Cinderfeather

ThistleClan

A pretty blue broken tabby she cat with a white heart on her chest and leaf green eyes

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Cinderfeather is a rather average sized she cat. Not too big, not too small, she’s practically smack dab in the middle, standing at 8.5”. However, what she lacks in size and shape, she definitely makes up for in looks.

Cinderfeather is a dainty, beautiful she cat. She’s not frail looking by any means, but she just looks unfit for battle. Which she kind of is. She’s very light, which means that it’s easy for her to get knocked around. Sure she can hold her own, but her light frame makes it so she is usually bruised up after the fights. She looks like she’d be much more suited for, say, a medicine cat role or a queen role. The second of which is something that has always been an appealing option for her.

Cinderfeather is an absolutely gorgeous blue broken tabby she cat. Her markings vary across her body. In a few spots, her markings appear as legitimate spots. In others, they’re the broken lines that are a trademark of the pattern. Her face is where her patterns and markings become interesting.

Her eyes are lined with white. In fact, it looks like she’s wearing white eyeliner. Her chin is white, but the white does not continue to her neck. Instead, she has a white, heart shaped patch directly in the middle of her chest. Her underbelly is a bit lighter than the rest of her pelt, but it’s not too light. Her back legs have white stockings on them, ending halfway up her Hong legs. Her front right paw is completely white, where as her front left paw only has white on the toes. Her tail looks like it had been dipped in snow, ending in a snow white tail tip.

Her fur itself is incredibly soft and fluffy, and it gets feathery and fluffy at the tail. Not too short, not too long, it’s of a fairly average length. However, it does an incredibly well job with keeping her warm. The softness, fluffiness, and thickness of her fur give it great insulation. Its softness also means that curling up with her is always a treat. It’s something you’d want to bury your face in. Cinderfeather takes great care of her coat as well.

Cinderfeather has one of the kindest faces you’ll ever see. With a small, dainty muzzle, two large, round leaf green and golden flecked eyes, and large ears, she looks like someone who is incapable of hurting anyone. Which she kinda is.

Cinderfeather’s soft features are extremely soft and loving, representing her personality perfectly. She is a massive pacifist, and it’s easy to see that in her face. With long whiskers, the she cat just appears unthreatening.

+ Kind- Cinderfeather is an incredibly kind she cat, to the point where it is a bit uncanny. The she cat is extremely forgiving. She has yet to meet a cat who she can’t forgive. She’s pretty much the exact opposite of what one would expect a ThistleClan cat to be. Her kindness is pretty much all encompassing. It doesn’t matter who you are, she’ll treat you kindly. Enemy, friend... everyone is deserving of love in her eyes.

+ Loving- Cinderfeather is an extremely loving cat. She’ll show anyone love. She thinks everyone deserves to be shown love. It is what her family showed her, so she wants to show everyone the love she was given. To her, love is what makes the world go around. So showing someone else love is sure to lead to her being shown love one day.

+ Bubbly- Cinderfeather loves interacting with everyone. She loves talking to people- especially kits. She could talk to kits for hours and hours on end without ever tiring. She always has a sunny deposition, and will not hesitate to show it off.

+ Patient- Cinderfeather is one of the most patient cats you’ll ever meet. She will explain the exact same thing over and over again without changing her voice. She’s will walk someone through the steps to do something time and time again. Shove her to the ground? She’ll get back up with a smile. Interrupt her and talk over her? She’ll wait there with a smile until she has the opportunity to speak. She will wait for hours upon hours to say something.

- Timid- Cinderfeather, is practically incapable of standing up for herself. Despite her mentor trying her hardest to teach her, she can’t seem to convince herself to talk back to anyone. She’s never the first one to rush into battle, instead preferring to stay back until it is completely necessary. The poor girl just doesn’t have it in her to stand up for herself, no matter the situation.

- Innocent- Cinderfeather has been protected from any real hardship for most of her life. Her mentor is alive, her parents are alive, her brothers are alive, and she’s never lost anyone. Sure she’s seen some terrible things. She’s seen cats die. She’s seen hunger, sickness, and thirst. However, she’s never seen it affect anyone she loves, so she feels like it will never affect her. She also has never experienced true heartbreak or loss before. She sees the world through rose colored glasses.

