Post by moony on Aug 31, 2019 17:59:14 GMT -6
Cinderface
LichenClan
mottled she-cat with hazel eyes
medicine cat
she-cat
85 moons
Appearance
Cinderface is petite. Her body does not reflect its age because her small size gives her a young appearance. In fact, if an apprentice from RedwoodClan or ThistleClan were to happen upon Cinderface at a gathering they may mistake her for a fellow apprentice. Her body is also lithe and supple. She can bend and stretch without the dull ache of arthritis pulsing through her tendons.
Her fur is short. In the leaf-bare months, however, it thickens and lengthens out. The thickness provides warmth to Cinderface while the feathered lengthening provides her protection from the mist and water LichenClan cats tolerate daily.
Her pelt is colored with variegated shades of cream and black. The black patches are thickest at the various points of her body. Her paws and legs, tail, face, and ears all feature the deepest patches of blacks. Her body is lighter and the thickness of the cream strands has turned the black patches a lighter gray. In various places on her body a tabby pattern can be spied. The marbled colors of her pelt make the pattern difficult to discern at first glance. Vague stripes line her chest and sides. The barest traces of the tabby “M” can be spotted on her forehead.
The gray-scale quality of her pelt results in her hazel eyes to appear bright and piercing. The amber and green colors in her large orbs create an ombre effect. The purer shades of green begin at the top of her eyes and fade into a deeper amber-brown shade at the bottom. Her round face also sports bright white whiskers and the deepest black nose.
Her fur is short. In the leaf-bare months, however, it thickens and lengthens out. The thickness provides warmth to Cinderface while the feathered lengthening provides her protection from the mist and water LichenClan cats tolerate daily.
Her pelt is colored with variegated shades of cream and black. The black patches are thickest at the various points of her body. Her paws and legs, tail, face, and ears all feature the deepest patches of blacks. Her body is lighter and the thickness of the cream strands has turned the black patches a lighter gray. In various places on her body a tabby pattern can be spied. The marbled colors of her pelt make the pattern difficult to discern at first glance. Vague stripes line her chest and sides. The barest traces of the tabby “M” can be spotted on her forehead.
The gray-scale quality of her pelt results in her hazel eyes to appear bright and piercing. The amber and green colors in her large orbs create an ombre effect. The purer shades of green begin at the top of her eyes and fade into a deeper amber-brown shade at the bottom. Her round face also sports bright white whiskers and the deepest black nose.
Personality
Meticulous. Dutiful. Precise.
Rigid. Self-effacing.
Authoritarian. Religious. Ritualistic.
Escapist.
All of these are key elements to understanding Cinderface.
Cinderface’s mother, Icefoot, spent the nights in the nursery retelling stories of StarClan to her three kits. Cinderface would listen intently, rapt with her admiration of the powers her ancestors possessed. The tales instilled the young kit with a devotion to the spirits of StarClan. Her religious tendencies would affect her in many ways and continue grow more fanatic over the moons.
With louder and more rambunctious brothers, Cinderface grew up preferring to stay to the sidelines. She doesn’t like to draw attention to herself and can be found quietly listening to the conversations around her. She will give forth her thoughts and opinions when called upon, except regarding a few topics she considers to be an expert in. When it comes to things related to StarClan and healing, Cinderface expects to be listened and deferred to.
When duty calls, Cinderface is prepared. Not only with a kind smile and gentle words, but with knowledge and supplies. She is dutiful, precise, and meticulous. A peak into her den will reveal an organized trove of dried herbs and a well-stocked supply of moss and cobwebs. If she spies an apprentice lying around with no duties to attend, she will send them off to gather fresh supplies for her stores. As medicine cat she expects to be listened to, and her advice taken. It is perhaps a trait that can turn into a fault.
Cinderface’s greatest fault, however, is her tendency to escapism. It has been magnified through her history at the deaths of her family members. She cannot comprehend how she, as a devoted and talented medicine cat, can fail to heal. Rather than accept that there are some wounds that cannot be healed. Or accept that some sicknesses cannot be overcome. Instead she insists the fault is her lack of faith, or the lack of faith of the cat. In an effort make up for her lacking faith, the small pool of water in her den is littered with smooth pebbles and bits of beach glass and various other trinkets found in her herb gatherings. Offerings to StarClan, an attempt to let them know they are always on her mind.
Rigid. Self-effacing.
Authoritarian. Religious. Ritualistic.
Escapist.
