SMALLCINDER

LICHENCLAN

long haired orange tabby with golden brown eyes

Smallcinder is a short cat, her legs only holding her four and a half inches off the ground. She makes up for it in muscle as every inch of her is packed. Despite being on the smaller side, she comes in at nine pounds. While she is rippling muscle, her fur makes her look like she's on the heavier side. It is long, soft, and often tangles up when she doesn't look after it. During the evenings she is usually near the warrior den removing sticks, grasses, and seeds from her coat. She hates looking dirty as against her orange tabby fur, everything sticks out like a sore thumb. She has one patch of white fur on her chest which is the only color change she exhibits on her fur. Her eyes are a plain golden brown with no extra flairs of color in the iris. Her eyes sit fairly close together on her face and lead down into a long muzzle. It doesn't extrude too far past the rest of her face, but there is a good amount of distance from her forehead to her nose. Overall, her face is more masculine than feminine and completes her overall 'thick' looking appearance.

This she-cat is very intelligent and learns much better through visual examples. Though she is a poor hunter, it usually only takes her watching once and she has something down. It made her the better apprentice compared to her brother. She is able to problem solve basic problematic situations as long as she has time to go over other possibilities in case there is a better solution. While this does come in handy for things like fighting, it is not always something she can utilize at the drop of a dime.
Smallbird only waivers intelligence when there is something mouse-brained to do. Another asks her to jump and she's asking how high. She is a very courageous cat and has no stop button for it. It is very much one of her only shining traits as a warrior. It makes her very eager to drop whatever she is doing and have someone's back or go into a fight with no details. There is no first thought before action with her. She will easily flip a switch and go into fight mode regardless of the situation. She has sustained a few missing patches of fur over the years from this; though it always grows back after a few moons.
One thing that not many cats know about her is how motherly she can be. It is rarely shown to other warriors and she even disappears if an apprentice wanders too close to her near the nursery. It's not that she necessarily wants kits of her own, but that she enjoys being around the young cats before they have to learn the harsh ways of the world. She enjoys the innocence they portray and even enjoys allowing the mothers a break once in a while. Kits are the one thing that allows her not to be so tight lipped around other cats.
What has really pushed cats away, minus her unfriendly demeanor, is that she is vain. This she-cat is constantly boasting about what she can do, even if no one is around. Any conversation she takes up is immediately focused on her and all the great that she has done. Even if she does have negative qualities or abilities, they are never mentioned. To her, she is perfect.
Smallcinder is often caught talking to herself about, well, herself. This is due to how anti-social she is. This she-cat absolutely hates large groups and often hates company altogether. It takes a special cat to get her to talk and without a snippy, sarcastic tone. Her vanity is a bit contrasting to the fact that she really would prefer the company of plants and trees. While she loves to hear how pretty and amazing others think she is, she'd also rather you stop talking to her in general. This hasn't helped her find anyone special; not that she'd necessarily enjoy going down that road.

Smallcinder was born in a litter of three other siblings. One kit, Redkit, unfortunately passed away within a few hours of being born. Smallcinder's mother, Nettlebranch, had a very rough birth causing the kit to spend too long coming out. Her two older brothers, Honeykit and Rowankit dwarfed her earning her the name Smallkit.
Kithood was simple for her and nothing interesting happened. She enjoyed her parents and that they loved their kids so much. She was often left out of play with her brothers which built up her anti-social behavior.
At six moons old, she was given her apprentice name and a mentor of the name Kestrelear. She was very close to this she-cat warrior and it was one of the few cats that had gotten through her icy exterior. It was Kestrelear that comforted her when her mother and father passed away three moons later due to a the usual leaf-bare green cough sickness. Rowanpaw had also gotten sick, but was able to fight through it. With the death of her parents, Smallpaw had to work harder and blocked all other cats out of her life except her mentor. She excelled over the next three months and was finally given the name Smallcinder.
Rowanpaw and Honeypaw were kept on another moon as apprentices due to a few troubling pranks the boys got themselves in. Another moon later they became Rowanwhisker and Honeybreeze.
At the age of twenty moons, Rowanwhisker was found passed in his sleep one morning. Though the she-cat was sad to find her brother dead, she knew how to block those emotions after the passing of her parents. Honeybreeze tried to get closer to his sister, but to no avail. She was already past the point of family.
Smallcinder remembered well when Minnowstar climbed to the position of deputy and then leader. Smallcinder was keen on staying out of family drama and to be solely a warrior to serve her clan and her leaders. Smallcinder often admired the she-cat and often willed herself to be like her. She was not surprised, when in the end, the she-cat was now leader. In fact, she was happy for her and glad that LichenClan was in the paws of a capable leader. They needed a strong leader to end RedwoodClan instead of the weaker toms that had inhabited that spot for her whole life.
Now, at sixty-two moons, she has gained more knowledge and strength to defend her Clan and its legacy to the end - at any cost.