Cinnamonpaw - LightClan

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Name: Cinnamonpaw
Moons: 7 Moons
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: LightClan
Rank: Apprentice [Trainies]
Short-Description:

A small ginger she-cat with emerald eyes.

Picture:

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Description:

.Body.
Cinnamonpaw is smaller then the average apprentice, but still looks abit leggy because she has a slim form. She has a rather long tail, which is usually found swaying out behind her and helping to keep her balance. The she-cat has a petite frame, not hinting atall that she might have any sort of muscle underneath her sleek fur. She does, but it's not much.
.Facial Features.
Cinnamonpaw has soft, mellow green eyes. The darker orange stripes around them sortof seem to blend end, making them seem like they could just melt away. Away from her eyes is a petite pink nose, long white whiskers sprouting out on each side of her muzzle. On the right side of her muzzle, the fur around her whiskers is white; the only white that is seen on this she-cat. Rather large ears are placed ontop, little fluffs of lighter orange fur on the insides. Her ears add a more amusing look to her at times, looking out of place atop the smaller frame. Around her ears lighter fur can be found, but is highlighted by darker streaks coming from her eyes and around the center of her head. The she-cat's fur seems to gradually get darker as it fades down to her chest.

.Fur.
Cinnamonpaw represents her name very well, being a ginger she-cat. Her fur is orange, tinted with brown here and there and darker orange stripes scattered about. Her coloration is nothing out of the ordinary, but she leans more towards a darker shadeing. On her back, stripes go down each side and then fade away once they meet her belly. Her legs follow the same sort of pattern; darker stripes on near her shoulders and the getting lighter, finally having no stripes atall on her paws. Her chest is darker, with lighter stripes coming around and stopping a few inches before they meet in the center. She is a short-haired cat, so her fur isn't too long in length. Cinnamonpaw took after her mother who was a ginger cat, while her brother obviously took after her father.

Personality:

Cinnamonpaw has always had that sortof motherly nature to her. As a kit she liked trying to help her den-mates and didn't want them getting into trouble and messing with the warriors. She was always worrying that her brother would hurt himself. The she-cat was never frightened easily either, not caring if she had to face danger or not. Even with this boldness, she was actually a quiet and shy cat; not talking much and preferring to listen. She enjoyed romping around with Whitepaw and their den-mates, but was never very loud and would usually let them continue on without her after a few minutes.

The she-cat has a strange look on things; thinking that all cats should be cared for equally, no matter what clan or rank they are. She was always very careing, and as a kit didn't understand why you couldn't help another clan. She is very loyal to the warrior code none-the-less, but will help a cat in need to the best of her ability if she can.

It could be said that Cinnamonpaw has a split personality. Most of the time she is quiet and kept to herself, but she can also have times when she's not afraid to just jump in and give her word to something. She's against the whole fighting idea, but she could support her side of an arguement fairly well with just words and explanations. She's never been much of a rambunctious cat, and instead of going off and playing she could usually be found sorting out herbs or listening to elder's stories. This other side of her also includes a sharper tongue. Usually she's not very rash and thinks things out, but if someone were to insult her or her clan, she can speak without thinking and snap at someone. It's not like her to do this sortof thing, and she usually apologizes later for snapping back and loosing her temper.

Cinnamonpaw hates cats who are selfish and think only for themselves. She goes by the rule that 'The Clan Always Come First'. Cats who don't care about the clan and work only for themselves infuriate her, and she doesn't understand how they could go along without careing about anyone else. The she-cat is also very picky, with an abundance of things. She tries to keep her fur as clean as possible, not likeing when it gets dirty and too out of place. Organization is also something that she works on, likeing to know where things are and aggrivated if things are just strewn about willy-nilly.

Looking deeper into the small ginger cat, you can find that she doesn't like having nothing to do. She will occupy herself with anything possible if she's not given a task. And if she is given a task to do, she'll do it to the best of her ability, not wanting to let anyone down or mess up. Messing up is one of her greatest fears, even though she knows that everyone does. She doesn't particularly like speaking in front of large groups either, but she will if she has to and can oddly keep her voice steady and high even though she's about ready to go and hide inside.

