Post by Cinderflare on Aug 24, 2007 1:15:24 GMT -5
Name: Cinderkit/paw/flare
Clan: TreeClan
Rank: Warrior
Gender: Tom
Age: 19 moons
Personality: Cinderflare has a very complex personality. He is usually gruff, though nice, yet sometimes he can be the most caring cat in the world. He can also have the worst temper in the world. He is hard to understand, and has very few friends from other Clans. He will be loyal to his Clan no matter what. He sticks to the warrior code, and would never dream of breaking it.
Physique: Cinderflare is a shadowed gray color. His tail-tip is a creamy white that shines bright silver in the moonlight. His eyes are a mysterious pale-blue, which turns a even more mysterious bright, icy blue at night. He has darker shadows slashing through his already shadowed pelt. The moon reflects on his pelt, as it would on the water.
Past: Cinderflare was born in TreeClan, along with his sister, Fawnkit and his brother, Flaredkit. Flaredkit died shortly after birth, leaving Cinderkit with no other kits to wrestle with, since Fawnkit never fought. Fawnkit died 1 day later, leaving Cinderkit no one at all. When he was finally made an apprentice, he was given a bouncy she-cat named Frostmoon as his mentor. They didn't get along well, so when he was finally made a warrior, he was almost glad that he didn't have to put up with her. Frostmoon died three days after, because of a dog. His mother and father vanished after the attack, leaving Cinderflare alone to suffer
alone. Not much has happened since.
Roleplay Example: A shadowed gray ball of fur crept up slowly on the unsuspecting mouse, creeping up slowly. The ball of fur kept stalking toward the mouse, his haunches wriggling as he was preparing to strike. The mouse was a tail-length away now, the ball of fur tensed it's muscles, ready to strike when, "Cinderpaw!" The mouse shot away, realizing the threat. Cinderpaw woke up from his pleasant dream to see his mentor, Frostmoon standing outside the door to the Apprentices' den. Cinderpaw whipped around, ready to tackle his mentor. Ignoring the threat, Frostmoon meowed, "It's time for training, Cinderpaw!" Cinderpaw groaned again 'Why did I get her as a mentor? he thought, lazily walking toward his mentor to begin the new day.