Post by Amy on May 13, 2009 16:02:40 GMT -5
Name:
Cinderstar.
Gender:
Female.
Age:
38 Moons.
Clan:
Thunderclan.
Rank:
Leader.
Picture:
None.
Appearance:
Cinderstar has beautiful long black fur. In the sunlight her black fur has a brownish tint, and her long fur is thick and course. She is long-legged, and has a long bushy tail. Her frame is mostly petite, and although small she has a wiry strength in her. She has golden amber eyes. The fur around her eyes is more of a brown color than black, and although small she is packed with surprising muscle.
Personality:
For her entire life Cinderstar has been a cat of respect, honesty, loyalty, and forethought. She understood things that most young cats wouldn't, and was very wise even as a kit. She was never much for fighting, and now as a leader she would rather lead her clan on in peace and find the truth of problems that may take place, before switching to a battle. She hates fighting. She doesn't like watching her clan mates and other clan cats bleeding scarlet into the grass. She could be sensitive sometimes, and in her moods can often seem quiet and reserved, yet she is always ready to talk. She is not afraid to show her claws, but she doesn't like cats to be hurt for decisions that she made. For her entire life she has been known for being so silent, and excelled at hunting. She had made her paws slide easily across the ground, stalking through the undergrowth noiselessly and blending into the undergrowth with her dark fur. She knows she can hunt well, but she never boasts. One thing that may make her angry is other cats boasting, and thinking they are better than others just because they have different talents and are better at different things. Cinderstar has always been respectful of the other clans. She doesn't care that they are different, because she knows, in vice-versa, that her clan is different from there clans. That's what made them warriors though. Different and loyal to their own. She based most of her decisions off the Warrior Code, and is forever startled by how others can break it carelessly. She is a natural Thunderclan Leader.
History:
Kit-Hood~
Cinderkit was always the runt of her litter, with her two older siblings, one brother, and one sister, she was considered the weakest. But wit can be stronger than claws and teeth, and she was always much more mature than her siblings. Of course she play-fought and went off on journeys outside of camp, but she always thought about every action first and was more serious than most kits. Intelligent and thoughtful many thought she was destined to be a Medicine Cat, but Cinderkit always knew that the path of healing and collecting herbs was not meant for her. She was very compassionate to others and seemed to understand more than what others let on. She had a strength in noticing how others were truly feeling and seeing past lies and secrets, but she never would pry, for it was none of her business. She was very close to her mother. She would lie at the she-cat's side and listen to the stories spoken at night about the evil cats that were meant to scare most kits, but she knew none of the evil cats could ever go down and take kits away for misbehaving. But she listened to them anyways, mostly because she was so surprised at how other cats could behave and think they can get away with evil things. She had always had a heart for peace and thinking things about before taking action. Cinderkit would often visit the Elder's Den and clear the bedding just to listen to old tales of the clan and the other clans, and was always interested in what older, more experienced and wiser cats had to say. She was just as excited as her litter mates were when she became an apprentice, even though she remained perfectly calm during her ceremony.
Apprenticeship~
Cinderpaw was the apprentice to a very wise and respected warrior in the clan, and she was more than pleased to have such an honorable warrior as her mentor. On her first day of training her mentor showed her the territory, and showed he how to hunt. Cinderpaw had a natural instinct of moving noiselessly through the undergrowth, never flinching as thorns pierced her nose or trailed through her course black fur. She paid attention to the problems of her brothers and sisters as they went on with their training, and found they wanted to fight rather than find more peaceful ways of solving problems that did not result in spilled blood and injured cats. Cinderpaw wasn't as enthusiastic to learn how to fight as she was hunting, but she trained as hard as most apprentice's because she knew if her clan ever went into battle she would need those skills to be the best she could at defending them. Soon enough there was a battle, on the Riverclan Border by Sunningrocks. Cinderpaw was horrified by the flashes of claws and teeth, hostile eyes and scarlet flecks of blood spinning through the air. Still she fought, for she was trained to be loyal to her clan. Cinderpaw was wounded in the battle, a sharp claw mark to her shoulder that took a few days to heal. After her little break from training while she rested the injury, she was back in the forest knowing she had to learn how to fight better, and she trained the rest of the way, although she hated every bit of it. She learned to accept it though, because you couldn't chose what color fur you had, as well as chose what you can learn to fight because survival meant everything to the clans. The hunted, fought, and helped each other for survival, and she understood what she had to do. After her exciting apprenticeship, her Warrior Ceremony was not far off.