History:

Cinnamonpaw and Whitepaw were born from two loyal warriors; Gingerheart and Nightshade. Their mother was a ginger cat, while their father was black and white. They entered the world as two healthy kits, awed over and loved by their parents. The two could ask for no more, and it joyed them to watch Cinnamonkit and Whitekit grow. From the start, Cinnamonkit was always quiter then her brother, but still enjoyed tussling with their den-mates and exploring whenever they could sneak out. But if something got out of hand, she would try and fix it or instantly come back to their mother, whereas Whitekit would just ignore it and continue on. Cinnamonkit was thought to be the more responsible and caring one.

Throughout their nursery time, they grew and developed into their own personalities just like every other kit. Whitekit and their den-mates dreamed of becoming leader one day, but Cinnamonkit thought differently. She loved watching the medicene cats, and envied them for what they could do. So, from the time she was three moons, she knew that she wanted to be a medicene cat and be able to help her Clan in this wonderous way. Gingerheart and Nightshade thought it was a great idea, and were both truely glad that Cinnamonkit didn't share the same rambuntious attitude that her brother held.

Cinnamonkit's dream was mentioned to the medicene cat and leader, and both thought it over for the next moon or so. She was calm and patient, and had that sortof soothing tone to her; they both thought that she would work fine. So, when 6 moons came around for her and her den-mates, Cinnamonkit was made into the medicene cat apprentice. All the other kits were given mentors before her, and at first she thought that maybe she hadn't gotten one; until Lilyflower stepped up. It was a moment that she would never forget, when she was named the medicene cat apprentice. Lilyflower would be her mentor, and she would be trained in the ways of a medicene cat. One step closer to her dream, she had acheived what she had wanted as a kit.

Role Playing Example:

A small she-cat was curled up in her nest, her breathing calm and steady as she slept without worry. A few voices reached her ears, alerting her that the Clan was already up and moving about. Cinnamonpaw let out a yawn and slowly stood up, stretching and shaking off any moss that clung to her fur. Her mentor spotted her waking and flicked her tail to summon her, "Go get me some more burdock root, Cinnamonpaw. Take Whitepaw with you, you shouldn't have to go far." Cinnamonpaw nodded, turning around and bounding out of the medicene cat's den.

The small she-cat padded over to the apprentice's den, peering in and insantly spotting her more lazy sibling, "Whitepaw, wake up." She meowed at him, pawing him in aggrivation, "You have to come with me." She meowed, frowning as he grumbled something at her, "Whitepaw!" Cinnamonpaw meowed, hissing slightly. Sometimes he was just too lazy for his own good.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." Her brother meowed, standing up and shaking off. Cinnamonpaw turned around, her tail flicking in aggrivation as she started walking for the camp enterance. Whitepaw caught up with her, flicking her flank gently with his tail, "Calm down, Cinnamonpaw. Lilyflower doesn't expect you to be back in two seconds." Cinnamonpaw shrugged, scenting the air as they left the camp and looked around. She started off to the left, remembering where Lilyflower had shown her a few days before.

"Yes, but she does expect me not to be too slow. Maybe she needs it for something." She meowed to her brother, smirking some and picking up her pace. The two bounded side-by-side for a while, missing the days that they could just romp around in front of the nursery. They came apon the place where Cinnamonpaw was shown where to find burdock and slow down, panting slightly. The she-cat went over and dug up some while Whitepaw kept watch, scenting the air and makeing sure there wasn't any trouble.

"Ok. Let's go." Cinnamonpaw mumbeled through a mouthful, padding beside her brother as they headed back to camp. Both were silent as they went back, until they came to the camp enterance. Cinnamonpaw headed for the medicene cat den, but Whitepaw stopped her with the flick of his tail, "You won't forget me in all your duties, will you?" He meowed, frowning some. Cinnamonpaw let out an amused purr, "Whitepaw, we're siblings, of course not. Just because I'm the medicene cat apprentice doesn't mean we're in two different worlds. We're still in the same Clan." She mumbeled, trying to truely convince herself more then Whitepaw. Her ears flicked slightly as she turned, "I'll see you later." The she-cat meowed, bounding back over to Lilyflower's den, wondering why she had needed the burdock root. All the while she thought about what Whitepaw had said. No, it wouldn't happen. They were still siblings and in the same Clan, so nothing bad could happen even if they were in two different ranks. They'd still have time to spend with eachother, right?

Other:

Medicene Cat Apprentice.
(Also, I will be creating Whitepaw. And if she doesn't get accepted as m.c.a, just a normal apprentice would obviously be fine ^^)

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Yeesh. That's a long bio...
I didn't read the whole thing, but what I did is really good.

Accepted.