cinderflight | windclan warrior
Aug 17, 2015 12:04:53 GMT -6
Post by cosmo☆ on Aug 17, 2015 12:04:53 GMT -6
CINDERFLIGHT
she-cat (they/them pronouns) ● twenty-two moons ● windclan ● warrior
a tall gray she-cat
A P P E A R A N C E
As their name implies, Cinderflight is a solid gray cat. The only trace of color besides gray on their body would be the faint rings along their tail, so difficult to see that you would have to stare long and hard just to see them. Their eyes are quite round, slanting downward at the top, and are a murky yellow color.
Cinderflight is very long, and very tall. Everything about them, from their long legs that stretch their high above many of their clan mates to the tail that sweeps along the ground as they meander about. They have a triangular head with cheekbones that jut out, rounding toward the edges, and wide ears that sit far apart from each other. Their muzzle is thick and sports a small black nose and white whiskers.
Cinderflight is a strong warrior. The constant chase across the moors has left their legs thick and muscular, and their shoulders and thighs bulky. They are certainly not an easy cat to take down in a fight, but apprentices and small cats alike may find their size to their advantage when attempting to get beneath their belly. To counter this, Cinderflight propels themselves off the ground with surprising grace, earning them the name 'flight', for their jumping capabilities.
As their name implies, Cinderflight is a solid gray cat. The only trace of color besides gray on their body would be the faint rings along their tail, so difficult to see that you would have to stare long and hard just to see them. Their eyes are quite round, slanting downward at the top, and are a murky yellow color.
Cinderflight is very long, and very tall. Everything about them, from their long legs that stretch their high above many of their clan mates to the tail that sweeps along the ground as they meander about. They have a triangular head with cheekbones that jut out, rounding toward the edges, and wide ears that sit far apart from each other. Their muzzle is thick and sports a small black nose and white whiskers.
Cinderflight is a strong warrior. The constant chase across the moors has left their legs thick and muscular, and their shoulders and thighs bulky. They are certainly not an easy cat to take down in a fight, but apprentices and small cats alike may find their size to their advantage when attempting to get beneath their belly. To counter this, Cinderflight propels themselves off the ground with surprising grace, earning them the name 'flight', for their jumping capabilities.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Cinderflight is a fairly subdued cat. Their reactions to things are typically calm, regardless of what has transpired, and they are able to keep level-headed in most situations. However, because of their apparent lack of immediate joy or sadness, many see them as an aloof warrior. Their overall presence is already made unnerving by their sheer size, and their personality unfortunately only adds to the problem. Having had this problem from a young age, Cinderflight lacks good social skills, perhaps having difficulties understanding social cues and experiencing the same general emotions as their peers.
However, they are a reliable cat, someone to be trusted with problems or secrets. Any friendships that do develop turn out to be very close, and they seem more willing to offer a smile or laugh to those they consider important to them. Cinderflight also offers a surprising intelligence, reading into things with an almost strategic eye. Their interest lays in the details, and what great importance they are to them and future situations. Remembering the skills and weak points of their clan mates and enemies is their forte, and has come in handy more than once.
Unfortunately, this means that whenever they do happen to be wrong--and it does happen--Cinderflight is left feeling frustrated with everything. They close up when this occurs, unable to communicate their feelings and words properly to other cats. These times they'll typically keep to themselves, an intense look on their face. This tends to keep many cats away, which is probably beneficial to them and to Cinderflight.
Cinderflight has little interest in romance, though whether this is because they simply do not care or lack the social skills to develop anything with anyone is to be seen. Perhaps, one day, they will partake in a relationship. But given their inability to form close friendships already, it seems unlikely. Time will only tell.
Cinderflight is a fairly subdued cat. Their reactions to things are typically calm, regardless of what has transpired, and they are able to keep level-headed in most situations. However, because of their apparent lack of immediate joy or sadness, many see them as an aloof warrior. Their overall presence is already made unnerving by their sheer size, and their personality unfortunately only adds to the problem. Having had this problem from a young age, Cinderflight lacks good social skills, perhaps having difficulties understanding social cues and experiencing the same general emotions as their peers.
However, they are a reliable cat, someone to be trusted with problems or secrets. Any friendships that do develop turn out to be very close, and they seem more willing to offer a smile or laugh to those they consider important to them. Cinderflight also offers a surprising intelligence, reading into things with an almost strategic eye. Their interest lays in the details, and what great importance they are to them and future situations. Remembering the skills and weak points of their clan mates and enemies is their forte, and has come in handy more than once.
