Ashsong

A slender, longhaired lilac and white harlequin tomcat with gold eyes

Ashsong is a slender tom with long legs and a graceful, elegant build. His coat is mostly white, broken by soft patches of pale lilac along his back, side, and tail. His tail is long and plume-like, fully brushed with the same light lilac hue. A narrow face frames sharp golden eyes that gleam with calculation, set above a pale pink nose. Large, pointed ears give him an alert, watchful look. Every bit the composed and poised figure he strives to be.

Ashsong is ambition, honed and hidden beneath a veneer of calm. Cold, calculating, and quietly ruthless, he has one goal: to lead RiverClan. Every conversation, every patrol, every alliance is a step in a carefully crafted path toward power. He doesn’t rage, he doesn’t beg, he waits, watches, and strikes when the moment is right.

Ashsong follows the warrior code… technically. He won’t kill a Clanmate, but he will ruin reputations, manipulate decisions, and exploit weaknesses without a flicker of guilt. He knows how to present himself: respectful, composed, just loyal enough to pass as selfless. But everything he does is weighed against one question: Does this bring me closer to leadership?

He’s a master of patience, letting others burn themselves out while he quietly gathers support and influence. Challenges are met with cold logic, not emotion. He doesn’t waste energy on anger; he uses setbacks as tools, turning them into leverage. And if someone stands in his way? He won’t fight them, he’ll out think them.

Ashsong doesn’t want power for the sake of pride. He believes RiverClan needs a leader who sees beyond emotion and tradition. A leader like him. And he’ll do whatever it takes to make that vision real.

There is however one cat in the clan Ashsong looks up to. Coldstar. He has longed to be just like the older tom. A powerful leader and well respected within the clan. Thats what he wants more than anything else.

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Kithood

Moons 1-2

Ashkit rarely joined play with his two litter mates, preferring to sit quietly and observe. He noticed who won attention, who gave in, and who craved approval, storing it all away.

Moons 3-4

He began nudging siblings into squabbles, then comforting them to seem like the “good one.” Already, he was learning how words shaped others. Coldstar caught his eye—respected without needing to raise his voice.

Moons 5-6

Ashkit started guiding kit games, never leading outright but steering others to believe his ideas were theirs. By six moons, he already dreamed of standing where Coldstar stood, following the code outwardly while planning to bend it to his path.

Apprentice

Training under Otterwhisker, Ashpaw quickly learned the rhythm of RiverClan life. She preferred to be out in the water or roaming the territory, and Ashpaw followed in silence, watching her confidence and independence with quiet respect. He trained hard but never showy, letting her steady approval come naturally.

Ashpaw began offering small “ideas” on patrols or fishing spots, often while Otterwhisker was busy exploring or lost in her tasks. She humored his suggestions, and when they worked, others noticed. Ashpaw tucked away each bit of quiet praise, careful not to overstep.

Otterwhisker’s easygoing independence taught Ashpaw the value of calm persistence. He mirrored her steadiness, learning when to speak and when to watch. While other apprentices grew restless, Ashpaw practiced patience—always respectful, always composed, always planning.

Warrior

As Ashsong settled into warrior duties, his attention drifted more and more to Coldstar. Where Otterwhisker had taught him patience and persistence, Coldstar embodied the kind of leader Ashsong aspired to be. Silent, strong, and respected without question. Ashsong studied him at Gatherings, patrols, even in silence around camp, noting how his mere presence carried weight.

Ashsong began mirroring Coldstar’s reserved nature. He spoke less, but when he did, his words were chosen with care. He learned to stand tall, to hold his composure even in heated moments, just as Coldstar did at border disputes. To his clanmates, it may have looked like maturity; to Ashsong, it was rehearsal.

Coldstar’s rigid sense of justice fascinated Ashsong. He admired the leader’s strength but quietly questioned whether emotion and tradition clouded his judgment. To Ashsong, Coldstar proved that a leader didn’t need to be beloved. Only respected. And in that model, Ashsong saw the future he wanted: RiverClan led not by sentiment, but by reason.

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