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❝ Why is she taking the feathers? She's ruining the bird! ❞

ASTERPAW

PAST NAMES: Asterkit. AGE: 15 moons. CLAN: TreeClan. RANK: Apprentice. GENDER: ♂ Male. SEXUALITY: Unknown. FAMILY TREE: Here. FACECLAIM GALLERY: Here.

DETAILED INFORMATION [attr="class","box1"]APPEARANCE Summary » A small, lanky white tom with striking blue eyes. Deaf. The first thing that most cats notice about Asterpaw are his large, tufted ears. They sit erect on his head, still as stone, never so much as a flicker unless some outside force such as a breeze or a paw touches them. The small tufts at the apex of his ears give him a regal, handsome look, but despite their beauty Asterpaw's ears are entirely useless, for he was born deaf. The tom has a long muzzle and an angular facial structure, which looks more awkward and strange as a kit. As he grows, it will give him a powerful, royal appearance. His large muzzle ends with a small pink nose, with wiry whiskers extending out from above his mouth. Though his build is rather awkwardly thrown together now, Asterpaw will grow into his lanky body. At first, he will be rather clumsy in manoeuvring his way around camp on his clunky paws, but as he grows he will become an elegant and graceful tom. He is rather small, even as a kit, but will grow into a tall, lean-muscled tom with time. He has long, gangly limbs, which attribute to his clumsiness. There are times when he looks almost like a little white spider sauntering about camp. His fur is medium-length and smooth, standing out in tufts of spikes on his head, limbs and rump. His pelt is pure white, with no blemishes or unique markings. His eyes are wide, round and haunting. They are very alert, darting around him to take in his surroundings. Their irises are a shocking shade of blue, mesmerising in their iridescence. Asterpaw relies heavily on his other senses, mainly sight, touch and smell. He keeps his paws firmly on the ground, the vibrations in the earth are mainly what alert him to the presence of something he cannot see. He can be seen to open his mouth to taste the air more often than other cats naturally would, and is highly sensitive to the scents around him. As a result, he is easily displeased by any unwanted aroma, and tends to avoid the medicine den due to his dislike of the pungent smell of herbs. PERSONALITY Asterpaw is entirely willing to work as a team with other cats, so long as he understands what it is they want him to do. He is unlikely to resist going along with something purely for the sake of his own pride and always puts his own ego aside for the sake of moving forward. This is a trait that will really help him when he begins his training, as he will have to work much harder than most apprentices upon beginning his training. For now, he is oblivious that there is anything that makes him different than his littermates. There are times when his mother asks him to do or to stop doing something and he is not looking at her, therefore does not realise that she wants his attention. This gives the impression that he is a naughty kit, unwilling to listen to the wishes of other cats. This is not true, however, and he would definitely fall under the definition of "well-behaved" if he could hear when instructions are given. Asterpaw is very positive and never lets anything bring him down. If he gets knocked down, he'll hop right back up again and no matter how many times he fails, he's still willing to try again. This can be seen in his playtime with his littermates, who he insists on playing with regardless of how many times his larger siblings beat him at his own game. Asterpaw has a need to be the best at anything and everything. His desire to prove himself stem from his small stature and the special attention he receives from his mother. He feels indignant any time she scoops him up and wants nothing more than to prove how he is every bit the equal of his littermates. This competitive nature pours into every aspect of his life, from playtime to who can run to the fresh-kill pile first. Despite wanting to be the best, he's a good sport when he fails and isn't prone to sulking. Asterpaw can only really see things his way. Though he is willing to compromise, he just can't understand alternate points of view and there are times when he does his own thing even if every other cat disagrees with him. This works out very well if yours and his views fall into line, but if they differ he can be a bit frustrating to convince otherwise. He also can't see much beyond his narrow point of view and isn't very good at coming up with alternative ideas. Asterpaw is not one to approach other cats, and he mostly prefers to keep to himself. It is difficult to build a relationship with him beyond being kin, and he is very unwilling to push for friendship. Asterpaw can seem distant and aloof, but his dislike of interacting with new cats mostly stems from how difficult it is for him to understand what it is they are saying to him and his struggles to express his own thoughts clearly. RELATIONSHIPS Father ▸ Skyfall [bio] Mother ▸ Appleshade [bio] Brother ▸ Birchfrost [bio] Sister ▸ Snowpaw [bio] Aunt(s) ▸ Swandive [bio], Lichenfrost Uncle(s) ▸ Sprucefur [bio], Whiteclaw [bio] Half-uncle ▸ Lionstar [bio] Grandfather(s) ▸ Sandfur [bio], Blackwing [bio] Grandmother(s) ▸ Camillia, Cloudpool [bio] Mentor ▸ Foxfur [bio] Friend ▸ Glacierspring [bio] HISTORY Asterkit was the last born kit in a litter of three to Skyfall and Appleshade of TreeClan. He was born into the world as blind and deaf as his siblings, but as time went on his hearing never developed. Not knowing his littermates possessed a sense he would never experience, Asterkit grew up as energetic as any of his littermates, if a little bewildered when other cats are confused by his strange behaviour. His mother always attempted to brush off his bewildering inattentiveness to him just being a unique little tom. But Falconstorm soon discovered that Asterkit was, in fact, born without the ability to hear. Lionstar rushed in to attempt to accommodate Asterkit's path to becoming a warrior. Asterpaw was apprenticed to Foxfur, a laid back and rambunctious she-cat chaser who was a bit rattled by the sudden call to a difficult apprenticeship. Asterpaw seems to have taken a liking to the russet tom, however. Only time would tell if his future shone as bright as that of his siblings. Asterpaw's first venture with Foxfur was an interesting one. The russet warrior had to struggle to reach a level of communication with his deaf apprentice, and misunderstandings were abundant. In a desperate attempt to get Asterpaw accustomed to the scents of prey he would one day have to track down and hunt, Foxfur showed the young tom some mouse droppings. Bewildered and disgusted, Asterpaw didn't seem too keen on this training method. Foxfur's efforts had yet to yield much result, but no-one expected any less. It was already anticipated that Asterpaw's training would be a long and difficult challenge for any warrior to undertake. Asterpaw's apprenticeship brought with it potential friendship. He met a young tom named Glacierpaw, whose nest was right next to his. Whether or not Asterpaw's curiosity for this lanky grey apprentice would blossom into a warm friendship, no cat could tell. But a friend might be just what Asterpaw needed to give him a sense of security and belonging in TreeClan. Glacierpaw was with him when he witnessed the first falling of snow as an apprentice, and the two shared great excitement in the beauty and magnificence of the chilling weather. However, the following night, NightClan launched a viscious attack on TreeClan's camp. Terrified at the sudden and unexplained violence erupting around him, Asterpaw still was not trained in combat and was unable to help his clanmates. He was attacked and wounded by a NightClan warrior, a moment that shattered his understanding of the peaceful life they lived in TreeClan forever. Positive Traits Negative Traits ▸ Hopeful. ◦ Competitive. ▸ Obliging. ◦ Unfriendly. ▸ Confident. ◦ Opinionated. ▸ Mild. ◦ Combative. TRAITS

I LOVE WHAT I CAN'T SEE. WHAT'S EXPECTED OF YOU, WHAT'S EXPECTED OF ME. NOW IT'S QUARTER TO THREE, LET IT ALL GET AWAY. OH, WHAT THE HELL CAN I DO TO FILL THE PAGES? MEET THE STRANGERS? KISS THE GIRL, TAKE IT IN, FEEL THE AGES? ♫

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