Post by cinderfoot on Mar 26, 2012 12:08:26 GMT -5
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[tr][td][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,padding-top: 10px;][classy=title]appearance[/classy][classy=text]solid gray tom with green eyes
Unlike most gray felines, Cinderfoot is not a tabby. His pelt is a smooth, unbroken ash gray, almost like slate but with less of a blue tone to it. There isn't a speck of white on his belly, paws, chest or face, not even a tip to his tail. Instead he maintains his sleek gray feathers appearance and overall looks rather unimpressive. Cinderfoot his mossy green eyes that are friendly but very average. They aren't any outstanding shade, just like his pelt, but they suit him just fine. In size, Cinderfoot is again very average. He's got strong muscles banded along his haunches and shoulders to make him a powerful jumper, an alright climber and a strong enough warrior to hold his own in battle but he's not excessive. Really, it does sound boring but it's Cinderfoot and he likes himself just the way he is. Looking at his face you'll find a well defined face with a handsome muzzle, alert ears and a rather dark nose. He's not tall and wiry or stout and wide but Cinderfoot is sturdy to say the least. You can run at him headlong and crash into him and he'll manage to keep his footing if he's got the warning to brace himself. Under his sleek fur, Cinderfoot is all muscle along his shoulders and haunches providing for strong grounding. One interesting thing about this ThunderClan tom is his feet. The pads of his paws were initially dark gray, not unlike his nose, but after literally walking through fire to try and save his apprentice, Cinderfoot's paw pads have been discolored in a marbled sort of fashion so that there is pink mixed in with the grey. [/classy]
[classy=title]personality[/classy][classy=text]To say the least, Cinderfoot is a laid back cat. He doesn't get bothered by much and tends to just roll with the flow of things. He doesn't think too far ahead, just sort of taking life as it come at him which can be both a good thing and a bad thing depending on the situation. Cinderfoot loves company and is often an active participant in patrols. He's one of those cats that can tolerate almost anyone. He might not really like them that much but he'll tolerate them for the sake of the clan. A big believer in standing united, Cinderfoot believes difficult loads are better carried by many instead of the one. Following this philosophy, he's often the first one to gently offer aid and sometimes even just help you whether you want him to or not. He does it with a purr and a smile, shrugging off thanks or complaints. Cinderfoot is, in this way, a very modest cat. He'll never be deputy, or at least never expect to be simply because he doesn't think himself much of a leader. In fact, he is much more content to be a follower and be given orders. It simply suits him better. Cinderfoot has a quiet, calm aura about him that can be good for a stressed or frantic cat, and almost seems infectious. It's his idea that it's hard to get wound up about things if you're the only one freaking out so Cinderfoot doesn't endorse such behavior. He'll take a good look at a situation and try to figure out how to handle it.
Far from a loner, this young tom loves company. Anyone's company. Cranky apprentice, confused elder, eager young warrior, anyone. He'll take any company over no company at all. In fact, he's found his insomnia and nightmare are more frequent on the nights when he sleeps further away from the clan so he often makes his nest near the middle of the warrior den just so that he's not alone. Unlike a lot of warriors, Cinderfoot can't wait to have his first apprentice. He figures this came from his own mentor's enthusiasm at having him as her first apprentice, it's made him eager to teach and show some young cat how to make the best of a life in ThunderClan. It loves helping apprentices though, even if they aren't his simply because he's an impulsively helpful cat. He almost can't help it, giving a tip here or there and sometimes just sitting and observing how other warriors train their apprentices. Each time an apprentice ceremony is called, he's on the tips of his paws, ready to spring up and agree to train some young cat.[/classy]
[classy=title]history[/classy][classy=text]Cinderkit and his siblings, Sparrowkit and Barkkit are the product of a young warrioress named Ashbird and a slightly older warrior named Oakstep. From a young age, Cinderkit was shown to have an agreeable personality. He was often the peacekeeper between his more aggressive siblings since Sparrowkit and Barkkit tended to argue and fuss at each other a lot. They liked to get each other's tails in a knot. Ashbird and Oakstep were always thankful that Cinderkit was so adept at untying the knots before anything blew out of proportion. That seemed to be his great gift in life, soothing over the hurts, arguments and grievances of those around him. Cinderkit was never found to be in a foul mood and was always up for playtime. He loved to laugh and wasn't immune to getting into trouble with his siblings when it came to teasing the elders though he was usually the first to apologize if a joke went too far. Cinderkit became Cinderpaw without much fuss and was given over to a wiry ginger she-cat named Poppyleaf to train. She was a bubbly, light-stepping, always on the sunny side sort of warrior and within days they were as thick as thieves. Poppyleaf developed Cinderpaw's stability, noting his great balance and fantastic ability to hold his ground in battle, teaching him to let his enemies come to him on his terms so he could control the tide of a fight. Cinderpaw lived in his mentor's shadow and did his best to do right by her since he was her first apprentice. He worked day and night, wanting nothing more than to make her proud.