- Air-headed- While she isn’t dumb per say, Cinderfeather is definitely air headed. She has a tendency to forget what she’s supposed to be doing or what she’s talking about. She’s sorta like the ditzy, lovable blond. It made her apprenticeship... interesting, especially since she occasionally forgets how close she is to boarders.

- Clumsy- Cinderfeather, while she tries, is pretty clumsy. She has a tendency to trip over anything and everything, including her own paws. It gets a lot better when she is hunting and fighting, however. She really tries to not be clumsy, but she just is. Her brothers joke that one day she’ll literally trip into her mate. As much as she denies this will ever happen, she secretly wants it to.

Cinderfeather’s life is probably one of the most normal lives any cat could ever lead. Born alongside her brothers, Sootkit and Charcoalkit, Cinderkit was absolutely adored by her parents. Her parents had been trying for kits for moons and had been so happy when they had finally conceived.

The youngest and smallest of the three at birth, she immediately fell into the position of the one who was protected. Always a bit delicate, her siblings quickly took to making sure that no one was too rough with her. She was the baby of the family, and while she was occasionally annoyed by it, she always was happy with her role at the end of the day.

Her kithood is full of memories of her and her brothers playing games all day before their father came and gave them their dinner. They group would happily eat as their parents cuddled and nuzzled, causing the three kits to gag. Their parents would then start playing with them after that until they were all tired.

Cinderkit always loved bedtime. Their mom would tell them a story about StarClan or she’d tell them stories about how they’d grow up to be leaders. Their father would always make funny interjections, causing the kits to giggle. Then, her parents would lie down, making a space between them where the three would sleep. Her brothers would then position themselves so that their little sister was in between them. Cinderkit always fell asleep surrounded by the ones she loved.

Despite being the runt of the litter, Cinderkit eventually grew to a fairly average size, and she managed to get to the point where she was able to hold her own against her siblings. Well, mostly. Her brothers never really went full out on her, knowing that she was easier to hurt than they were.

The day she turned six moons old was arguably one of the most interesting days in her life. There had been a fire outside of the territory the day before, so the area smelled slightly like smoke. Apprenticed to Smokejaw (dumpster), Cinderpaw’s apprentice ceremony itself went smoothly. She was called up following her brothers, and they all got their mentors. Their parents congratulated the three of them, and Cinderpaw was almost immediately all over her mentor, asking her everything and anything.

Smokejaw, to her credit, didn’t immediately start snapping at her. Instead, she offered to take her out on a tour of the territory. Cinderpaw immediately agreed, practically bouncing on her paws in excitement.

They were about to leave when they were approached by a few other warriors and Ratwhisker (Egotistic). The medicine cat needed some herbs, and was wondering if Smokejaw and Cinderpaw wanted to join. Cinderpaw, being extremely eager to do anything, said yes and then begged Smokejaw to allow them to join. Smokejaw, willing to indulge the new apprentice agreed.

So the group set out, and they were close to where the herbs would be found when something caught Cinderpaw’s attention. Curious, and completely unaware of her surroundings, the she cat bounded forwards towards the sound. A few pawsteps later, she had tripped over her own paws.

Letting out a short cry of surprise, the she cat came skidding to a halt. Smokejaw was by her side in mere seconds, fur bristled out in horror and claws unsheathed as if she was expecting there to be a fox or something. Instead, she found Cinderpaw on the ground, muzzle scrunched up in pain.

The rest of the patrol followed after, and everyone was about to start chewing the young apprentice out when they heard someone calling for help. A young someone to be specific. Poking their heads over a small ditch, the group was surprised to find a small, injured, ginger tabby kit in said ditch.

Immediately, Cinderpaw’s eyes went wide. The kit was asking if they knew where his father was. Curiously, Cinderpaw looked at the tom.

“Why isn’t your dad here?” She asked, only to have Smokejaw put her tail over the blue tabby’s muzzle. The tom immediately started explaining that there was a fire and that he was separated from his parents. Shaking her mentor’s tail off of her muzzle, the she cat looked at Smokejaw. “Can we take him home? Pleaaaaaaaaase?” She begged.

Thankfully, both Ratwhisker and Smokejaw were on her side and the group took the tom back.

