Post by bornthisway on Apr 9, 2011 16:23:25 GMT -8
{Tell me about yourself}
[/blockquote] A petite, dusty grey she cat with a limp. Green/gold eyes.
NAME: Cinderpaw
AGE: 8 moons
GENDER: Female
CLAN: MisttClan
RANK: Medicine Cat Apprentice
SHORT DESCRIPTION:
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LOOKS IN DETAIL:(optional) At first glance, you might think that Cinderpaw is a lot younger. In fact, from a distance, you would probably place her at around 6 moons – either a new apprentice or a kit. Yes, Cinderpaw is a small, petite little cat, and so it seems she was made for becoming a medicine cat. A little wisp of a cat like her would never be able to fight like a warrior, right? That kitten soft fur could never, for the life of Cinderpaw, shield her from the drenching rain or freezing snow. It’s pretty, though – soft and pale like a cloud. Around her pert face, it’s darker, and so almost forms a mask of grey. Then, it shifts into a pale brown – almost red, in some lights. Her hindquarters darken once more, and so match the shade of her face. Cinderpaw is neither a tabby nor a spotted feline, and yet she cannot be classified as solid colours, either. While her MistClan heritage is unquestionable, her markings are. They set her apart from most other cats, and individuality, in her case, may approach beauty. But, in a Clan of warrior cats, beauty isn’t what counts. Far from it.
So, yes, you must be thinking young Cinderpaw is exactly like the stereotypical medicine cat. As far as appearances go, she is. But she’s got a feisty, stormy temper and, before the accident, dreams of becoming a warrior, even leader one day. What destroyed her dreams was the fact that she now has a limp leg. Her right left leg is no longer strong enough to support her, and as you must know, balance and agility are mandatory for warriors. So little Cinderpaw had to become a medicine cat apprentice. While it’s not her first choice, she learned to be thankful for the fact she’s even alive, and is still trying to embrace her new role as medicine cat apprentice.
PERSONALITY: As far as personality goes, you’d think Cinderpaw was more of a rambunctious tom cat than a little, she cat medicine apprentice! Her larger than life attitude makes up for her small, delicate body. In fact, since she grew up with two brothers, she’d choose mud and fighting over herbs and healing. But she doesn’t have a choice, and that’s the real clincher. When Cinderpaw was seven moons old, she was attacked by a dog, and the accident left her with a leg that is next to useless. Because the dog’s attack was vicous, Cinderpaw’s now a bit more paranoid when it comes to being alone. Loud noises make her jump, and that’s what she hates; it makes her feel like a coward.
However, one thing about Cinderpaw remains the same: she has a feisty temper that can be unleashed for very small reasons. Because patience is a virtue she lacks, it has been decided that she shouldn’t care for kits that roll all over the place and can’t stay still, or elders that complain constantly. Instead of being soothing and reassuring, Cinderpaw would snap and tell the elders to “shut up and appreciate what they’ve got” and yell at the kits to “sit down and shut up”.
You may also be thinking, now, that maybe Cinderpaw should’ve just gone straight to the elder’s den, because medicine is obviously not her forte. But Cinderpaw’s smart, and that’s what helps her. She memorizes herbs with ease, and is a fast learner. She’s quick and efficient when it comes to most tasks. Also, as a young cat who has been injured, she has compassion for other cats who have been hurt, and it’s that passion burning in her stomach that makes her a real medicine cat.
FAMILY MEMBERS: To be announced, but open.
HISTORY:(optional) Cinderpaw was born in leaf fall to two happy parents. She was the youngest of her litter, with two older brothers, but that was the only time she let them get ahead of her. From the beginning, she was a fighter, and was stubborn and feisty even as a little hairball. Her father was happy – he had gotten two beautiful, healthy sons to carry his legacy, and his mother got her tiny princess that she wanted. It seemed the family was perfect.
Cinderkit grew up during Leaf-Bare, and that was difficult. Not only was it too cold to play outside, but she and her brothers were very vulnerable to the illnesses being passed around. Cinderkit stayed healthy, though, with the exception of a few sniffles that came and went. Also, since she ahd to stay inside, there wasn’t a lot of room for her and her brothers to play, and that proved to be a problem. Cinderkit’s mother was hoping her daughter would be sweet and calm, just like herself, but Cinderkit, always a rebel, had other plans. She played as hard as her brothers, ran as fast as them, and fought as viciously. At the end of the day, her fur was just as dusty and tattered.
Spring came, and brought relief. The kits were finally old enough to play outside by themselves, and the nursery became less crowded. AT the age of six moons, they were deemed apprentices. Cinderpaw was apprenticed to an experienced older warrior, who knew how to deal with her boundless energy and had rules that he enforced to try to have some control over the rebellious little she cat. She was a handful, but he knew what he was doing, and it seemed apprenticeship would carry on smoothly.
