Post by Dreamer on Apr 1, 2018 0:21:39 GMT
Cinderstar  the basics name • Cinderkit, Cinderpaw, Cinderflower. nickname • Moira is her secret name, which her closest friends and family call her. age • 46 moons gender • Female sexuality • Bisexual / Biromantic rank • Leader the looks short description • Smoke tortie with low white and lemon yellow eyes. body type• Foreign overall looks • Cinderstar is an odd cat. She’s not as big and fluffy as a Firthclan cat, nor as small and compact as Moorclan cat. She seems to stand in something of a middle ground, with lovely long silky fur on her tail and around her face and part of her neck, but slender and delicate around her legs and body. Not too delicate to keep her from doing her job, but certainly some cats would underestimate her. She uses this to her advantage more and more as time goes on. Her face is fairly triangular, with straight almost pointy ears and a lovely pink nose. Her paw pads follow the same color as her nose, except for a few paw pads on her back paws, which are grey because of the tortie patches reaching them. Her pelt is about 60% percent smoke tortoiseshell, with rippling greys in a few places almost black, with flecks and veins of ginger and cream, the rest is white, from her front haws to her neck, to part of her face, down her belly and part of her hind legs. The last but most expressive feature, are her lovely soft yellow eyes, like beams of sunlight, and just like the sun, they can be hard to look at when filled with righteous anger. the personality likes - Naps - Playing games with Kits - The taste of shrew - Chatting with the elders and queens dislikes - Confrontation - Fishy prey - Bright sunlight -Lies strengths - Handling stressful situations without cracking - Genuine kindness and empathy weaknesses - Not gonna lie she’s salty about the other clans, especially Moorclan, she does not trust them - Sometimes lets herself get walked on because she prefers a peaceful interaction to being really assertive dreams - To one day retire and spend her last moons caring for kits as she had once planned to do. fears (one plus) - That she will fail her clan as monarch overall personality • Cinder has always wanted to follow a path as a queen. Unlike her brother, who knew he was destined for the position of monarch, she was quieter and more passive. That doesnt mean she doesnt know how to manipulate others, she was still taught the necessaries of being a monarch by her mother. She learned the old codes of law, the way to go toe to toe with faeries and the other clans, and how to twist their words in a way which would benefit her. She used it as a way to shut down disputes, learned how to debate in a way which allowed her to present her information and point out the flaws in the opposing cats argument. Her brother used it to extract promises from others, solidify his power in the clan. Cinder enjoyed the joy which came from teaching, guiding the youngest cats in the clan, watching them grow up. She learned a great deal of patience, being the second best child, but it honestly never bothered her. She liked where she was, it was her place, her choice to care for kits. Why be in the limelight of power in a clan when you could instead love and care for the young of the clan, who would in turn remember and respect you for the rest of their lives? Compared to some queens she is a bit permissive, she really didnt like saying no to kits. But they also knew her boundaries, and learned well not to cross them. For if they did, not only would they hurt Cinder deeply, she would be forced to scold them and show them the consequences of their actions. But she was merciful, and where many queens would have become frustrated or stressed by the kits antics, Cinder tried her best to keep up, to show sympathy, and then also to show kits that with decisions came consequences. If they made bad decisions they would have to face the consequences. She thought it the best way to teach responsibility. However, ever since her becoming monarch things have had to change. Where she would normally have been willing to simply advise on matters, and care for her clan from her place, now she was in the spotlight. Her patience did her well, after dealing with squabbling warriors (honestly sometimes they acted more immature than the kits she cared for). But she found herself struggling to take control. So, she has begun to harden herself, harden her heart. Some part of her buried deep away remembered how her mother acted, how regal, commanding. She was monarch after all, she would be listened to. Hopefully she wouldnt have to fight her own clan but she supposed that maybe it was time her clan, her warriors, began to learn consequences like her kits did. the history mother • Monarch Ashstar, Luath of Pineclan, black smoke with amber eyes, deceased at 98 moons father • Consort Vetchcloud, Dithean of Pineclan, Red mackerel tabby with low white and hazel eyes, 102 moons siblings • Heir Cormorantfang, Sealladh of Pineclan, Black tom with low white and hazel eyes, deceased at 40 moons other important people • -Mentor: Rainflower of Pineclan, 75 moons -Kits: Pansy-- of Pineclan 26 moons, 3 kits overall