All of these are key elements to understanding Cinderface.
Cinderface’s mother, Icefoot, spent the nights in the nursery retelling stories of StarClan to her three kits. Cinderface would listen intently, rapt with her admiration of the powers her ancestors possessed. The tales instilled the young kit with a devotion to the spirits of StarClan. Her religious tendencies would affect her in many ways and continue grow more fanatic over the moons.
With louder and more rambunctious brothers, Cinderface grew up preferring to stay to the sidelines. She doesn’t like to draw attention to herself and can be found quietly listening to the conversations around her. She will give forth her thoughts and opinions when called upon, except regarding a few topics she considers to be an expert in. When it comes to things related to StarClan and healing, Cinderface expects to be listened and deferred to.
When duty calls, Cinderface is prepared. Not only with a kind smile and gentle words, but with knowledge and supplies. She is dutiful, precise, and meticulous. A peak into her den will reveal an organized trove of dried herbs and a well-stocked supply of moss and cobwebs. If she spies an apprentice lying around with no duties to attend, she will send them off to gather fresh supplies for her stores. As medicine cat she expects to be listened to, and her advice taken. It is perhaps a trait that can turn into a fault.
Cinderface’s greatest fault, however, is her tendency to escapism. It has been magnified through her history at the deaths of her family members. She cannot comprehend how she, as a devoted and talented medicine cat, can fail to heal. Rather than accept that there are some wounds that cannot be healed. Or accept that some sicknesses cannot be overcome. Instead she insists the fault is her lack of faith, or the lack of faith of the cat. In an effort make up for her lacking faith, the small pool of water in her den is littered with smooth pebbles and bits of beach glass and various other trinkets found in her herb gatherings. Offerings to StarClan, an attempt to let them know they are always on her mind.
History
The summer had been dry. The Clans were praying for a storm to wash the dust away from their paws. The day that Cinderface was born, dark storm clouds were boiling on the horizon. As the clouds drew nearer, the rumble of thunder mixed with the labor pains of a pale she-cat.
Icefoot, a silver queen of LichenClan, stared at the approaching storm clouds as the medicine cat busied herself around the nursery. When Icefoot’s body rattled with contractions, the queen kept her bright amber eyes wide open. Her kits were coming with the rain. They came with the rain the clan had so desperately prayed for.
Thunder rumbled as the clouds rolled over the clan’s island home. The first kit was born.
With a crash of thunder, lightening ripped the sky and struck a tree outside the nursery. The second kit was born.
The tree erupted in flames, its dry wood succumbing to the heat of the lightening strike. As cats outside the nursery wailed in fear, the sky opened, and rain poured down. The tree, so quick to burn, was quick to be extinguished. A blackened trunk remained. The third kit was born.
These events inspired the names of Icefoot’s three kits. When their father, Stoneclaw, visited the den late that evening, Icefoot recounted the story as she named the kits.
“This will be Thunderkit, for the thunder that foretold the rain.”
“This will be Lighteningkit, for the lightening that opened the sky.”
“This will be Cinderkit, for the fire StarClan sent to remind us of their power.”
Stoneclaw remained silent. His respect for StarClan was great, but not fanatic like his mate’s. Shortly after the kits were born, Stoneclaw found a new mate. One who did not read more into natural events then there was to be read.
When the kits were old enough to wander out of the nursery the two eldest, Cinderkit’s brothers, filled their days with tussling and play-fighting, following apprentices around with a fever for warriorhood in their gaze.
Cinderkit, however, shied away from their antics. Her mother had filled her head with tales of StarClan’s power. On the days when her brothers would be craving the attention of apprentices and warriors, Cinderkit would slip into the medicine cat den. She felt a call to a more noble task. In many ways Cinderkit’s training began on these daily trips to the den. Some days she would walk in to see Hollythroat meditating, staring into a small pool of water that dripped out of a crack in the stone wall. “Its source is from the Mooncave” Hollythroat had explained to Cinderkit. “I always have StarClan to guide me. If you have faith, then you too can seek their guidance from this pool.”
At six moons of age, on the same day her brothers were apprenticed to warriors of LichenClan, Hollythroat took Cinderkit, now paw, as her own.
Many days Hollythroat would find Cinderpaw staring into the small pool in the dark of the medicine cat den. “My dear Cinderpaw,” Hollythroat would coo as she padded closer to her apprentice “It’s good to seek the guidance of StarClan. But do not let your skills with herbs and healing suffer. StarClan can only guide us, we still have to act.”