From there, Cinderpaw’s apprenticeship was in full swing. Smokejaw, while not mean by any stretch of the word, was a harsh mentor. She wanted Cinderpaw to succeed, and so she pushed her.

Cinderpaw wasn’t always the greatest apprentice, as she has always been extremely scatterbrained, but Smokejaw was never too horrible with her. Strict, yes, but never harsh. Cinderpaw quickly grew fond of the she cat.

Her days were fairly average. Wake up early, train with Smokejaw, and then come back to camp. She’d wait for Sootpaw and Charcoalpaw to come back, and once they were back, the three would happily talk about their days. Sootpaw and Charcoalpaw would usually start sparring, and Cinderpaw would watch happily. Occasionally, she’d join in, but most of the time she’d just sit there and watch her brothers.

After that her parents would come back and the family would eat dinner together. They’d share stories about what they’d done that day and would start playing with each other happily, with the three often ganging up to defeat their parents. Sure others would give them a weird look, and sure Cinderpaw was always treated more delicately, but she still loved it.

When she was eight moons old, she experienced her first truly scary moment. It had been on a patrol she, Smokejaw, Charcoalpaw, Charcoalpaw’s mentor, and their mom were on. Sootpaw had been caught trying to sneak away from his duties, so he was stuck at home. Cinderpaw and Charcoalpaw were ecstatic. They always loved patrolling with each other. It made it so much fun.

They were walking along the sandy creek when Cinderpaw had seen a rabbit on their side of the creek. Excited, and not really thinking about where she was, the blue broken tabby she cat took off after it, leaping over the creek to catch it once it had crossed and landing in LichenClan territory by accident.

Before she even had the chance to look back, she was face to face with an extremely angry patrol of LichenClan cats. Ears pinning back, she dropped the rabbit as she suddenly realized where she was.

Apologizing, the she cat explained that she hadn’t been paying attention and that the rabbit had been on ThistleClan territory first. LichenClan was not impressed. Accusing her of purposely stealing prey, they unsheathed her claws. Taking a step back, Cinderpaw pressed herself to the ground.

Charcoalpaw, disobeying his mentor’s wishes, leapt over the creek himself and placed himself between his sister and the angry warriors. That was the final straw, as a few moments later, the patrol sprung forwards.

Everything happened so fast. Smokejaw and her mother were by her side in an instant, throwing themselves on the attackers as an all out battle started.

Petrified in fear, Cinderpaw couldn’t help but dig her claws into the ground. She wanted to help out, but all her training vanished as a smaller ginger tabby she cat stalked towards her. Walking backwards Cinderpaw let out a horrified squeak as the she cat launched at her. Instinctively, Cinderpaw squeezed her eyes shut and lashed out. She missed, but when she opened her eyes, she found that Smokejaw had pinned the warrior down and was slashing at her. Looking around, she found that her brother and his mentor were giving a warning bite to tom who was limp on the ground. Her mother had a she cat pinned, and her mentor had beaten the she cat that had lunged at her.

“Fine! We didn’t want your stupid rabbit anyways!” The tom spat as every separated. Glaring, Cinderpaw’s mother grabbed the rabbit and whirled around, nudging Cinderpaw towards the boarder. Cinderpaw, scared out of her wits, allowed her mother to nudge her to ThistleClan.

The second they were back on ThistleClan territory, her mother whirled around. It was the first time Cinderpaw had ever seen her mother angry, let alone angry at her! Smokejaw soon appeared next to them as well, and she then started chewing Cinderpaw out. Tears forming in her eyes, Cinderpaw broke down crying, which caused everyone to pause.

They were worried about her, all of them scared as to what could’ve happened had she crossed the boarder without them present. So, the she cat and her brother were out on tick duty for a moon.

During that time, another issue started to arise. The other apprentices, knowing when her brothers were around and when they weren’t, would start doing things. They’d hide thorns and ants in her nest, push her around, and one time they even destroyed her nest entirely.

Cinderpaw, not wanting to bother her brothers or mentor about it, just suffered through it all silently, lying whenever she was questioned about it. It wasn’t until Smokejaw found her alone crying in the woods one day that she ended up spilling the beans. Smokejaw... wasn’t exactly pleased with the way her apprentice was being treated.