When Cinderpaw as about twelve moons old, fire started in the northern part of the territory. Cinderpaw at the time was hunting with a friend, Featherpaw near where the fire started. The two got seperated in the smoke and by the time Cinderpaw found his friend, she'd been trapped, caught under a fallen branch. Cinderpaw ran across hot cinders and embers to get to her, giving him his characteristic paw pad discoloration. When a rescue patrol found them, Cinderpaw was greasy with soot, curled up around his dead friend. He'd managed to get the branch off of her but not save her. The smoke had nearly killed Cinderpaw and it took nearly a moon before his lungs and feet recovered to the medicine cat's satisfaction. When he was well again, Poppyleaf took him under her wing again to wrap up his training. She helped him through grieving for Featherpaw and brought back his good spirits in time for his warrior naming. He was called before the leader at a little over thirteen moons old to be the first from his litter to be made a warrior. The leader declared that Cinderpaw had earned his warrior name in trying to save Featherpaw. The leader named renamed Cinderpaw Cinderfoot, something that he wasn't all that comfortable with for a long while but gradually came to accept as his name. Now it doesn't bother him though he does sometimes miss Featherpaw and has a phobia of fire now. Often his more vivid nightmares are centered around her death and the choking smoke and fire.
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[tr][td][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,padding-top: 10px;][classy=title]appearance[/classy][classy=text]solid gray tom with green eyes
Unlike most gray felines, Cinderfoot is not a tabby. His pelt is a smooth, unbroken ash gray, almost like slate but with less of a blue tone to it. There isn't a speck of white on his belly, paws, chest or face, not even a tip to his tail. Instead he maintains his sleek gray feathers appearance and overall looks rather unimpressive. Cinderfoot his mossy green eyes that are friendly but very average. They aren't any outstanding shade, just like his pelt, but they suit him just fine. In size, Cinderfoot is again very average. He's got strong muscles banded along his haunches and shoulders to make him a powerful jumper, an alright climber and a strong enough warrior to hold his own in battle but he's not excessive. Really, it does sound boring but it's Cinderfoot and he likes himself just the way he is. Looking at his face you'll find a well defined face with a handsome muzzle, alert ears and a rather dark nose. He's not tall and wiry or stout and wide but Cinderfoot is sturdy to say the least. You can run at him headlong and crash into him and he'll manage to keep his footing if he's got the warning to brace himself. Under his sleek fur, Cinderfoot is all muscle along his shoulders and haunches providing for strong grounding. One interesting thing about this ThunderClan tom is his feet. The pads of his paws were initially dark gray, not unlike his nose, but after literally walking through fire to try and save his apprentice, Cinderfoot's paw pads have been discolored in a marbled sort of fashion so that there is pink mixed in with the grey. [/classy]
[classy=title]personality[/classy][classy=text]To say the least, Cinderfoot is a laid back cat. He doesn't get bothered by much and tends to just roll with the flow of things. He doesn't think too far ahead, just sort of taking life as it come at him which can be both a good thing and a bad thing depending on the situation. Cinderfoot loves company and is often an active participant in patrols. He's one of those cats that can tolerate almost anyone. He might not really like them that much but he'll tolerate them for the sake of the clan. A big believer in standing united, Cinderfoot believes difficult loads are better carried by many instead of the one. Following this philosophy, he's often the first one to gently offer aid and sometimes even just help you whether you want him to or not. He does it with a purr and a smile, shrugging off thanks or complaints. Cinderfoot is, in this way, a very modest cat. He'll never be deputy, or at least never expect to be simply because he doesn't think himself much of a leader. In fact, he is much more content to be a follower and be given orders. It simply suits him better. Cinderfoot has a quiet, calm aura about him that can be good for a stressed or frantic cat, and almost seems infectious. It's his idea that it's hard to get wound up about things if you're the only one freaking out so Cinderfoot doesn't endorse such behavior. He'll take a good look at a situation and try to figure out how to handle it.
