Post by snap on Jul 24, 2012 20:21:18 GMT -5
Cinderpaw
she-cat | riverclan | 8 moons | medicine cat apprentice
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Appearance
Cinderpaw is the average size of the she-cat apprentice. She's fairly stocky as well. Her tail is long, giving her balance and a graceful appearance. Little tufts of fur stick out from the tips of her ears. Her fur is a mix of an almost blue-gray color and a white undercoat. The white also covers all her toes and front paws. The most noticeable feature she sports are her eyes. They are extremely an extremely intense green that are able to catch attention with ease. Beautifully colored, they have flecks of brownish-gold in them that almost seem to sparkle.
Personality
She may be a medicine cat apprentice, but she surely does not act like one most of the time. She has a suck-it-up-buttercup attitude. Cinderpaw will not take sulking and moping around. She believes life is too short to be wasting time pouting about something that already happened. You should get off your rump and do something about it! She is not gentle unless it comes to her medicine cat duties.
Sort of tomboy-ish, she likes to learn combat moves but seeks the peace of mind lifestyle of a medicine cat. However, she isn't afraid to get down and dirty with the warrior apprentices, she actually enjoys playing with them. She's quite muscular for a she-cat and takes pride in her strength. Cinderpaw likes to show that just because medicine cats have a different path, doesn't mean they have any less of a warrior heart. She loves herbs and likes to spend some time each day memorizing the scent, look and textures of all the different plants. She also loves the water and is often found resting by the water's edge.
History
Cinderpaw began her journey of life on a stormy Newleaf day as Cinderkit. She was the only one to make it out of her mother alive; the birthing process had been very difficult. So much so, that her older brother had died shortly after birth, taking their mother with him to StarClan. Another queen was kind enough to nurse Cinderkit until she was old enough. The blue and white kit's father, however, was very much still alive. He was the one to teach her that life is too short to be sulking around, waiting for things to get better. He knew that after he lost his son and beloved mate. He would make her proud, he would raise Cinderkit right. And right he did. He was wonderful. The tom kept her close but gave her rope and treated her with a firm but caring paw. His name is Stormstrike.
At first glance of Cinderkit, one would have no doubt of her taking the warrior path. However, the young she-cat had the soul of a much older and wiser cat. She observed and thought. She planned and took the consequences into account. And as soon as she laid eyes on the den of herbs, she knew this was what she wanted. She hung by Nightfrost, the medicine cat. She watched his paws, how they mashed these herbs and crushed those herbs. Cinderkit would even try it herself when she was alone by the river. When she got it right, after a lot of practice, she couldn't describe the feeling of accomplishment that rushed through her. She sucked it up and asked Nightfrost, well, maybe begged, and soon enough she was at the Moonpool. That night she would become Cinderpaw, eager apprentice of the RiverClan medicine cat.