Almost immediately, Smokejaw shifted the focus of her training. Instead of focusing on the moves themselves, Smokejaw started teacher her to defend herself and stand up for herself. Alongside being taught paw swipes and leap and holds, she was taught how to say no.

While it didn’t work too well at first, Smokejaw was there to protect her, and eventually her brothers and parents were too. Eventually, the she cat was able to stand up to her bullies, albeit barely. She learned to tell them to back off, but that was it.

As she trained with her mentor, she eventually stopped growing. Around that time, everyone realized that she, while no longer the small runt who would be toppled by a gust of wind, was still incredibly light. She was easy to throw off and easy to knock around. However, her lightness made her extremely agile and light on her paws. If it weren’t for her habit to trip over her own paws if she isn’t paying attention, she’d be an amazing hunter.

Smokejaw, noticing that the she cat was easy to knock around and was very agile, started putting more focus into those areas. She’d train Cinderpaw how an assault of quick light blows could quickly wear a warrior down, just like strong heavy blows. Especially if Cinderpaw could strike from the direction opposite to wear her enemy was facing.

For the first time since she started training, Cinderpaw began to enjoy battle training. While she would be reluctant to use her techniques on enemy warriors (as a few boarder skirmishes proved), she was no longer petrified in fear. She eventually got to the point where she could leap onto a cat’s back, claw them, and jump off before they could shake her.

Despite her success, she still had one major flaw when it came to battling and hunting for that matter- her clumsiness. While never insanely horrific, Cinderpaw was really bad at keeping track of where she was putting her paws. She’d trip over them, she’d trick over roots, she’d trip over rocks... pretty much everything she could trip over, she did. Instead of continuously getting mad at her, Smokejaw decided to start training her how to be less clumsy.

In particular, she helped Cinderpaw come up with an alternative stalking method where she kept all her weight on the three paws she had on the ground while she would carefully and slowly her paw forwards, allowing her to sense and then step over any obstacles. Smokejaw also helped her practice regaining her balance in a battle even when she tripped.

By the time Cinderpaw was nearing her assessment, she was fairly light on her paws. While still clumsy outside of hunting and fighting, the blue broken tabby she cat had become fairly agile. Her timidness never seemed to go away however.

With her timidness, she started to realize that maybe being a warrior wasn’t her path. In fact, she realized that she was happiest interacting with a loving on the kits in the nursery. She’d often choose to spend her days off playing with kits. It didn’t matter how grumpy they were or how energetic they were- she loved them.

Despite this, the she cat was and still is too nervous to ask to be a permanent queen. She respects Smokejaw so much and is worried that if she were to say anything, Smokejaw would feel like she wasted her time training Cinderpaw. Not like her mentor ever gave her the impression that she would think that. In fact, her mentor would most likely be ecstatic for her to finally find her place.

However, despite her refusal to tell anyone and the fact that she wasn’t the greatest warrior, she was named a warrior alongside Charcoalpaw and Sootpaw. Given the suffix -feather for how light she was on her feet, the she cat was ecstatic. Her warrior ceremony went off without a hitch, and she was pleased to learn that she and Smokejaw didn’t have to stop being friendly.

About a moon after she got her warrior name, the second really scary moment in her life occurred. She, Charcoal-, and Soot- had all been out hunting when they came back to their mother pacing outside of Ratwhisker’s den worriedly. Approaching their mother, the trio quickly learned that their father had been involved in a pretty nasty fight and had sustained a bad belly wound.

Fortunately, it was not life threatening, but it was still worrisome. Said worry increased even more when their mother was put in the medicine den for whitecough. Thankfully, both recovered quickly.

Still, as the moons went on, Cinderfeather started wishing more and more that she was a queen. She wanted to have kits. She wanted to stay in the den and tell stories to all the kits. However, she was too afraid to ask for the position. She’s vowed to herself that, at the very least she’d ask after she has a litter of kits.

Issue is, she doesn’t have a mate and no one has really caught her eye. Well, no one who wasn’t already interested in someone else. She considered Sparkspirit a potential candidate to get to know in order to possibly be a mate at one point, but she saw him staring longingly at a tom so she scratched that idea pretty quickly.

Still, she keeps an eye out, hoping that one day, she’ll find the one she loves.