Cinderpaw applied herself diligently to her studies. Memorizing the various herbs and their uses. Assisting Hollythroat with the various injuries that came up. Nothing severe. Nothing to really test Cinderpaw’s skills as a medicine cat. Until the day her mother was brought into camp with her stomach gouged open. The patrol had been ambushed at the border along the Mooncave. Cinderpaw was frozen until the sharp tongue of her mentor brought her to the present. With a list of herbs and a demand for cobwebs, Cinderpaw hurried to obey. Her mind was focused on her task at hand. Her mind never thought of StarClan. Her eyes never passed over the still pool of water in the den.
Late that night Icefoot drew her last breath. While Cinderpaw stood vigil with her brothers, her mind frantically searched for a reason why her mother had not survived. She had been diligent in her task. She had used the right herbs, bandaged the wound tightly with clean cobwebs. But her mother had still passed. Her mother, so faithful to StarClan, had been taken from her.
Then Cinderpaw realized what she had done wrong. Hadn’t her mother always taught her that StarClan had powers beyond what the clans could imagine? StarClan was upset at Cinderpaw. She had relied too much on her own knowledge. She should have relied on StarClan more. If she had only paused for a moment to pray at the little pool in the medicine cat den, perhaps StarClan would have saved Icefoot instead of taking her away.
No. Not perhaps. If she had trusted and relied on StarClan as she should of, her mother would be recovering from her wounds and not growing cold on the ground in front of her children.
A moon after her mother’s death, Cinderpaw was named Cinderface. Hollythroat continued mentoring her protegee but knew that soon her age would call her to StarClan, and so wished to prepare her student.
That same day, Cinderface’s brothers were also made full warriors. Thunderpelt and Lightningclaw. While her brothers stood vigil in the camp, Cinderface stood vigil by the pool in her den.
When Cinderface and her brothers were thirty-two moons, the deputy of LichenClan – Smokemask - was killed in battle. Cinderface watched as Smokemask’s daughter, Minnowleap, lead a group of warriors to retaliate against RedwoodClan. The group contained her two brothers. Although Hollythroat shook her head in dismay, Cinderface prayed before the pool in her den. She prayed that StarClan would grant them success in their mission.
The prayer was granted.
Just two moons after Smokemask’s death, Hollythroat passed peacefully in her sleep. Cinderface prayed for StarClan to forgive her mentor’s lack of true faith. Cinderface had believed her mentor lacked true belief in StarClan ever since her mother’s death.
A few moons later, an attack by the RedwoodClan forest took the life of Cinderface’s brother, Lightningclaw. He was dead when the wearied patrol return to camp. Cinderface felt unbalanced as she and Thunderpelt cleaned their brother’s grimy pelt. She had always prayed for StarClan to watch over her brothers when they went on patrol. Had she remembered to pray when Lightningclaw left the camp earlier that afternoon? She couldn’t remember pausing to gaze into the still pool in her den. She had been so focused on the kits Stoneclaw’s mate had given birth to that morning.
She had forgotten to pray to StarClan.
Thunderpelt was the only family she had left. She refused to acknowledge her father and her half siblings. He had disowned them. She would ensure her brother’s safety by increasing her devotion to StarClan. It was her duty as medicine cat to stay faithful. It was her duty as Thunderpelt’s sister to ensure his safety with her prayers.
Minnowleap was appointed deputy when Cinderface was forty-two moons. Cinderface knew that Minnowleap was the best choice. Her devotion to StarClan was evident. Cinderface was confident that StarClan would guide the she-cat. When the leader passed two moons later, Cinderface willingly accepted Minnowleap’s demand to travel to the Mooncave alone. Cinderface believed with all her heart that StarClan was guiding her leader. She had complete faith that Minnowleap would never lead LichenClan astray.
Shortly after Minnowleap had returned as Minnowstar, a wave of greencough swept through the clan. When Cinderface’s brother Thunderpelt came down with the sickness, Cinderface trusted in her remedies. They had healed all the other sick. They would heal her brother too. But rather than recovering, his cough grew worse. Cinderface could not understand why the remedy that had healed all the others was not healing her brother. She gave him dose after dose, constantly checking on him. He was the only family she had left. He had to survive.
It wasn’t until he drew his last breath that Cinderface stared at her paws, horror-struck.
She had not prayed at her little pool.
She had failed her brother with her lack of faith.
She would have to be stronger in her faith.
She had to be.
