Post by husky on Jan 1, 2010 16:30:24 GMT -5
GENERAL
Name: Cinderheart
Name Explanation: Cinder was given to her as a kit to represent her gray pelt while heart was added because of her loyal and caring nature.
Gender: She-cat
Age: Fifteen Moons
Clan: RiverClan
Rank: Warrior
APPEARANCE
Body Type: Thin, lithe
Fur: Long-haired, gray and white with black stripes
Eyes: Green
Markings: None
Overall: Cinderheart does seem to be just a pretty face within the Clan, if you don't already know her. Her pelt is long, made up of three basic colors. The majority of it is silvery gray, while black stripes cut through all over. Her bushy tail is darker than the rest of her body, black at the tip. White patches cover her mouth, ears, and paws. Her eyes are a pretty, light green color. The she-cat is very thin besides her fluffy fur, very agile.
PERSONALITY
Positive Traits: Loyal, brave, compassionate, diligent, pays attention
Flaws: Stubborn, lack of self confidence, too trustworthy, perfectionist, slightly high maintenance
Fears: Being a disappointment, dying
Quirks: Always checks the sun/moon position, weakness for all kits
Ideals: Loyalty, faith
Overall: Cinderheart is considerably loyal to her Clan, willing to give her life for her friends and family as the warrior code calls for. She shows the utmost compassion and respect for her Clan members, but also demands respect for herself. A good quality this she-cat bestows is the patience she has with younger cats, as well as her willingness to listen to what others have to say. Cinderheart does posses the stubbornness that comes with many younger warriors, yet with her it hides her lack of confidence as a RiverClan cat. She has to constantly remind herself that she is good enough, but doesn't always see that as being true. Cinderheart like things to be done the right way, and pushes for it to be so. Her biggest fault is probably being too trustworthy toward other cats, yet often trusts one until he/she gives her a reason not to. The warrior is a bit high maintenance, simply liking herself and others to be a bit more than just presentable. Cinderheart is scared of turning out a disappointment, and also of death.
HISTORY
Family: Snowfur, mother / Birchfall, father / Graypelt, brother
History: Cinderkit was active and playful with the other kits, but never with her brother. Early on, he was grumpy and never wanted anything to do with his sister. The she-kit was okay with it, because she had more friends that she considered siblings anyway. When the two were apprenticed, Cinderpaw began to train hard like every other warrior in the history of the Clans. She lost a lot of her confidence as an apprentice when her brother began to critique her everyday. He always told her she would never make a good warrior, which completely ruined her outlook. Birchpaw was out hunting with his mentor during new leaf, fishing in a high river. He lost his balance and fell in, hitting his head off of a stepping stone. The fall killed the apprentice. Of course, Cinderpaw was devastated over the loss of her brother, yet didn't take it as harshly as most thought she would. She continued her training, earning her warrior name respectively.
RP SAMPLE
Although the sun did it's best to warm the ground, the ground was yet frozen, snow covered, and didn't help much if you were trying to keep quiet. The breeze was unforgiving to those who wanted to keep warm, as it chilled their bones even more than the winter already had. The hunter became the hunted during leaf-bare, the prey gone and the Clans left starved. As one of these said hunters lay hidden in a pile of broken branches and debris, these were the very thoughts that ran in her head over and over. The marmalade warrior seemed focused on something in front of her, though nothing was moving. Beside her, half-covered with melting snow was a pile of fresh prey. Two small mice, a fluffy squirrel. Nothing much to take back to her Clan. The she-cat had been out here since sunrise, a self appointed hunting patrol. NatureClan needed to be fed, period.
Suddenly, the huntress sprang. Her fiery fur was easily detected against the white blanket covering the ground, but she was too quick for the blue jay she had been watching so carefully. It fluttered once, getting off of the ground, yet her leap had put her in it's path to safety. Swiping at it with her claws extended, she caught one wing and brought it down as she landed, delivering the deadly bite to its neck. In seconds, it went limp, and was carried back to her little pile of victory. With a sigh, the warrior turned and paused, drinking in the scent of the forest. She could taste the bark of the trees, the smell of warm prey made her mouth water. What she could also smell though, brought a sly smile to her lips.
Stalking forward, she picked up her pace, darting around trees that stood in her way, trying to step as lightly as she could. She could see, like a mirror reflection, the orange tabby fur of someone she knew very well. He was out hunting too, then? He looked as if he was stalking something, and the she-cat lowered herself into position, pinpointing what it was he was about to spring for. The little mouse was scrounging for food. Ears flicked forward and she sprung, taking only a second to check herself. She cough the stupid creature with one paw, claws raking it and killing it. Fluffy fur puffed slightly, she turned and dropped the catch at the other cat's paws. "Oh, was this yours?" she smirked.
Robinwing, Affinity Mirage (C)