Warrior hood~
Cinderfur was the name dedicated to this warrior, and along with the name came the words chosen to represent her by her leader, thoughtfulness and respect. Cinderfur knew that everything she had accomplished in her life, everything she had worked and trained for and grew up doing, was why she was a warrior. Even as a warrior she still trained herself; trained herself to be respected by her clan-mates as a gentle, but still ready warrior to fight for them if the battle was justified. She would not fight for only the reason to spill blood and rip fur, as that was no reason at all. Now that she was a warrior she could speak out with the others and explain her opinions more than she could as an apprentice, and now the cats would listen to her. She proved herself to be as thoughtful as her leader had said, and she was honest and loyal. She disagreed with certain ideas at some times but she didn't argue. She pointed out her opinion and offered explanations but never got mad because another cat didn't see the sense in it. That's what made her such a respected cat. She rarely got angry, as thoughtful, patient, and had only the clan's best interests at heart. After moons of hard work as a warrior she was chosen on before all the other warriors as Thunderclan's new deputy when the former cat died.
Deputy Life~
When Cinderfur became deputy she was more shocked than the rest of the cats. She had never expected to been given such an honor, especially before all the more senior warriors. Now she knew her hard work had paid off more than she had ever believed. She organized patrols dealt with problems and was closer to the leader than any other cat. Her peacefulness and forethought balanced out well with her leader's curiousity and fierce desire to protect the clan against all the small problems even without all the proof he needed. She proved herself even more an honorable deputy. When her mother died of Green-Cough one Leaf-Bare it was only her loyalty to the clan and what she knew they needed that kept her from completely deserting them in her time of grief, and in that greatest need of her kin her brother and sister would not come to her and help her in her journey back to peace. It took moons for her to recover from the death of her mother, but she managed it in the end, and soon returned to her normal self. But what she wasn't prepared for was the death of the cat that had watched over her kit hood, Apprenticeship, Warrior life, and now her deputy life for so long.
New Leader~
Cinderstar got her Leader Name and nine lives the night the leader died, and the long journey took all the strength out of her, so she rested for a long time. She chose the new deputy at Moon-high that, as told in the Warrior Code, and gave the first kits apprentice names not long after. She has not been a leader for long, but she is a good cat for the position.
Role Play Example:
A bright light illuminated Sunningrocks as the sun began to rise over the horizon, casting a dim glow over the forest. At the break of dawn, the birds began chirping and prey started rustling in the undergrowth, scampering over leaves and twigs in search of food. A louder rustling in the bushes beyond the gleaming rocks announced the arrival of something much bigger than prey, a dark shadow emerged from the bushes, black fur turning dark brown as th sun cast a glow on the cat's pelt. Cinderstar's eyes flicked around the rocks, and the gentle rush over the river was soothing to her, although she never really liked water. Her paw steps were calm and her tail trailed behind her in a looming shadow, one part of her not turning brown with the light. Golden amber eyes flashed towards the sky, and a sigh escaped the Thunderclan Leader as dawn gave way to morning. A new day had begun.
Other:
Nothing.
Cinderstar.
Gender:
Female.
Age:
38 Moons.
Clan:
Thunderclan.
Rank:
Leader.
Picture:
None.
Appearance:
Cinderstar has beautiful long black fur. In the sunlight her black fur has a brownish tint, and her long fur is thick and course. She is long-legged, and has a long bushy tail. Her frame is mostly petite, and although small she has a wiry strength in her. She has golden amber eyes. The fur around her eyes is more of a brown color than black, and although small she is packed with surprising muscle.
Personality:
For her entire life Cinderstar has been a cat of respect, honesty, loyalty, and forethought. She understood things that most young cats wouldn't, and was very wise even as a kit. She was never much for fighting, and now as a leader she would rather lead her clan on in peace and find the truth of problems that may take place, before switching to a battle. She hates fighting. She doesn't like watching her clan mates and other clan cats bleeding scarlet into the grass. She could be sensitive sometimes, and in her moods can often seem quiet and reserved, yet she is always ready to talk. She is not afraid to show her claws, but she doesn't like cats to be hurt for decisions that she made. For her entire life she has been known for being so silent, and excelled at hunting. She had made her paws slide easily across the ground, stalking through the undergrowth noiselessly and blending into the undergrowth with her dark fur. She knows she can hunt well, but she never boasts. One thing that may make her angry is other cats boasting, and thinking they are better than others just because they have different talents and are better at different things. Cinderstar has always been respectful of the other clans. She doesn't care that they are different, because she knows, in vice-versa, that her clan is different from there clans. That's what made them warriors though. Different and loyal to their own. She based most of her decisions off the Warrior Code, and is forever startled by how others can break it carelessly. She is a natural Thunderclan Leader.
History:
Kit-Hood~
Cinderkit was always the runt of her litter, with her two older siblings, one brother, and one sister, she was considered the weakest. But wit can be stronger than claws and teeth, and she was always much more mature than her siblings. Of course she play-fought and went off on journeys outside of camp, but she always thought about every action first and was more serious than most kits. Intelligent and thoughtful many thought she was destined to be a Medicine Cat, but Cinderkit always knew that the path of healing and collecting herbs was not meant for her. She was very compassionate to others and seemed to understand more than what others let on. She had a strength in noticing how others were truly feeling and seeing past lies and secrets, but she never would pry, for it was none of her business. She was very close to her mother. She would lie at the she-cat's side and listen to the stories spoken at night about the evil cats that were meant to scare most kits, but she knew none of the evil cats could ever go down and take kits away for misbehaving. But she listened to them anyways, mostly because she was so surprised at how other cats could behave and think they can get away with evil things. She had always had a heart for peace and thinking things about before taking action. Cinderkit would often visit the Elder's Den and clear the bedding just to listen to old tales of the clan and the other clans, and was always interested in what older, more experienced and wiser cats had to say. She was just as excited as her litter mates were when she became an apprentice, even though she remained perfectly calm during her ceremony.
