Post by scotialynn on Dec 22, 2012 20:19:33 GMT -5
Name:
Cinderstorm
Age:
13 Moons
Gender:
Female
Appearance:
Cinderstorm is a small, fragile looking cat. Despite her appearance, she has deceptively strong muscles beneath her pale cream pelt. Her lithe frame allows her to be agile and quick, but she lacks strength and weight that are imperative in paw-to-paw combat. She is a far better hunter than fighter. At the end of all of her extremities, her fur transitions into a rich orange that streaks along in a tabby-like pattern which created the foundation for her warrior name. Her ears have been bitten with winter cold and sheared with enemy claws and are ragged and torn at the tips. Though not a pure bred Siamese as her family line has been in the wild for many generations, she still carries the genes for a slightly slender face and stunning blue eyes.
Personality:
Most of the cats in the Clan would not call Cinderstorm the most sociable cat. She is a bit of a loner, with a few close friends, but otherwise staying at a safe distance from her Clanmates. Those who know her well know she is optimistic and bubbly, though some would assume that she is slightly cold-hearted. That is not the case. In fact, it is her empathetic and caring nature that led her to pursue the life of a warrior with peculiar zest, foregoing her own personal pleasures in life to serve her clan. While Cinderstorm is deeply emotional, she keeps most of her feelings to herself, instead relying on logic and reason to guide her. Unfortunately, while beneficial in some aspects, this apparent aloofness and distance has created a rift between her and her clanmates, making her an outcast in a tightly knit community.
History:
Shortly after her birth, Cinderstorm's mother passed away due to complications with the birth. One sibling lost in the womb was stillborn, and the other too weak to survive more than a few days, her family dwindled to nothing but she and her father. Nursed by one of the other queens of the Clan who had recently mothered her own litter of kits, Cinderstorm grew up without knowing a typical kithood. Her father became distant and weary after her mother's death, as if all of his happiness had died with her. but Cinderstorm was taught by her adoptive mother to never grieve too much for her loss, instead appreciate what she had been given. To repay the debt to the Clan who had acted as her family since her birth, Cinderpaw (at the time) worked extremely hard during her apprenticeship, to the point that she made little friends and a nearly completely inactive social life. but it paid off, and eventually she was dubbed "Cinderstorm" by her clan leader not too long ago.
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