Post by nimble on Dec 11, 2016 0:59:28 GMT -5
Name: Cinderstripe
Age: 12 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: NightClan
Rank: Warrior
Picture:
Description: A cat of considerable stature, Cinderstripe has a leaner, more athletic build than her long fur might let on. The darkness of her pelt is tempered by the tendrils of silver that stripe across her body like moonlight softening the shadows of the forest after nightfall. A feathered tail reminiscent of an unfurled fern, and warm golden eyes like pine sap, Cinderstripe is a daughter of the forest, born to wander beneath the pines of her kin. Her long, pale whiskers seem to catch the light, glinting in protest of the blackness they serve to guide her through. One needn't search long to find the features she's inherited from her mother and father: she falls somewhere between them both. She is a pretty cat, but it is not difficult to recognize her as a trained warrior. Well muscled and alert, she seems to carry herself with the confidence and pride of one who would not be so easily overcome, should she need to unsheathe her learned claws.
Description Summary: A black smoke tabby with medium fur and amber eyes.
Personality: Always a ready ear and keen insight, Cinderstripe is an easy cat to confide in. Though reared by her often stony mother, it is plain to see that Cinderstripe takes after her father. Like Nettlefur before her, she is a gentle presence within the clan, offering approachability and often surprising wisdom. The young she-cat is a capable provider for her clan, quick to haul in prey and never too far off when there is work to be done. Though well acquainted with the hardships of clan life, her good humor remains unfettered. Let it never be said that Cinderstripe learned nothing from her mother; she is deeply loyal, and fiercely protective of her clan. She is ambitious, though guided by empathy, and while she is proud of her kin and clan, she is not blind to their flaws. Unmoved by the purist movement within NightClan, but wise enough to keep it to herself, she is unwilling to let her thoughts be formed by any cat, leader or not.
History: With the bloodline of ancient warriors, Cinderstripe, like her parents before her, was born unto the world in stone, deep beneath the roots of conifers. Aided by Smokefur, who had witnessed the birth and death of many warriors, Slatenose had labored through the morn until finally, near sun-high, a kit with a pelt of swirling smoke had slid in to the world. It was clear, however, that someone was missing. Or at least, that Slatenose was missing someone. It is, of course, the nature of cats to mourn, and the birth was too close, it seemed, to the death of the new queen's mate. Nettlefur walked with StarClan, but it was of no consolation to the former deputy, who wanted him here, beside her and their newborn kit.
Cinderkit grew quickly, and learned much, despite her distant mother. The other queens gave the nourishment Slatenose seemed to have trouble mustering, and the former deputy herself offered curt lessons on clan expectations and rules, and very occasionally shared stories of battles she and Cinderkit's late father had fought.
Assigned to be mentored by the rather hot-headed warrior, Ashlight, perhaps Cinderpaw's greatest lessons came early on from goading of her slightly overzealous mentor. Turns out, the elders don't care if Ashlight was pushing you to carry more moss than was logistically possible: the twigs and pebbles it picked up along the way from frequent tumbles were not appreciated. Still, Cinderpaw was resoundingly even tempered, and took each obstacle in stride. She developed in to a fine warrior, one who might make even her icy mother proud.
Other: Only kit of Slatenose and Nettlefur.
Age: 12 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: NightClan
Rank: Warrior
Picture:
Description: A cat of considerable stature, Cinderstripe has a leaner, more athletic build than her long fur might let on. The darkness of her pelt is tempered by the tendrils of silver that stripe across her body like moonlight softening the shadows of the forest after nightfall. A feathered tail reminiscent of an unfurled fern, and warm golden eyes like pine sap, Cinderstripe is a daughter of the forest, born to wander beneath the pines of her kin. Her long, pale whiskers seem to catch the light, glinting in protest of the blackness they serve to guide her through. One needn't search long to find the features she's inherited from her mother and father: she falls somewhere between them both. She is a pretty cat, but it is not difficult to recognize her as a trained warrior. Well muscled and alert, she seems to carry herself with the confidence and pride of one who would not be so easily overcome, should she need to unsheathe her learned claws.
Description Summary: A black smoke tabby with medium fur and amber eyes.
Personality: Always a ready ear and keen insight, Cinderstripe is an easy cat to confide in. Though reared by her often stony mother, it is plain to see that Cinderstripe takes after her father. Like Nettlefur before her, she is a gentle presence within the clan, offering approachability and often surprising wisdom. The young she-cat is a capable provider for her clan, quick to haul in prey and never too far off when there is work to be done. Though well acquainted with the hardships of clan life, her good humor remains unfettered. Let it never be said that Cinderstripe learned nothing from her mother; she is deeply loyal, and fiercely protective of her clan. She is ambitious, though guided by empathy, and while she is proud of her kin and clan, she is not blind to their flaws. Unmoved by the purist movement within NightClan, but wise enough to keep it to herself, she is unwilling to let her thoughts be formed by any cat, leader or not.
History: With the bloodline of ancient warriors, Cinderstripe, like her parents before her, was born unto the world in stone, deep beneath the roots of conifers. Aided by Smokefur, who had witnessed the birth and death of many warriors, Slatenose had labored through the morn until finally, near sun-high, a kit with a pelt of swirling smoke had slid in to the world. It was clear, however, that someone was missing. Or at least, that Slatenose was missing someone. It is, of course, the nature of cats to mourn, and the birth was too close, it seemed, to the death of the new queen's mate. Nettlefur walked with StarClan, but it was of no consolation to the former deputy, who wanted him here, beside her and their newborn kit.
Cinderkit grew quickly, and learned much, despite her distant mother. The other queens gave the nourishment Slatenose seemed to have trouble mustering, and the former deputy herself offered curt lessons on clan expectations and rules, and very occasionally shared stories of battles she and Cinderkit's late father had fought.
Assigned to be mentored by the rather hot-headed warrior, Ashlight, perhaps Cinderpaw's greatest lessons came early on from goading of her slightly overzealous mentor. Turns out, the elders don't care if Ashlight was pushing you to carry more moss than was logistically possible: the twigs and pebbles it picked up along the way from frequent tumbles were not appreciated. Still, Cinderpaw was resoundingly even tempered, and took each obstacle in stride. She developed in to a fine warrior, one who might make even her icy mother proud.
Other: Only kit of Slatenose and Nettlefur.