cinderfur - shadowclan

[ronnie]

name cinderfur
age 24 moons
gender female
clan shadowclan
rank warrior

picture cinderfur
summary small gray she-cat with yellow eyes
physical description cinderfur is a rather scrawny she-cat. her body is small and lithe and she is surprisingly graceful for the typical shadowclan cat. there is this solemn feature about her looks that doubt her shadowclan origin. her facial features are gentle, his muzzle long but narrow, her ears strong and wide to help her hear, and her eyes, also wide for good peripheral vision. she is short, her legs not quite long enough to guide her on a path of the average sized warrior. her tail is long, her paws wide but not that big. she could easily make it as a windclan warrior if she was to be judged by her size, and not her scent. the graceful delicacy of her physical appearance is both welcomed and assisted by her soft fur coat.

cinderfur's fur is basically the colour of cinder, speaking of her name, light gray, with hints of white and darker gray, her soft furred appearance gives her the warm look of a newborn kit. blissful and welcoming. her pelt looks just as soft as it feels, with a medium length pattern that is surprisingly very typical of gray cats. not as common amongst females, she has a small mane-like pattern on her neck that is almost completely white, surrounded by gray around the outermost rim of her pelt. the fur around her eyes and nose and mouth is much lighter than that just a few milimetres beyond it. the fur on her tail is rimmed with white, and her two front paws are white, as well as her left hind paw, and her remaining paw is a dark gray. the different patterns of colours on her pelt are also common to gray cats; to most cats that aren't a pure black or white colouring. there isn't much at all surprising or different about this she-cat, other than her mild good looks. but then again, who could go wrong with gray fur?

her eyes are in amazingly difficult contrast with her pelt. just within the rim of white is a startling fierce golden, pale yellow. although they are a toned down sort of yellow, paler than the average sunlight, they stand out brilliantly with her dull, dark fur. her body isn't all size and colour and length however. a warrior fights in battles many times and she is no exception. fighting scars spray across her forelegs, one bite mark on her hind, and more on her shoulders. although they may seem excessive, they aren't so visible as to be easily noticed, and are few compared to that of most other warriors. her scars may spread the fur on both sides, defining a deep, nearly fatal wound in some places, but so far at least, she hasn't been completely ravaged by scars than some of her other clan mates. perhaps that is some favour from the starclan ancestors, or, perhaps, her own caution.

personal description cold and isolated, this is a cat who prefers to spend her time alone. she likes to think and feel without others their to bother her or judge her, and feels as though every word she shares with another is just a chore. she doesn't trust her clan mates as friends, but she trusts them to save her life just because that was how she grew up. she will only fight because the warrior code tells her to, and she isn't in the habit of watching a cat die. although she doesn't feel the same way about a cat from another clan, and wouldn't think twice if one was to perish at her claws. she isn't a homicidal maniac, however, and doesn't just go around killing others for no reason. she has never killed another cat before but she wouldn't be too troubled by the idea of one less enemy to deal with. to her, cats are all just bothersome. annoying, useless, but necessary bothers. and she must tolerate them only because she was led to believe that her clan is important.

that makes her proud, not of her clan mates, but of herself and shadowclan. the other clans are nothing but rubbish for all she cares. her clan is the ruler of the forest, of the world, even, and all others should see it that way or get out. she does not take to cats insulting her clan even if it has a good reason or it's just a retaliation after her clan had rightfully insulted them. the other clans deserve to be told their place. they aren't equals. they are prey. just servants to shadowclan, and she enjoyed watching them scrabble. she likes to strike fear in to her enemies, enjoying watching them cry out in frustration as they found themselves trapped; like the little mice they were. it isn't so much against them as it is against her mother. afraid and resentful of the she-cat, she feels that the only way to get back at the she-cat who gave her life is to hurt others. her mother is her ultimate prey. she will get the respect and love she deserves.

she is resentful of her sister, ashpelt, whom is loved and spoiled by her mother while cinderfur is left in the shadows; but is dearly in love and inseparable from her brother, stoneheart, who would feel just as reproachful and left out as cinderfur if it wasn't for his loving and non-violent soul. she knows she can trust him. he could never tell and lie, and she knows that at least he cares for her. she draws strength and joy from that love and they are closer than most siblings would be. this relationship is the block stopping cinderfur from releasing her feelings towards her clan mates. she would likely be exiled if she was to say what she felt about them, and about starclan, whom she believes in but does not worship. she hates them. why do they help other cats and not her? they are not her warrior ancestors that love and care for all the forest cats; they care for a select few and turn their backs on the ones who truly needed them. therefore, she will never love them.

she is indifferent to the needs of other cats. it's not like she thinks she's the only one that has feelings, but she feels as though she (with the exception of her brother) is the only one whose needs are important. everyone else could just die for all she cared. to her, her clan is superior, her clan mates are superior, and she is more superior than even cat. she has very little respect for cats in authority, only obeying her leader and deputy because the warrior code requires her to. she thinks their is honour in being a warrior, and though she refuses to care for starclan and their wishes, the warrior code will give her all the honour she deserves. she feels as though her clan mates are ignoring her, that whatever she does is never enough for them to see her. what would it take to get them to respect her? the only thing she knows of is violence. that's always the way it turns out.

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