. He prefers to strike quickly and quietly, fancying himself in a god position. Ashcloud is a bit of a loner, as well. He spends most of his time either hunting profusely, or thinking. He does not socialize, he does not laugh, he does not have fun. As well as being anti-social, Ashcloud angers very easily, and has little patience for apprentices and kits.

History:

As a kit, he had a very torn life. Born to two Thunderclan parents, he had always felt that his mother cared more about his sibling than he, and stricken with grief, he withdrew from his mother. Being closer to his father, he became to enjoy the company of males better. Most of his time was spent with his sister, also Ashkit, his father, and another queen, who had a litter several days before that took pity on him and took him under her wing. Ashcloud can recall an instance where he and his sibling wandered outside of camp for exploration purposes. Losing track of time, they had stayed out for a period of time. Not realizing the possible danger, the two kits played until they scented a strange smell. Not understanding that this was fox, they remained ignorant until their father appeared, battling the fox. The kits ran back to the camp, notifying the leader and mother of the situation. Upon returning, Cloudtail was assumed dead.

Several moons after his fathers passing, Ashcloud had retreated further into himself, only barely letting his sibling and Moonheart in. Wandering, he had scented a stranger on the cliff he was on. Seeking her out, they battled. He had dropped off the side of the cliff and was only barely hanging on. He cried out when the she-cat had latched her claws in his head, trying to make him let go. Scenting his sister, he decided to drop. He wouldn't make it with the wounds that the she-cat had inflicted. He wouldn't cause his sister any more pain than he had to. Seeing him suffer and die in the medicine cats cave would be too harsh. She wouldn't need his support any longer, she had Pinepaw. He held on longer, if only to say goodbye. When he saw her head appear over the ravine, he tried to say goodbye with his eyes, and dropped. Feeling the water close in over his head, he closed his eyes and felt at peace.

He had been knocked unconscious by the impact, and didn't feel his beloved adopted mother, Moonheart, drag him out of the shallows. He never felt her pumping the water out of his lungs with vigor. He also didn't feel her lick his wounds and rub mixed herbs into his wounds. She had started training for medicine cat, but decided that the need for a warrior was much greater. He was never able to feel her warm body, huddled around him, her love lost to his darkened mind. What he did feel, however, was being jabbed violently by stranger cats. Awakening, he realized that he was far away from home. In confusion, he asked the cats mindlessly where he was, not remembering his past or his present.

Taking pity on him, Riverclan accepted him into their family. Teaching him how to fish, how to swim, and how to be a proper Riverclan cat. He never regained his memory, save for small flashes of memory, a small kit that looked almost exactly like him.

As soon as he was integrated into Riverclan, he soon began to learn their ways. He saw how they hunted, and became fascinated with the way they caught fish. He came to love their habits, and decided to stay. However, he tended to avoid kits and the queen's den. Unknown to him, strange painful memories of another kit and queen invaded his mind and hindered him. He separated himself from apprentices, and generally declined mentorship offers. He thought of himself as stronger for doing so, even though by avoiding his internal issue, he was only making it worse.

Parents:

Angelfur: Biological mother.
Cloudheart: Biological father
Moonheart: Adopted mother, tabby calico with white paws. Very slender build.

Siblings:

Ashflower: Biological sister
Rainpaw: {The lost sibling} What became of Moonheart's kits is unknown.
Dawnpaw: {The lost sibling} What became of Moonheart's kits is unknown.

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Offspring:

Other Significant Cats:

Russetcloud: Ashcloud's first love, who ended up lying to him. She had another tom's kits, even after she professed her love for him. This also contributes to his hate of queens and kits. [:

Other:

I shall add pictures later. When I have time to manipulate something.

[CheshireCat]

I love the history! Very detailed and interesting!