And it was. That is, up until Cinderpaw’s seven moons. Since it was the one month anniversary of her apprenticeship, her mentor decided to track Cinderpaw as she hunted, so he could mark her progress. She set out and caught a few pieces of fresh-kill, unaware of her mentor. It was almost dusk and Cinderpaw was about to head back into camp. She was taking a slight detour when she smelled something – dog. Cinderpaw had never been exposed to this scent, and curiosity got the better of her. She wandered to the bushes and began sniffing around. Once her mentor caught a whiff of the dog, he barrelled out form his hiding spot, screaming for Cinderpaw to run.
It was too late.
The dog – a big, drooling brown one – came and attacked Cinderpaw. She was startled, but her reflexes were sure. She jumped out of the way and started running at full speed. She was almost out of the dog’s reach, but it whipped it’s foaming jaws around and snapped up her leg. She let out a piercing scream, as the dog shook her like a ragdoll. Her mentor finally arrived and jumped on the dog, clawing and biting. The dog was startled and skidded away, leaving one shaken up and bloody Cinderpaw.
AT camp, they patched up Cinderpaw as best they could, but one thing was for certain – she would never be a warrior. She’d never be able to walk without a stumble, let alone stalk prey silently or fight properly. Cinderpaw simply couldn’t believe it. A few hours ago, she was a bundle of energy that showed promise, and now she was just a useless body, a filler.
Her mother sat down that evening and broke the news to Cinderpaw. Her mother had discussed things with the leader and medicine cat, and suggested Cinderpaw try learning about medicine. Nobody said so, but it was really the only solution left. Cinderpaw understood, though. Cinderpaw knew.
For a while, Cinderpaw didn’t accept the fact she’d never be a warrior. She kept trying to prove she could walk, could hunt, could fight, but every time she stumbled and fell flat on her face. She finally accepted the fact she was going to be a medicine cat. Once she accepted it, Cinderpaw was unstoppable. She was determined to not be useless, and tackled every aspect of medicine with passion. She found she had a great memory and was able to remember lists and lists of herbs. While she wasn’t patient enough to handle dealing with cats directly, she became skilled at all the technical aspects of the work. And there you have it, Cinderpaw’s history!
RP SAMPLE:(needed only for first bio)
Cinderpaw limped over to the shrubs. She couldn’t help but shiver as the wind rippled trhough her fur and make the leaves shake ever so slightly. She hated to unknown. She was scared of what lay behind this bush. Before, she was curious, almost obnoxiously so. She wanted to know where everything was, what everything was. She wanted to expand her world and include everything. Now, she was almost hesitant. She had not lost that thirst for life, but she’d become scared. Yes, the once fearless, in-your-face Cinderpaw was now scared.
She shook her grey head. She hadn’t changed that much, had she? Her temper was still as hot as ever, her patience just as short. She was just as outspoken and just as energetic. She was just scared. That was natural, right? Even leaders had to be scared sometimes.
Cinderpaw smiled in spite of herself. She was lucky to be alive, right? She could be dead in the woods, buried and forgotten. But she wasn’t she was medicine cat apprentice!! The Clan would never forget her. Her determination and spunk would be told again and again to kits as they grew. Cinderpaw would be a legacy. She’d go down in history, even. She might not ever be famous for being a great leader and guding her Clan through hard times, but she’d be famous for healing the cast nobody expected to see live. She would heal and help the cats like herself, who had broken dreams and crushed hope.
Cindrpaw would make them remember.
{Behind the canvas}
SITE NAME:(optional) You can call me BornThisWay. As of right now I haven’t got a nickname XD.
HOW DID YOU FIND US?: Over Neo.
OTHER CHARACTERS: None at the moment. (:
RP EXPERIENCE?: On neo and other sites for about two years now. (:
Other This is her theme!
No Floods – Stefani Germanotta
On every street there is a memory,
A time and place where we can never be again
Street lights glow green, red, and yellow too
Do you let signs tell you what to do?
Yeah, when you say stop,
Be sure that I'll say go
To the stars in the land
Fire can't burn these hands
But I just close my eyes and dream
You can't deny me my astronomy
In every mystery, there's a truth
You know I'm tellin, I'm tellin you
No matter lightning or thunder,
Buckets of rainwater
You can't flood this town
In a world unknown
You've gotta hold your own
And you can't stop me
You're never ever ever gonna stop me now
Go ahead and don't believe
Cause everyone needs a way to dream
And love and you can't stop me
No you can't stop me
No matter lightning or thunder,
Buckets of rainwater
You can't flood this town
In a world unknown
You've gotta hold your own
And you can't stop me
You're never ever ever gonna stop me
No matter lightning or thunder,
Buckets of rainwater
You can't flood this town
In a world unknown
You've gotta hold your own
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