history • Ashstar became monarch at a young age. Not the youngest of course, but neither the oldest. Some in her clan thought her idealism was troubling, but she was young, hungry, and ready for change. She decided that instead of fighting little skirmishes all over the place as her father had done, she would instead build a strong base in her own clan. She abandoned the overly aggressive pushing of borders, and began to ensure her clan was strong, well trained, well prepared, and well fed. Her consort Vetchcloud, was helpful in this. While she was out in the territory organizing things to her desire, or training apprentices, or recruiting new cats, he would be in camp, ensuring that the sick and elders were cared for, that the kits were behaving and learning and practicing. It was a good partnership, if not an overly romantic one. During those first several seasons, the clan grew as outsiders saw the change, and the prosperity. They wanted in on the better life that Pineclan presented, and Ashstar obliged. She was slowly growing a power base, showing them what happened when a clan was united and used their resources in a useful way. One of the new members to join Pineclan was a tom who would come to be named Foxfoot. He was quick on his feet, but also quick with his tongue. He intrigued Ashstar, with his nonchalant ways. A charming sneaky one. He at first seemed to have very few good words on any of the clans, although that quickly changed, at least towards Pineclan, after he joined. It was an odd relationship, and a slow building one, but it became very clear to the clan that romantic feelings were shared. There was no prohibition towards the monarch enjoying the company of another cat, although it would have been preferred if she were to bear Vetchcloud's kits, him being chosen for his position by the merit of his work. Still it was an awkward situation. Eventually it escalated to a dangerous place when Ashstar began shirking her duties. Vetchcloud, patient, quiet, gentle tom that he was, was forced to confront her. That day he was firmer than he had ever been before, and he stood before her tirade without budging a whiskers length. Why couldnt she have one thing that made her happy, when she sacrificed everything else for the clan? And other more whiny excuses. Eventually he calmly pushed back. There was no one saying she coulldnt spend time with him, but there was a difference between that and leaving her duties hanging, her clan struggling to figure out what to do. She didnt even have heirs, for Starclan's sake! The clan was right to be worried. What if she got hurt, or decided to run off with Foxfoot? She was the monarch, she had brought the clan together. What would they do without her? His calm and gentle reassurance won her over eventually, and she agreed to scale it back. She also agreed to work on the heir issue. He was right of course, and she secretly hoped that once she had kits and heirs she might be more free to do as she wished. The continuity of the clan would be safe at that point after all. But it would not be that simple. She went to speak with Foxfoot one day to discuss things with him, and caught him meeting with a strange cat. A Moorclan cat. She only heard snatches of their conversation, but it was enough to send her in a rage. Ashstar had been tricked and betrayed. Foxfoot was a Moorclan spy. Ashstar quickly rounded up a group of cats and dragged Foxfoot back to camp. There he faced judgement by the monarch. He tried to manipulate her, calling on their relationship, their bond, claiming it was slander. She didnt believe him, and instead chose the only path she believed was safe. The only thing that Moorclan would accept, a show of strength. Foxfoot was exectued. All the time he begged, he pled, he cried mercy.But he faced a stone wall, a cat broken and hurt and reacting in the only way they knew how, protecting themselves and their loved ones. They brought Foxfoot's body close to the border, but did not give it to Moorclan, instead they left it open to the air, so it was torn and taken by scavengers. A Moorclan patrol witnessed the event, and though it did prove to be a powerful statement, Ashstar underestimated how ready the clan was to fight. She could barely understand, after all, he'd been a part of Pineclan for many moons already, why would they mourn him so? Well she supposed exposing him to the sky was not a helpful way to deal with it, but at the time she was too hurt and broken to react accordingly. Moorclan did not take the message well. Things instantly became tense between the two clans, and small skirmishes and shouting matches broke out nearly every time border patrols met. The clans were getting out of control. Of course at this point Ashstar discovered she was pregnant. Vetchcloud was glad, because it meant that there would be heirs in the clan now, a new generation to raise to take on the mantle of leading. Her pregnancy however made it dangerous for her to got out and fight. But one day, just as she began to show, she went out on patrol with her clanmates as a way of bolstering their strength and reinforcing their position. Of course it turned out that that day Moorclan