Cindertail {...}

[Nightfall]

<sup>Name | Cindertail


Gender | Tom


Age | 28 moons.


Rank | Warrior


Clan | Meadowclan


Beliefs |

Cindertail truly is on the fence. On one hand, StarClan gives hope and truth to many members of the Clans. On the other hand, there really is no truth to StarClan, no solid evidence save for some highly questionable dreams that could be written off as hallucinations from a bad piece of fresh - kill.

Often enough, Cindertail ponders how he would be different if he had joined a different clan, like PineClan. He knows that he definitely wouldn't be on the fence; he'd be against the existence of StarClan completely. Maybe Rhea would have followed him there as well and would have some elders to talk to and wouldn't only have the company of a couple of apprentices all the time. And maybe, he would be understood just a little bit better.


Parents |

Joey {father, NP, probably deceased}

Kya {mother, NP, probably deceased}

Rhea {foster mother/sister, PC, elder in MeadowClan}


Siblings | Had brothers and sisters, names were never known.


Mate | Not yet.


Crush | Not yet.


Kits | Not yet.


Apprentice/Mentor | Rhea {mentor, PC, elder in MeadowClan}


Appearance |

When Cindertail was young, every cat he met would call him adorable. Rhea was the worst, calling him cute and adorable every day. Even today, she calls him adorably handsome, and poor Cindertail can only shake his head and walk away.

Cindertail is a grey cat with darker grey tabby markings. His toes are white, and there is a white patch at the tip of his tail. There is a white spot underneath his chin as well.

His eyes are somewhat confusing. They are a blue - green colour, and when looked at closely enough and long enough, one seems slightly darker than the other.

Cindertail is thin, with barely any muscle and no fat whatsoever. His fur however, is thick and makes him appear larger than he really is. His head is average, and his eras are slightly larger than usual.


Personality |

Cindertail is an extremely passive cat, at least, compared to his excitable, agressive mentor. He is rather curious, and sometimes gets himself stuck in situations that he needs outside help to get out of. One amusing instance f this was when he was young and found himself in a tree with no way of getting down. Rhea believes it is just something that he kept with him from kithood. Because of his silence, this sometimes leads him into deep thinking sessions, where quiet places are appreciated.
Cindertail is surprisingly thoughtful. Kits like him for his patience with them and his imaginative ways of playing. And despite being a warrior, Cindertail would much prefer to talk things out (pardon the bad pun) than fight them out. He disikes large crowds for the loud sounds they bring, and would much prefer sitting in a quiet patch of grass alone than in camp with a bunch of yelling.

Other cats don't look at him for much. He is mute, and thus, not a good discussion partner. However, if cats are ever looking for a cat to let it all out on, Cindertail is the cat to go to. He listen patiently and nod and understand.

Cindertail himself isn't sure how others see him. Sometimes he worries that they may think of him as a freak, or something that doesn't belong.

Skills |

Like his name suggests, Cindertail has extremely good balance. Too bad there aren'ta lot of trees in a meadow. To be honest, Cindertail is a horrible fighter. He's not strong enough to take down cats and he's easily pushed away because of his light frame.

While an average hunter and tracker, his true talent is strategy. Had he grown up to be a good fighter and strategist, he would have been able to win over cats easily through his ability with deciding courses of action in split seconds. If only he'd been a good fighter...

While it may not be considered a common skill, Cindertail has a unique way of communicating with others through his silence. In common conversation, he may display emotion through his body language and reactions. When actually trying to communicate with another cat one on one, he will either make gestures with his tail or make semi - knowledgeable scratches in the dirt. While not completely successful, it still gets the point across.

History |

Cindertail was born into family of kittypets along with an unknown number of brothers and sisters. His Twoleg owners, being successful show - breeders, became worried when Cindertail did not make the squeaking, mewling noises that his brothers and sisters made and took him to a vet. When they discovered that he didn't have vocal chords, they promptly (and cruelly) threw him out and left him for dead. He was only 2 moons old.

Mere hours after the Twolegs left him for dead, and older she - cat rogue came upon him clawing desperately for warmth and more importantly, his mother. Having had kits before, Rhea, the rogue, decided to take in little Cindertail and mother him.

As Cindertail grew, Rhea began teaching him how to communicate without a voice. Soon after, she began to teach him how to hunt, fight, and track. They never stayed in one place, always moving from area to area. By the time Cindertail was 17 moons, they found themselves wandering in Meadowclan territory. The clans were new and recently established, so Cedarstar gave them a choice upon the, being found by a patrol; join, or leave.

As Rhea was growing rather old and Cindertail knew she wouldn't last much longer traveling, he spoke for the both of them, answering that they would join them. Both Rhea and Cindertail were happily accepted into the Clan and Cindertail was named a warrior after a moon of showing his skills. Rhea settled comfortably into elderhood.</sup>