IC History Updates:
- During a clan meeting, Cinderface condemns the actions of her Clanmate, Nightclaw for speaking out against the decisions of Minnowstar.
- After a RedwoodClan patrol was spotted in LichenClan territory, Cinderface accompanied Minnowstar and Hemlockheart to meet Finchstar. Finchstar approached Minnowstar with a plea for peace between the two Clans. Cinderface affirmed that LichenClan only acted in devotion to their starry ancestors.
- Cinderface takes on an apprentice, Briarpaw.
- Ratwhisker, accompanied by ThistleClan deputy Hawktail, seeks out Cinderface for advice and instruction since his training as medicine cat was incomplete. But the meeting does not go as Ratwhisker hoped. Despite her conscious pricking her to give better instruction and help to the lanky tom, Cinderface could not rise above her belief that ThistleClan were heathens that displeased StarClan. She settled with giving the tom what advice she could in that singular meeting, and then left him to wallow in his ignorance.
- During the Gathering chaos breaks out when a stranger, young Hemlock from the Tribe of Floating Stones, bursts into the clearing. Startled black birds fly across the sky, and one flies into Minnowstar's face. Cinderface interprets this as an omen of evil, and agrees that the black tom should not be trusted. Her apprentice speaks out against her, and calls for them to help the frightened cat. Infuriated, Cinderface silences her apprentice before they leave with the rest of LichenClan to return to their camp. Minnowstar plans to attack RedwoodClan at dawn to rid the Clans of the evil that had arrived, and Cinderface silently agrees with her leader.
- As a battle patrol left to attack RedwoodClan, Minnowstar sends Quickstrike and Briarpaw to Cinderface to receive punishment for their misdeeds at the Gathering the previous night. Cinderface instructs the two in a confession ceremony at the Moon Cave, informing them that only true devotion to StarClan would keep them safe from illness, and therefore only true confession and repentance would motivate the starry ancestors to protect them. Cinderface, accusing herself of failing in her duty to StarClan, atones in the Moon Cave alongside her two Clanmates.
- Cinderface instructs Briarpaw in the care and use in their rarest herb, Lungwort, which only grows in LichenClan territory.
- The Half Moon turns political when the medicine cat's of the three Clans arrive at the Moon Cave to find the entrance blocked by LichenClan warriors. Cinderface does not object to the warriors purpose at the cave, and when Briarpaw speaks out against the inappropriateness of the situation an infuriated Cinderface sent her apprentice back to camp. While Briarpaw conspires with Orchidshade and Ratwhisker, Cinderface dreams fitfully at the sacred pool. An ominous vision of a dead and bloody Minnowstar leaves Cinderface even more certain of the evil the Tribe represented to LichenClan and their duty to their stary ancestors.
- Cinderface meets with Minnowstar to inform her leader of her vision at the Moon Cave the night before and her interpretation of its meaning.
- Cinderface attends the birth of Shadowface's first litter.
- When Minnowstar decides to lead LichenClan to the Moon Cave for a mass baptism instead of the gathering at the full moon, Cinderface informs Briarpaw of the change. The apprentice medicine cat manages to convince Cinderface that she should attend the gathering with Hemlockheart to be a representative of StarClan to the other clans.
Icefoot, a silver queen of LichenClan, stared at the approaching storm clouds as the medicine cat busied herself around the nursery. When Icefoot’s body rattled with contractions, the queen kept her bright amber eyes wide open. Her kits were coming with the rain. They came with the rain the clan had so desperately prayed for.
Thunder rumbled as the clouds rolled over the clan’s island home. The first kit was born.
With a crash of thunder, lightening ripped the sky and struck a tree outside the nursery. The second kit was born.
The tree erupted in flames, its dry wood succumbing to the heat of the lightening strike. As cats outside the nursery wailed in fear, the sky opened, and rain poured down. The tree, so quick to burn, was quick to be extinguished. A blackened trunk remained. The third kit was born.
These events inspired the names of Icefoot’s three kits. When their father, Stoneclaw, visited the den late that evening, Icefoot recounted the story as she named the kits.
“This will be Thunderkit, for the thunder that foretold the rain.”
“This will be Lighteningkit, for the lightening that opened the sky.”
“This will be Cinderkit, for the fire StarClan sent to remind us of their power.”
Stoneclaw remained silent. His respect for StarClan was great, but not fanatic like his mate’s. Shortly after the kits were born, Stoneclaw found a new mate. One who did not read more into natural events then there was to be read.