Far from a loner, this young tom loves company. Anyone's company. Cranky apprentice, confused elder, eager young warrior, anyone. He'll take any company over no company at all. In fact, he's found his insomnia and nightmare are more frequent on the nights when he sleeps further away from the clan so he often makes his nest near the middle of the warrior den just so that he's not alone. Unlike a lot of warriors, Cinderfoot can't wait to have his first apprentice. He figures this came from his own mentor's enthusiasm at having him as her first apprentice, it's made him eager to teach and show some young cat how to make the best of a life in ThunderClan. It loves helping apprentices though, even if they aren't his simply because he's an impulsively helpful cat. He almost can't help it, giving a tip here or there and sometimes just sitting and observing how other warriors train their apprentices. Each time an apprentice ceremony is called, he's on the tips of his paws, ready to spring up and agree to train some young cat.[/classy]
[classy=title]history[/classy][classy=text]Cinderkit and his siblings, Sparrowkit and Barkkit are the product of a young warrioress named Ashbird and a slightly older warrior named Oakstep. From a young age, Cinderkit was shown to have an agreeable personality. He was often the peacekeeper between his more aggressive siblings since Sparrowkit and Barkkit tended to argue and fuss at each other a lot. They liked to get each other's tails in a knot. Ashbird and Oakstep were always thankful that Cinderkit was so adept at untying the knots before anything blew out of proportion. That seemed to be his great gift in life, soothing over the hurts, arguments and grievances of those around him. Cinderkit was never found to be in a foul mood and was always up for playtime. He loved to laugh and wasn't immune to getting into trouble with his siblings when it came to teasing the elders though he was usually the first to apologize if a joke went too far. Cinderkit became Cinderpaw without much fuss and was given over to a wiry ginger she-cat named Poppyleaf to train. She was a bubbly, light-stepping, always on the sunny side sort of warrior and within days they were as thick as thieves. Poppyleaf developed Cinderpaw's stability, noting his great balance and fantastic ability to hold his ground in battle, teaching him to let his enemies come to him on his terms so he could control the tide of a fight. Cinderpaw lived in his mentor's shadow and did his best to do right by her since he was her first apprentice. He worked day and night, wanting nothing more than to make her proud.
When Cinderpaw as about twelve moons old, fire started in the northern part of the territory. Cinderpaw at the time was hunting with a friend, Featherpaw near where the fire started. The two got seperated in the smoke and by the time Cinderpaw found his friend, she'd been trapped, caught under a fallen branch. Cinderpaw ran across hot cinders and embers to get to her, giving him his characteristic paw pad discoloration. When a rescue patrol found them, Cinderpaw was greasy with soot, curled up around his dead friend. He'd managed to get the branch off of her but not save her. The smoke had nearly killed Cinderpaw and it took nearly a moon before his lungs and feet recovered to the medicine cat's satisfaction. When he was well again, Poppyleaf took him under her wing again to wrap up his training. She helped him through grieving for Featherpaw and brought back his good spirits in time for his warrior naming. He was called before the leader at a little over thirteen moons old to be the first from his litter to be made a warrior. The leader declared that Cinderpaw had earned his warrior name in trying to save Featherpaw. The leader named renamed Cinderpaw Cinderfoot, something that he wasn't all that comfortable with for a long while but gradually came to accept as his name. Now it doesn't bother him though he does sometimes miss Featherpaw and has a phobia of fire now. Often his more vivid nightmares are centered around her death and the choking smoke and fire.
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