ambushed the Pineclan patrol. Ashstar took serious wounds, and Pineclan retaliated with vicious ferocity. both sides took casualties, but the fighting was cut short in order to rush Ashstar back to camp. The whole clan was on edge, terrified that their monarch would lose her kits. But thanks to the blessing of Devas, she recovered, and managed to keep her kits. The incident breathed new life and hatred into Pineclan, and they were far more brutal in their next few attacks against moorclan. Eventually, Ashstar recovered, and called her clan to a meeting. She told them that during her recovery she had spent a lot of time thinking, and after hearing Vetchcloud's reports, believed that the original intent had been achieved. Now she would offer a truce to Moorclan. So a messenger was sent to Moorclan, to call the leader and second to the gathering place. That night, the two parties met. Although both had brought along a contingent of warriors for safety, it seemed that the prevailing mood was that of just being tired. So tired. They came to a agreement, while Ashstar reigned, no more spies would be sent to Pineclan. If the agreement was broken Pineclan would go to war once again, and not stop until Moorclan had been decimated. While the leader of Moorclan was hesitant to agree, they eventually did. Pineclan's larger numbers and access to more resources had made it very difficult to fight them in a long war of attrition. With the truce settled, and Pineclan safe for a time from Moorclan's schemes, Ashstar returned to her clan, exhausted but satisfied. She would not have a break however, as the moment she stepped paw into camp, her contractions started. She was about to give birth. She was hastily rushed to her den, followed by Vetchcloud, and one of the nurses. The labor was difficult, compounded by her exhaustion and previous wounds. Though she survived, she lost two kits in the process, and was severely weakened. Her two living kits, a tortoiseshell girl and a black tom, were thankfully healthy. This is where Cinder's story truly starts. Cinderkit remembers her early moons fondly, with a warm if unsure mother, and very caring and involved father. Her father was actually the one to give Cinder her secret name, while Ashstar gave her brother his. Even at that point Cormorantkit was favored as heir, but Cinder didnt know or understand it wuite yet. But as they approached the time when Cinder and her brother were to be weaned, she noticed her mother growing restless. She had spent their earliest moons recovering from her dangerous kitting, but now she wanted to be up, out, and about. As soon as Cinder was weaned, Ashstar was gone, handing the kits over to the nurses to be cared for and resuming her duties as leader. For nearly half a moon, Cinder and her brother barely saw their mother as she gloried in her opportunity to be out doing her duties once more. In that time, Vetchcloud stepped in, checking on the young siblings and showing them the affection that they weren't quite getting from their business-like mother. Vetchcloud's interest and attention greatly impacted Cinderkit, she would always consider herself to love him the most of her parents, and followed him around the camp, as well as took after him in personality. She wanted to be like him in every way. This ended up being to her advantage, because Cormorantkit was the opposite. He was everything you expect of a rambunctious kit, following the warriors, pestering his mother, trying to get apprentices to teach him some of their moves. he was far quicker at catching onto his importance to the clan too, and would often use his positions as son of the Monarch to finagle another cat into doing something for him. He liked the power that it gave him. Of course, Ashstar had words with him frequently, but ultimately she preferred his spirit and assertive nature to Cinder's quiet contentment. Where Cormorant took his position for granted and used it to his advantage, Cinder saw it as a responsibility, one which she would reluctantly take up, but would gladly give to her brother. Cinder preferred to talk to the elders, hear their stories about the clan and its history. Or follow her father around and see how he cared for the cats and the camp. This interest in the elders and clan history meant that she was the first to hear about the truce with Moorclan, as well as the rumors surrounding the whole affair. Even as a kit she heard the rumors. A coincidence, wasnt it, that Ashstar's litter was born almost exactly two months after she ended her interest with Foxfoot, and then had him executed. Hmm very odd. It certainly was convenient that Vetchcloud happened to have such a similar pelt to Foxfoot too. Cinderkit refused to give these rumors any attention. She knew Vecthcloud was her father, and stuck by him no matter what. Of course there was always that niggling fear deep within her, but she buried it so deep she nearly forgot about it completely. With the way things were going, it was no surprise how Cinderkit's apprenticeship worked out. She and Cormorantpaw studied with their mother instead of the smaller group of mentors for the first few moons, and Ashstar approved of how both