Post by Egotistic on Apr 21, 2020 12:08:53 GMT -6
Cinderpaw
redwoodclan
red mackerel tabby tom with amber eyes
apprentice
Tom
9 moons
Appearance
Your typical RedwoodClanner only insofar as his coat is concerned, where his clanmates boast grandiose proportions and heavily-muscled builds, he bears little and less. Instead, it would seem that rather than opting for the thick-set limbs and thicker furs customary to his clan, he instead chose a less cumbersome build. His is one more reliant on agility than brute strength, composed of lean muscle and slender limbs, close-set shoulders and angular features that do not attest to one who will grow to be anything in the way of huge. But that is not to say he is entirely devoid of promise, for though he may be lacking in innate strength, he more than makes up for it in speed, his smaller proportions not only allowing him access to areas which his larger counterparts are denied passage but giving him the advantage of being low to the ground and quick on his paws. In due time, should these traits be further honed, he will more than make up for that which he lacks as a warrior full grown.
The matter of build aside, it is his coat where Cinderkit feels most at home within his clan. Boasting his mother’s colors—the fiery reds and broken mackerel stripes and amber eyes—while his pelt is nothing unique, it is one that compliments him nicely. However, while he may align with his clanmates in coloration, the same cannot be said for the length of his fur. Like his mother and father, he inherited their short pelts, his own being thin and coarse—close-lying to his body, allowing for the display of the budding muscles beneath. It will guarantee him nothing in the way of warmth upon the winter moons return, but it is more than preferable in rising temperatures.
The matter of build aside, it is his coat where Cinderkit feels most at home within his clan. Boasting his mother’s colors—the fiery reds and broken mackerel stripes and amber eyes—while his pelt is nothing unique, it is one that compliments him nicely. However, while he may align with his clanmates in coloration, the same cannot be said for the length of his fur. Like his mother and father, he inherited their short pelts, his own being thin and coarse—close-lying to his body, allowing for the display of the budding muscles beneath. It will guarantee him nothing in the way of warmth upon the winter moons return, but it is more than preferable in rising temperatures.
Personality
"We are nothing without our legacies."
Enamored by his parent's legacy, it would seem from the moment Cinderkit gained awareness of the meaning of the word, it enraptured him. Tales of valiant deeds, of bravery and sacrifices, became a scripture from which he read incessantly, filling his head with imaginings of his own future gallantry and achievements and later, perhaps, a legacy of his own—one to overshadow even that which his mother and father would later leave behind. As such, Cinderkit is not one to spend his time in idleness, nor is he one to accept anything less than perfection—from himself, from his peers, and from those he upholds with anything in the way of respect. But there is no one to which he is harder on than himself.
Burdened by the pressures of upholding his family's title, Cinderkit is one who struggles indefinitely with his own image and perception. Always striving to project the impression of bravery and undaunting determination, he carries an immense fear of failure in addition to a reluctance to be perceived as weak. Both fuel a thirst for acknowledgment and the gratification that accompanies it; an insatiable craving that reveals redan underlying naivete and credulity.
"It is what we pass down to our children and our children's children."
In addition to his quixotic mindset, Cinderkit is equally steadfast in his loyalty to his clan as well as his family. Himself believing firmly in Redwood traditions as well as the code that guides them, he is unfaltering not only in his reliance on his ancestor's conventions but his faith and personal morals. This leads to an almost black-and-white mindset, through which very little in the way of color peeks through, for he is not one who, admittedly, finds much worth in reading between the lines. As such, he views things only in terms of good and bad—right and wrong. To him, there are no in-betweens, nor is there a grey area to be considered; there is only what should and shouldn't be done, and so he treats every situation accordingly, inciting what, in his opinion, is justice.
However, this gives rise to a certain hypocrisy in Cinderkit's way of thinking, for he is not above manipulating the rules. He very much believes that the code is a necessity that keeps the clan alive, but he is also equally of the belief that some provisions, for the greater good of the clan, can and should be broken. As such, he is not beyond justifying immoral actions with his own personal and self-righteous code, and while he expects the rules to apply in full to those around him, he seems to be conveniently oblivious to his own wrongdoings.
"It is what remains of us when we are gone."
Beyond his moral code and convictions, Cinderkit is a cat who appears to have forced themselves into growing up too fast. Where other kits might relish in a day spent lounging or hunting moss balls, Cinderkit does not act unless there is a purpose. He will not indulge in playfighting unless convinced it is for the purpose of honing his skills in combat; he will not stalk after moss unless his head is filled with the notion it will later serve in supplying his clan with food. But while others may note how such a severe outlook on life prevents him from experiencing life in full, Cinderkit remains convinced it is the only way to live in order to achieve his goal and succeed his parents.
Enamored by his parent's legacy, it would seem from the moment Cinderkit gained awareness of the meaning of the word, it enraptured him. Tales of valiant deeds, of bravery and sacrifices, became a scripture from which he read incessantly, filling his head with imaginings of his own future gallantry and achievements and later, perhaps, a legacy of his own—one to overshadow even that which his mother and father would later leave behind. As such, Cinderkit is not one to spend his time in idleness, nor is he one to accept anything less than perfection—from himself, from his peers, and from those he upholds with anything in the way of respect. But there is no one to which he is harder on than himself.
Burdened by the pressures of upholding his family's title, Cinderkit is one who struggles indefinitely with his own image and perception. Always striving to project the impression of bravery and undaunting determination, he carries an immense fear of failure in addition to a reluctance to be perceived as weak. Both fuel a thirst for acknowledgment and the gratification that accompanies it; an insatiable craving that reveals redan underlying naivete and credulity.
"It is what we pass down to our children and our children's children."
In addition to his quixotic mindset, Cinderkit is equally steadfast in his loyalty to his clan as well as his family. Himself believing firmly in Redwood traditions as well as the code that guides them, he is unfaltering not only in his reliance on his ancestor's conventions but his faith and personal morals. This leads to an almost black-and-white mindset, through which very little in the way of color peeks through, for he is not one who, admittedly, finds much worth in reading between the lines. As such, he views things only in terms of good and bad—right and wrong. To him, there are no in-betweens, nor is there a grey area to be considered; there is only what should and shouldn't be done, and so he treats every situation accordingly, inciting what, in his opinion, is justice.
However, this gives rise to a certain hypocrisy in Cinderkit's way of thinking, for he is not above manipulating the rules. He very much believes that the code is a necessity that keeps the clan alive, but he is also equally of the belief that some provisions, for the greater good of the clan, can and should be broken. As such, he is not beyond justifying immoral actions with his own personal and self-righteous code, and while he expects the rules to apply in full to those around him, he seems to be conveniently oblivious to his own wrongdoings.
"It is what remains of us when we are gone."
Beyond his moral code and convictions, Cinderkit is a cat who appears to have forced themselves into growing up too fast. Where other kits might relish in a day spent lounging or hunting moss balls, Cinderkit does not act unless there is a purpose. He will not indulge in playfighting unless convinced it is for the purpose of honing his skills in combat; he will not stalk after moss unless his head is filled with the notion it will later serve in supplying his clan with food. But while others may note how such a severe outlook on life prevents him from experiencing life in full, Cinderkit remains convinced it is the only way to live in order to achieve his goal and succeed his parents.
History
Son to Finchstar and Redfox, Cinderkit is neither the first nor last-born, but third in a litter of four, consisting of his siblings Flickerkit, Flarekit, and Flamingkit.
