Name: Ashtuft[Ash-for her pelt color; Tuft-an extra tuft of fur on her head]
Age: 38 moons
Role: Love Interest
Clan: Riverclan
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance: She has a long and dark ebony coat, looking much like the dark color of ash. Her long coat is marked with white tabby stripes, that contrast her dark pelt. Her long, fluffy tail is marked with dark tabby rings. Her chest is a soft ashy tone while all her paws except the front right are white. Ashtuft has dark golden eyes, flecked with hazel.
Personality: When someone first meets them, they think of Ashtuft as a boisterous, loud and carefree kind of cat that disrespects most rules. But in truth, They have a huge imagination, and often zone out or wander off, in their own little world. Ashtuft isn't really very sociable, and is actually quite timid and shy. They tend to be kind of cold and distant when annoyed, and could stay that way towards whoever annoyed them for quite a long time. Ashtuft is mainly just lonely, but too paranoid to even try and make friends. Though she loves to explore and have all sorts of adventures.
Other: She has scars criss-crossing her legs and two that run along her back and wrap around her sides.
Activity Level: 13.57
RP Example: Reedbriar smiled at Wisp, trying to ignore the weird feeling in her belly. The tom kit had shown little emotion for quite some time and she'd done her best to push away her worry. The queen perked her ears and purred, "My day was good, and how has the day been for you?" She'd heard of she-cats spending too much time around toms but was it possible she'd been spending too much time with the kit? His way of speaking was beginning to rub off on her and it made her feel uncomfortable. Instead of focusing any longer on the blue kit she turned her gaze to Minnow. The queen gave her daughter an amused look and purred, "Was it good? I caught it not too long ago and had hoped it'd be fresh by the time you three had awoken." Still, the tom kit, looking like a smaller version of her, worried her, and she was beginning to think she talked too much like him. She turned her gaze to the spotted blue tom kit and chuckled, "Smoke, wake up. It's nearly sunhigh." She purred, wrapping her tail around her paws and giving the tom kit an amused look.