Unfortunately, this means that whenever they do happen to be wrong--and it does happen--Cinderflight is left feeling frustrated with everything. They close up when this occurs, unable to communicate their feelings and words properly to other cats. These times they'll typically keep to themselves, an intense look on their face. This tends to keep many cats away, which is probably beneficial to them and to Cinderflight.
Cinderflight has little interest in romance, though whether this is because they simply do not care or lack the social skills to develop anything with anyone is to be seen. Perhaps, one day, they will partake in a relationship. But given their inability to form close friendships already, it seems unlikely. Time will only tell.
H I S T O R Y
Growing up was a bit of a task for Cinderflight.
Surrounded by three other mewling kits, she came out surprisingly quiet and definitely longer than their siblings. By the time they were all old enough to walk--albeit in a wobbly way--her long, gangly legs left her tripping and stumbling after her more graceful siblings. Times were tough for the gray kit, though she found being bigger than her littermates gave her the advantage when clamoring for milk. For awhile, her siblings would tease her for her long legs, giving her various harsh names like 'spider' and 'willow-legs'. Though her mother hushed them, it did little to help in the long run, leaving Cinderkit feeling most self-conscious about herself.
And then she was an apprentice. Cinderkit, now Cinderpaw, grew into her long limbs quickly, soon towering over her littlemates. She was learning how to keep control of her legs, practicing her skills and, most importantly, producing a bouncy sort of fighting technique. Surprisingly lithe on her paws, she proved capable of lunging over rocks and logs, dodging attacks during sparring by leaping away like a grasshopper. But at the same time, as her warrior skills developed, so did this ache in her chest. Existence was difficult for Cinderpaw, leaving the question of who--and what--she really was stranded in her mind with little else. Soon she became 'they'. Their littermates questioned it, their mother did not. They felt relieved. Let them ponder, let them question as they did. It felt wonderful not having to pick one thing or another. Neither were the answer.
Cinderpaw grew in both size and ability. Their hunting prowess was whispered about among their peers, talk of their 'long legs' and 'strong gait' growing from negative to surprisingly positive. For the first time in their short life, Cinderpaw felt proud of themselves. They had left a definite mark on the clan, bother a skilled hunter and a loyal clan cat. This accumulated into them earning the name 'Cinderflight' alongside their littermates, a name chanted loudest by their mother. Though their ears burned, Cinderflight forgot about the fact that they weren't much of a social butterfly, and how long and awkward their legs were, and focused on the fact that they had become a true Windclan warrior.
Growing up was a bit of a task for Cinderflight.
Surrounded by three other mewling kits, she came out surprisingly quiet and definitely longer than their siblings. By the time they were all old enough to walk--albeit in a wobbly way--her long, gangly legs left her tripping and stumbling after her more graceful siblings. Times were tough for the gray kit, though she found being bigger than her littermates gave her the advantage when clamoring for milk. For awhile, her siblings would tease her for her long legs, giving her various harsh names like 'spider' and 'willow-legs'. Though her mother hushed them, it did little to help in the long run, leaving Cinderkit feeling most self-conscious about herself.
And then she was an apprentice. Cinderkit, now Cinderpaw, grew into her long limbs quickly, soon towering over her littlemates. She was learning how to keep control of her legs, practicing her skills and, most importantly, producing a bouncy sort of fighting technique. Surprisingly lithe on her paws, she proved capable of lunging over rocks and logs, dodging attacks during sparring by leaping away like a grasshopper. But at the same time, as her warrior skills developed, so did this ache in her chest. Existence was difficult for Cinderpaw, leaving the question of who--and what--she really was stranded in her mind with little else. Soon she became 'they'. Their littermates questioned it, their mother did not. They felt relieved. Let them ponder, let them question as they did. It felt wonderful not having to pick one thing or another. Neither were the answer.
Cinderpaw grew in both size and ability. Their hunting prowess was whispered about among their peers, talk of their 'long legs' and 'strong gait' growing from negative to surprisingly positive. For the first time in their short life, Cinderpaw felt proud of themselves. They had left a definite mark on the clan, bother a skilled hunter and a loyal clan cat. This accumulated into them earning the name 'Cinderflight' alongside their littermates, a name chanted loudest by their mother. Though their ears burned, Cinderflight forgot about the fact that they weren't much of a social butterfly, and how long and awkward their legs were, and focused on the fact that they had become a true Windclan warrior.
