CINDERFEATHER: windclan queen

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done by Jay Woodworth at flickr.

lets start here ,,

cinderkit / cinderpaw / cinderfeather

defined lines ,,

female. [she-cat]

seasons past ,,

three years old. [36 moons]

those loyalties ,,

windclan.

a common title ,,

queen.

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a sideway glance ,,

beautiful lithe gray and white she-cat with pale blue eyes.

the tiny details ,,

those who grew up with cinderfeather, are some of the only cats who can really see the difference that has come from her torment. That much is clear and looking at her, it isn't hard to understand why, of all the cats in WindClan, she was the one taken. In almost all aspects, Cinderfeather is abeautiful, dead-common WindClan cat. She isn't too large, nor too small, with a light, lithe build and long, lean legs, ending in small, elegant paws. Her tail is long and thin, giving her excellent balance and her ears are rather large, giving her sound hearing. With a slightly longer body than most, she tends to seen even leaner most of the time, and her slightly pointed face just help define her as a pure-born windclan cat.

Cinderfeather, as many would guess, was named for her beautiful cinder-gray pelt, which is short and rather course to look at, but the opposite to touch. This coolouring though is interupted by the long smudge of white which covers the she-cat's chest, neck, cheeks and lower face, along with almost a triangle of colouring up toward her forehead. This white doesn't go right around her neck though, and the gray still dominates a triangle of colouring across her nose. With beautiful dark blue eyes, which seem almost to act like the clear ocean, Cinderfeather seems to always be looking at every cat as if seeing their soul, and really, that's her view on others, but as of late, all you can see is her distress in her watery gaze.

There are marks though, that are evidence of the torture she's been through, with deep scars mutalating her hind legs, one so badly she can barely run normally, a frightening wide one down her left shoulder and raw skin, where the fur has been ripped out harshly, across the back of her neck, which is where tattered, deep bite-marks are clear. Her face is one of the only parts of her which is not scarred, and while her neck will heal, her limbs won't. Nor will her right ear, which is torn in three places. Although these scars can be terrifying and take away from her original beauty, mny who have grown up beside the formerly bright and cheerful she-cat, don't see the injuries which haunt her every movement.

beyond the skin ,,

It is simple sick, when someone's personality can alter so quickly, so much, due to one event. The results are what makes everyone upset, and seeing suck a promising, young warriors turn into something she never was, is almost heartbreaking to even see. Maybe one day, she'll be able to go back to the way she was, but the scars and sick reminders will always be there, no matter how hard she tries to avoid it.

before the catnapping ,,
Looking back at young Cinderfeather, no one in WindClan could say there was a brighter, more cheerful warrior around. Not only that, but hating this she-cat was a hard task, unless you were a cruel, or rather bad-tempered cat. Always got something to say, a joke or just a cheeky comment, she was the clan's best friend. Always a listening ear and someone who would stand up for anyone, she was never one to keep to herself and wore her heart on her sleeve. Quick-witted and one of the most strong-willed cats around, once she got an opinion, it was there to stay, and tasks would be done sooner rather than later, always. Determined and with deep loyalty to her clan, Cinderfeather was approachable, yet was always a challenge to intruders, though at gatherings, she was the she-cat who made many friends, and some shadowclan fights even became fun pits of rivalry, at which the winner would brag at the next gathering about. Confident always, she didn't know what embarressment meant and was the she-cat who had the tom's following aimlessly after her, even though she was oblivious to such a thing. For a she-cat who could smell out worry or sadness a mile away, she was always oblivious when it came to love, even though she was always the hopeless romantic. But it wasn't the path StarClan had set out for her it would appear.

Quiet and Withdrawn ,,
There isn't any way that a cat could be anymore opposite, that is the very basic fact. The once confident she-cat, is now one who seems to just dissapear within the walls of the camp, another who seems just distant from everyone. Unable to bring herself to start conversations, she keeps to herself, usually in the nursery or nearby, and rarely seems to even try to notice others. She doesn't want pity, or sorry glances, she just wants it to never have happened, and even when her closest friends who have stuck by her through the whole thing take the time to come sit with her, she won't talk loudly, won't give her opinion, and tends just to listen. Oh yes, she'll still listen to anything, and really, she only survives because of the effort others put into her existance.

Jumpy and Frightened ,,
Never the scared one, it is easy to see that too had been completely destroyed. This she-cat is constantly on the edge, always scared, even in the supposed safety of the camp, even when she had her friends around, she can't bring herself to relax, to trust anyone anymore, even though most of them deserve it, and she hates herself for that. She wouldn't go to gatherings, even if she was allowed to, and these days, even an unfamiliar face can have her cooped up against the back of the nursery for days on end. Even the slightest change in the camp has her worried, and if anything, she's more alert toward others moods than ever.

Self-Lothing and Depressed ,,
The easiest way to describe this she-cat is by those four words. She can't stand the memories of what has happened to her, can't stand how she acts, and can't stand how she treats others. Everything she is now, she hates and it is driving her deep into depression. Being Jumpy and Depressed at the same time doesn't help anything, but then, maybe it's because of her depression, that somedays, she just doesn't care about others or anything, and seems to linger as barely a memory, rotting in the back of the nursery. She would do anything to get back to normal, but while expecting these kits, she can't, she just... can't.

Compassionate and Hopeful ,,
Yet, as in all dark tunnels, there is the faintest light, the faintest trace of what the future could be. Cinderfeather's old self is still there, it's just locked away and abused by her memories, and, it's because she is still that compassionate, overly loving she-cat she always was, she won't do anything to herself, or to the kits she's expecting. It isn't their fault and even though she'll be forever upset by it, she can't help but love her kits, as they are still hers, no matter who their father was. Maybe, with her kits being born, and being able to finally try to regain that esence of a warrior that she lost, there may be hope for young Cinderfeather still, though, it's going to take a very patient cat to find that.

those roots ,,

mother; snowymoon, white she-cat with blue eyes.
father; lightningstrike, black tom with vivid violet eyes.
daughter; owlkit, jet black she-cat with blue eyes
daughter; lilykit, pale creamy gray she-cat with violet eyes
son; goldenkit, ginger tom with calm gray eyes

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