Post by Kitty on Oct 16, 2011 17:13:12 GMT -6
Name: Cindertail
Age: 70 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: RiverClan
Apprentice: Open
Rank: Queen
Mate/Crush: Leopardheart
Kin:
Kits:
Speckledkit (son, unborn, Hedgie)
Heronkit (son, unborn, Ki)
Icekit (son, unborn, Spike)
Smallkit (daughter, unborn, Me)
Lark-kit (daughter, unborn, Yellow)
Description: Cindertail is a small cat. She has broader shoulders than the average she-cat, though, and is very muscular. Her tail is short and thick. Her legs are shorter, too, with large, clumsy-looking paws at the end of each one, even though she moves quietly and is perfectly average when it comes to gracefulness.. She has a round head with pointy ears sitting on top that match her size well. She has a small black nose at the end of a rather short muzzle.
Cindertail is a white she-cat, with light gray patches scattered here and there. The largest covers her back and the top half of her head, ending oddly on one half of her muzzle. Her tail is gray and she has a path of gray on each of her legs. Her pelt is medium-length, and soft. She has large, circular yellow eyes that make her seem very innocent.
Personality: Even though Cindertail is small, if you catch her on a usual day, she'll make up for her size a little bit. She can have a sharp tongue and seems to be in a bad mood half the time. She's impatient and easily annoyed. And lazy. Have you ever heard the phrase, "Me, myself, and I"? Well, that seems to go very well with Cindertail. She prefers being in the company of no one, just herself and her thoughts, and likes peace and quiet. Disrupt her and she's likely to not be in a very good mood. She doesn't talk much, either, and is serious, except for a good day.
There are some good things to this cat, though. She holds very strongly to her belief in StarClan, even though she's never personally met a cat from there. She is honest, and if you ask her a question, its unlikely she will lie. And if she does lie, it will be rather obvious, as she is a bad liar. She is cautious, and doesn't jump into anything. She follows the rules (maybe because she's afraid of getting caught doing something wrong). She is very loyal to her friends and Clan. Her friends are the only cats that can dig past her shell to reveal what's underneath: a cheery, random cat. Her sense of humor varies, but usually she loves a good joke, and every cat in the Clan has seen her laughing at one point or another, especially her closest friends. Despite being perfectly fine around kits, she has absolutely no clue how to react to them or play with them, and ends up feeling very awkward.
History: Cindertail was born as Cinderkit, due to her smokey-gray splotches, despite the fact that there is some white on her, too. She was a single kit, in her parents' one and only litter. She might have gotten her solitude from the lack of other kits to play with. She didn't usually play with the few other kits, and preferred to sit by herself and think, observe, or listen to elders' stories. The game she preferred t play when she did play with the others was hide-n-seek, partly because half the time she was by herself, and partly because she just loved playing it.
Her kit-hood seemed to pass quickly, and before long, she was becoming an apprentice. She was apprenticed to a tom that had been a warrior for several moons. She was a fast learner, and she ate up any advice or tips she got. Cinderpaw turned out to be a very smart little she-cat, and she was an average hunter and fighter, but in the end, she was pretty good at tracking and excelled at swimming. She was very serious about her training. Not much happened during her kit-hood and apprenticeship. She was surrounded by a few close friends, one in particular being Leopardpaw, whom she helped overcome his mother's death.
She was made a warrior at the age of thirteen moons. Cinderpaw was given the name Cindertail, for her short tail was one of her more noticeable physical traits. Her first several moons passed uneventfully. She caught whitecough once, but soon recovered. Around thirty-five moons, she was badly injured in a border fight. She couldn't do warrior duties for almost a moon, and she got bored during that time. But when she was allowed to continue she never thought she'd miss being a warrior so much.
As she continued on though warrior-hood, though, she tended to drift off in her own thoughts more and more. She's getting older, but she's not too old. She's been in her share of border fights, most of them not too bad. She has had a tame life compared to some.
After an incident with a Twoleg in which Cindertail was seemingly about to be taken, the senior warrior was saved by her oldest and closest friend, Leopardheart. The accident made the two realize that their friendship had evolved into something stronger over the many moons that they'd spent together. The two became mates and are now expecting kits.
Roleplay example: She's like a kitty me. =D
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