Cinderstar

c i n d e r s t a r

Name: Cinderkit, Cinderpaw, Cinderstrike, Cinderstar

Age: fifty-eight moons [6/9 lives]

Gender: she-cat

Clan: WindClan

Rank: leader

Appearance: Cinderstar has a slim body type. Years of warrior training has given her a good layer of muscle, but she's more for speed than brute force. She walks with long strides thanks to her long legs. She has a slim face with a pink nose to top it off. Her fur is a blue-gray with white splashed on her muzzle, chest, and toes. Cinderstar's eyes are a bright green that stands out against her fur.

Personality: Cinderstar has a very respectful air about her. She is good at making decisions quickly, but she listens to her heart rather than her head. Which can be good and bad. While her brain tells her the smartest choice, her heart tells her the right choice. However, her heart usually leads her in the right direction.

This she-cat is quick to anger, but many would not know. She bottles it up inside of her and puts her calm mask on. She hates yelling, and would much rather just talk it out. She can have mood swings, which could be irritating, to say the least. Cinderstar tries not to let her emotions get in the way, so she usually just ends up shoving them aside.

She's a fiercely protective cat. If anyone even threatens to do harm to her Clan she will fight tooth and claw. She's not afraid of losing a life, or all nine, for her family.

She enjoys seeing her Clan when they are all relaxed. She makes it a habit to go mingle as much as she can at sunhigh, unless something urgently needs to be done. She likes talking with her warriors and will speak to them about issues as much as possible. Each of her cats has her full trust, unless they do something to prove otherwise. Cinderstar is a gentle cat with a good purpose and has a tendency to swing from one mood to another.

History: As a kit, Cinderstar was very curious and adventurous. She was the leader of their trio of siblings, even though she had an older brother. The three got along very well. (They also got into a lot of trouble, but Cinderstar likes to skip over that part.)

Finally the moon came where the three were given mentors. Wrenpaw advanced in hunting, like Cinderpaw, and Ravenpaw did very well with battle training. The three siblings sat outside the den every night and went over how their day went and what they learned. Cinderpaw slept in the middle of them, enjoying the feeling of their rising bellies as they breathed. It helped her sleep at night.

Cinderpaw was deemed Cinderstrike at twelve moons, Wrenpaw became Wrenflight, and their brother became Ravenstorm. The young, excited new warriors moved to a new den, but Cinderstrike continued to sleep in the middle of them. A few moons later, the blue-gray warrior was given an apprentice. A quiet, bright young she-cat named Sorrelpaw. She was an excellent apprentice and learned quickly. Cinderstike grew close to the she-cat and enjoyed watching her grow. Soon, Cinderstrike stood beside her apprentice as she was named Sorrelstep. The young tortoiseshell's eyes glinted with pride at her new name as the Clan chanted it behind her.

It was time to name a new deputy, as a leader gave up their ninth, and last, life. Cinderstrike was humbled by the offer to become WindClan's deputy. She made herself promise that she would try her hardest for the Clan, no matter what obstacles block her way.

Soon, it was her turn to receive her nine lives. She quietly traveled to the sacred Moonstone. The she-cat's heart was thumping the whole trip. Now, she sat in front of the glowing stone, and she exhaled. Closing her eyes, she pressed her pink nose up to the cold crystal surface. As she slipped into a dream-filled sleep, she convinced herself that, yes, she could do this. She could be WindClan's new leader.

Family:
Stormstrike [father, StarClan]
Breezefur [mother, StarClan]
Wrenflight [younger sister]
Ravenstorm [older brother]

Other Information: none!