heirs pursued their niches. Although she preferred Cormorant's style, she couldnt deny Cinder's approach, sicne Vetchcloud was invaluable to her. However when their mother had passed on what knowledge they needed as heirs, they were to be apprenticed to other mentors. Cinderpaw was given Rainflower as a mentor, who helped her learn how to hunt, and fight, and then helped her hone her knowledge and skills for caring for kits, as well as ample experience doing so. It wasn't like she was isolated as an apprentice, but having missed out a little on the early moons of group training, it became harder for her to form as many meaningful friendships, particularly with her brother using his position as heir with so much force as he did. But she still had some friends, and she enjoyed the comraderie with them, even though she mostly spent time with very different cats than her own brother did. No one was surprised when Cinderpaw became Cinderflower, and threw herself with great relish into her warrior life. There are a stretch of a few moons when there were no kits in the nursery, so Cinder spent more time with her peers doing regular warrior things, or helping out with the elders. It was good for her, allowing her to use her youthful energy in a good way. Eventually she met the cat with whom she clicked the most. Although she wasn't the most likely heir, she was encouraged to find that one cat who could potentially be her consort. So she did. They became her closest friend and confidant throughout the moons. While her brother enjoyed his time preparing to succeed Ashstar, Cinderflower enjoyed her time as a nurse. However she wanted her own kits. So she approached the cat who she would have counted as her consort, and asked if he would be willing to help her have a litter. He obliged, and soon Cinderflower was pregnant. Unfortunately Cinderflower faced complications. Her pregnancy was difficult, and she gave birth prematurely, losing all but one kit. Ashstar blamed it on her own injuries and difficut birth, which might have impacted Cinderflower's internal structure. Cinderflower was absolutely heartbroken, but did her best to raise her only daughter in a loving and caring way. However, she made the decision then. No more kits. She couldnt risk the same heartache. Her daughter, Pansykit, grew out of the original weakness and sickness, though she would never be as big as some of the cats her age. but she didnt let that stop her. She was almost a force of nature, string willed, energetic, charismatic. She captured the hearts of most of the clan. Ashstar even joked that had she been born instead of Cinder, Pansy would have likely been her successor. Cormorantfang didnt like that. But for Cinderflower, watching her daughter grow up to be love and appreciated by all the clan, she couldnt be more happy. Even if her daughter outshone her sometimes. Her life was going peacefully, when tragedy struck Pineclan. Three cats disappeared from Pineclan, all from the same place, all at different times. Ashstar organized the entire clan into a massive hunt for the cats, employing the best trackers. Cinderflower remained behind in charge of camp, ensuring that kits and younger apprentices, as well as the older elders were safe. To everyone's dismay, no evidence of their loss could be found. The cats were well and truly gone. After that things just got worse. Ashstar fell sick, and Cormorantfang began taking over much of her duties. When she passed away, everything was set for Cormorantfang to take her place. Cinderflower was content to remain in her capacity as nurse. But before Cormorantfang could officially become monarch, he went out into the territory with his consort. And didnt return. He and his consort were found dead, stinking of so many scents it was hard to pinpoint any of them. The clan was outraged, but there was no way to prove exactly who did it. Instead Cinderflower suddenly found herself thrust into a position of authority, one which she had not been seeking. She and her consort were made Monarch the next day, and she was caarefully guarded until the blessing was transferred to her. Together with Vetchcloud, they began to plan for what Cinderflower's leadership would look like. She wasnt ready, none of this had been part of her life's plan. Pansyflower now found herself in a position as a potential heir. But she, like her mother, wanted nothing to do with it. She liked her life as it was. So Cinderstar tried what she had told herself she would never try again. She would try to have another litter of kits. Unlike the previous litter everything went smoothly, possibly due to Devas' blessing. And three healthy kits were born. Now as Cinderstar transitions into ruling her clan, she is beset by worry and fear. How did her brother die? Could she train her kits, and protect them and herself? So many questions she has only just begun to have the answers for. the genes basic appearance • Smoke tortie with low white and lemon yellow eyes. dominant genes• Silver, one white spotting. recessive genes • Long hair, mackerel (carrying classic), colorpoint, the role player ooc name • Dreamer experience • 7 years other characters • 1st character |