Aspenpaw

This page is about Aspenpaw, a roleplay character created by Sierra of the Stars.

"And Aspenpaw never lied."

-- Fallowpaw about Aspenpaw on NightClan Roleplay, p.1

Physical Description
Aspenpaw is a short, muscular she-cat with broad shoulders and soft tawny fur streaked with fawn-brown, russet, and auburn. Her eyes are a warm amber, and she has tall, foxlike ears and a well-shaped face disfigured by a thin white scar running jaggedly from cheekbone to jaw.

Age: 12 moons (1 year)

Status: Apprentice of NightClan; One moon away from her warrior ceremony

Personality & History
On the surface, Aspenpaw is a cordial but reserved young she-cat; a bit stiff sometimes in her politeness, but cheery and hospitable. Despite her outward façade, Aspenpaw is fickle and distrustful. She would not hesitate to stab even her dearest "friends" in the backs, never forgets her grudges regardless of what she may say, and is inclined toward subtle vengeance.

Aspenpaw is a born fighter. She's quick, fearless, and surprisingly strong in battle, and she knows her advantages and disadvantages well. She is also, obviously, a talented actress to keep up her constant charade for nine solid moons. Aspenpaw's hunting skills leave much to be desired. Despite her heightened senses and quick reflexes during combat, while pursuing prey her hearing and smell seem muffled by cobwebs. She couldn't detect a mouse if it sat on her paws, and her stocky build and confident pawsteps don't do much for stalking techniques. Her complete apathy and buried anger could also be potential mental weaknesses.

Above all, Aspenpaw is a survivor. As long as her chances are better with the Clan than on her own, she will remain more or less loyal, but the moment the wind shifts and she would be more likely to survive in the Tribe or as a loner, she will desert.

She is not evil, but rather pliable to the whims of evil cats. Because of this, she will make an easy tool in the plots of the Clan's more ambitious and morally skewed warriors.

As a kit, Aspenpaw was known only for being her brother's shadow. She trotted obediently after Rowankit like she was part of his own tail, mirrored his moods and actions, and loved him more dearly than any cat in the Clan. He forgave her selfishness and her flaws, defended her. Everything was perfect. When he was killed during a Tribe raid of the NightClan camp, the same battle that gave her the scar, she drew into herself, pretending resilience, and something snapped inside her. She's never been quite the same since.