When the kits were old enough to wander out of the nursery the two eldest, Cinderkit’s brothers, filled their days with tussling and play-fighting, following apprentices around with a fever for warriorhood in their gaze.
Cinderkit, however, shied away from their antics. Her mother had filled her head with tales of StarClan’s power. On the days when her brothers would be craving the attention of apprentices and warriors, Cinderkit would slip into the medicine cat den. She felt a call to a more noble task. In many ways Cinderkit’s training began on these daily trips to the den. Some days she would walk in to see Hollythroat meditating, staring into a small pool of water that dripped out of a crack in the stone wall. “Its source is from the Mooncave” Hollythroat had explained to Cinderkit. “I always have StarClan to guide me. If you have faith, then you too can seek their guidance from this pool.”
At six moons of age, on the same day her brothers were apprenticed to warriors of LichenClan, Hollythroat took Cinderkit, now paw, as her own.
Many days Hollythroat would find Cinderpaw staring into the small pool in the dark of the medicine cat den. “My dear Cinderpaw,” Hollythroat would coo as she padded closer to her apprentice “It’s good to seek the guidance of StarClan. But do not let your skills with herbs and healing suffer. StarClan can only guide us, we still have to act.”
Cinderpaw applied herself diligently to her studies. Memorizing the various herbs and their uses. Assisting Hollythroat with the various injuries that came up. Nothing severe. Nothing to really test Cinderpaw’s skills as a medicine cat. Until the day her mother was brought into camp with her stomach gouged open. The patrol had been ambushed at the border along the Mooncave. Cinderpaw was frozen until the sharp tongue of her mentor brought her to the present. With a list of herbs and a demand for cobwebs, Cinderpaw hurried to obey. Her mind was focused on her task at hand. Her mind never thought of StarClan. Her eyes never passed over the still pool of water in the den.
Late that night Icefoot drew her last breath. While Cinderpaw stood vigil with her brothers, her mind frantically searched for a reason why her mother had not survived. She had been diligent in her task. She had used the right herbs, bandaged the wound tightly with clean cobwebs. But her mother had still passed. Her mother, so faithful to StarClan, had been taken from her.
Then Cinderpaw realized what she had done wrong. Hadn’t her mother always taught her that StarClan had powers beyond what the clans could imagine? StarClan was upset at Cinderpaw. She had relied too much on her own knowledge. She should have relied on StarClan more. If she had only paused for a moment to pray at the little pool in the medicine cat den, perhaps StarClan would have saved Icefoot instead of taking her away.
No. Not perhaps. If she had trusted and relied on StarClan as she should of, her mother would be recovering from her wounds and not growing cold on the ground in front of her children.
A moon after her mother’s death, Cinderpaw was named Cinderface. Hollythroat continued mentoring her protegee but knew that soon her age would call her to StarClan, and so wished to prepare her student.
That same day, Cinderface’s brothers were also made full warriors. Thunderpelt and Lightningclaw. While her brothers stood vigil in the camp, Cinderface stood vigil by the pool in her den.
When Cinderface and her brothers were thirty-two moons, the deputy of LichenClan – Smokemask - was killed in battle. Cinderface watched as Smokemask’s daughter, Minnowleap, lead a group of warriors to retaliate against RedwoodClan. The group contained her two brothers. Although Hollythroat shook her head in dismay, Cinderface prayed before the pool in her den. She prayed that StarClan would grant them success in their mission.
The prayer was granted.
Just two moons after Smokemask’s death, Hollythroat passed peacefully in her sleep. Cinderface prayed for StarClan to forgive her mentor’s lack of true faith. Cinderface had believed her mentor lacked true belief in StarClan ever since her mother’s death.
A few moons later, an attack by the RedwoodClan forest took the life of Cinderface’s brother, Lightningclaw. He was dead when the wearied patrol return to camp. Cinderface felt unbalanced as she and Thunderpelt cleaned their brother’s grimy pelt. She had always prayed for StarClan to watch over her brothers when they went on patrol. Had she remembered to pray when Lightningclaw left the camp earlier that afternoon? She couldn’t remember pausing to gaze into the still pool in her den. She had been so focused on the kits Stoneclaw’s mate had given birth to that morning.
She had forgotten to pray to StarClan.
Thunderpelt was the only family she had left. She refused to acknowledge her father and her half siblings. He had disowned them. She would ensure her brother’s safety by increasing her devotion to StarClan. It was her duty as medicine cat to stay faithful. It was her duty as Thunderpelt’s sister to ensure his safety with her prayers.