Apprenticeship~
Cinderpaw was the apprentice to a very wise and respected warrior in the clan, and she was more than pleased to have such an honorable warrior as her mentor. On her first day of training her mentor showed her the territory, and showed he how to hunt. Cinderpaw had a natural instinct of moving noiselessly through the undergrowth, never flinching as thorns pierced her nose or trailed through her course black fur. She paid attention to the problems of her brothers and sisters as they went on with their training, and found they wanted to fight rather than find more peaceful ways of solving problems that did not result in spilled blood and injured cats. Cinderpaw wasn't as enthusiastic to learn how to fight as she was hunting, but she trained as hard as most apprentice's because she knew if her clan ever went into battle she would need those skills to be the best she could at defending them. Soon enough there was a battle, on the Riverclan Border by Sunningrocks. Cinderpaw was horrified by the flashes of claws and teeth, hostile eyes and scarlet flecks of blood spinning through the air. Still she fought, for she was trained to be loyal to her clan. Cinderpaw was wounded in the battle, a sharp claw mark to her shoulder that took a few days to heal. After her little break from training while she rested the injury, she was back in the forest knowing she had to learn how to fight better, and she trained the rest of the way, although she hated every bit of it. She learned to accept it though, because you couldn't chose what color fur you had, as well as chose what you can learn to fight because survival meant everything to the clans. The hunted, fought, and helped each other for survival, and she understood what she had to do. After her exciting apprenticeship, her Warrior Ceremony was not far off.
Warrior hood~
Cinderfur was the name dedicated to this warrior, and along with the name came the words chosen to represent her by her leader, thoughtfulness and respect. Cinderfur knew that everything she had accomplished in her life, everything she had worked and trained for and grew up doing, was why she was a warrior. Even as a warrior she still trained herself; trained herself to be respected by her clan-mates as a gentle, but still ready warrior to fight for them if the battle was justified. She would not fight for only the reason to spill blood and rip fur, as that was no reason at all. Now that she was a warrior she could speak out with the others and explain her opinions more than she could as an apprentice, and now the cats would listen to her. She proved herself to be as thoughtful as her leader had said, and she was honest and loyal. She disagreed with certain ideas at some times but she didn't argue. She pointed out her opinion and offered explanations but never got mad because another cat didn't see the sense in it. That's what made her such a respected cat. She rarely got angry, as thoughtful, patient, and had only the clan's best interests at heart. After moons of hard work as a warrior she was chosen on before all the other warriors as Thunderclan's new deputy when the former cat died.
Deputy Life~
When Cinderfur became deputy she was more shocked than the rest of the cats. She had never expected to been given such an honor, especially before all the more senior warriors. Now she knew her hard work had paid off more than she had ever believed. She organized patrols dealt with problems and was closer to the leader than any other cat. Her peacefulness and forethought balanced out well with her leader's curiousity and fierce desire to protect the clan against all the small problems even without all the proof he needed. She proved herself even more an honorable deputy. When her mother died of Green-Cough one Leaf-Bare it was only her loyalty to the clan and what she knew they needed that kept her from completely deserting them in her time of grief, and in that greatest need of her kin her brother and sister would not come to her and help her in her journey back to peace. It took moons for her to recover from the death of her mother, but she managed it in the end, and soon returned to her normal self. But what she wasn't prepared for was the death of the cat that had watched over her kit hood, Apprenticeship, Warrior life, and now her deputy life for so long.
New Leader~
Cinderstar got her Leader Name and nine lives the night the leader died, and the long journey took all the strength out of her, so she rested for a long time. She chose the new deputy at Moon-high that, as told in the Warrior Code, and gave the first kits apprentice names not long after. She has not been a leader for long, but she is a good cat for the position.
Role Play Example:
A bright light illuminated Sunningrocks as the sun began to rise over the horizon, casting a dim glow over the forest. At the break of dawn, the birds began chirping and prey started rustling in the undergrowth, scampering over leaves and twigs in search of food. A louder rustling in the bushes beyond the gleaming rocks announced the arrival of something much bigger than prey, a dark shadow emerged from the bushes, black fur turning dark brown as th sun cast a glow on the cat's pelt. Cinderstar's eyes flicked around the rocks, and the gentle rush over the river was soothing to her, although she never really liked water. Her paw steps were calm and her tail trailed behind her in a looming shadow, one part of her not turning brown with the light. Golden amber eyes flashed towards the sky, and a sigh escaped the Thunderclan Leader as dawn gave way to morning. A new day had begun.
Other:
Nothing.