Minnowleap was appointed deputy when Cinderface was forty-two moons. Cinderface knew that Minnowleap was the best choice. Her devotion to StarClan was evident. Cinderface was confident that StarClan would guide the she-cat. When the leader passed two moons later, Cinderface willingly accepted Minnowleap’s demand to travel to the Mooncave alone. Cinderface believed with all her heart that StarClan was guiding her leader. She had complete faith that Minnowleap would never lead LichenClan astray.
Shortly after Minnowleap had returned as Minnowstar, a wave of greencough swept through the clan. When Cinderface’s brother Thunderpelt came down with the sickness, Cinderface trusted in her remedies. They had healed all the other sick. They would heal her brother too. But rather than recovering, his cough grew worse. Cinderface could not understand why the remedy that had healed all the others was not healing her brother. She gave him dose after dose, constantly checking on him. He was the only family she had left. He had to survive.
It wasn’t until he drew his last breath that Cinderface stared at her paws, horror-struck.
She had not prayed at her little pool.
She had failed her brother with her lack of faith.
She would have to be stronger in her faith.
She had to be.
IC History Updates:
- During a clan meeting, Cinderface condemns the actions of her Clanmate, Nightclaw for speaking out against the decisions of Minnowstar.
- After a RedwoodClan patrol was spotted in LichenClan territory, Cinderface accompanied Minnowstar and Hemlockheart to meet Finchstar. Finchstar approached Minnowstar with a plea for peace between the two Clans. Cinderface affirmed that LichenClan only acted in devotion to their starry ancestors.
- Cinderface takes on an apprentice, Briarpaw.
- Ratwhisker, accompanied by ThistleClan deputy Hawktail, seeks out Cinderface for advice and instruction since his training as medicine cat was incomplete. But the meeting does not go as Ratwhisker hoped. Despite her conscious pricking her to give better instruction and help to the lanky tom, Cinderface could not rise above her belief that ThistleClan were heathens that displeased StarClan. She settled with giving the tom what advice she could in that singular meeting, and then left him to wallow in his ignorance.
- During the Gathering chaos breaks out when a stranger, young Hemlock from the Tribe of Floating Stones, bursts into the clearing. Startled black birds fly across the sky, and one flies into Minnowstar's face. Cinderface interprets this as an omen of evil, and agrees that the black tom should not be trusted. Her apprentice speaks out against her, and calls for them to help the frightened cat. Infuriated, Cinderface silences her apprentice before they leave with the rest of LichenClan to return to their camp. Minnowstar plans to attack RedwoodClan at dawn to rid the Clans of the evil that had arrived, and Cinderface silently agrees with her leader.
- As a battle patrol left to attack RedwoodClan, Minnowstar sends Quickstrike and Briarpaw to Cinderface to receive punishment for their misdeeds at the Gathering the previous night. Cinderface instructs the two in a confession ceremony at the Moon Cave, informing them that only true devotion to StarClan would keep them safe from illness, and therefore only true confession and repentance would motivate the starry ancestors to protect them. Cinderface, accusing herself of failing in her duty to StarClan, atones in the Moon Cave alongside her two Clanmates.
- Cinderface instructs Briarpaw in the care and use in their rarest herb, Lungwort, which only grows in LichenClan territory.
- The Half Moon turns political when the medicine cat's of the three Clans arrive at the Moon Cave to find the entrance blocked by LichenClan warriors. Cinderface does not object to the warriors purpose at the cave, and when Briarpaw speaks out against the inappropriateness of the situation an infuriated Cinderface sent her apprentice back to camp. While Briarpaw conspires with Orchidshade and Ratwhisker, Cinderface dreams fitfully at the sacred pool. An ominous vision of a dead and bloody Minnowstar leaves Cinderface even more certain of the evil the Tribe represented to LichenClan and their duty to their stary ancestors.
- Cinderface meets with Minnowstar to inform her leader of her vision at the Moon Cave the night before and her interpretation of its meaning.
- Cinderface attends the birth of Shadowface's first litter.
- When Minnowstar decides to lead LichenClan to the Moon Cave for a mass baptism instead of the gathering at the full moon, Cinderface informs Briarpaw of the change. The apprentice medicine cat manages to convince Cinderface that she should attend the gathering with Hemlockheart to be a representative of StarClan to the other clans.
