#cinder-

Cinderpelt

Name meaning: Grey or black, truthful

Small and sleek-furred, smoky-dark gray molly (she/her) with pale blue eyes, and a twisted hind leg.

Cleric herb: Rush

Cause of death: Killed by a badger at 4 years

Voice claim: Kristen Schaal

Family and Education

Mother: Frostfur

Father: Lionheart

Brothers: Brackenfur, Thornclaw

Sister: Brightheart

Mentors: Firestar, Yellowfang

Apprentice: Leafpool

Nature

ENFP

Rebel good

Condition(s): Mobility impairment

Social

Platonic Love: Brackenfur, Brightheart, Firestar, Frostfur, Leafpool, Thornclaw, Yellowfang

Friend(s): Greystripe, Littlecloud, Sandstorm, Sorreltail, Volewhisper

Mixed feelings: Bluestar

Enemies: Clawface, Tigerstar, Zealstar

Cinderpelt design

Experimenting with some new formats! I’ll probably use a combination between art and writing from this point forward!

Windleap huffed as she stormed back to her nest, Moonswirl hurrying after her. Striketuft chuckled awkwardly. “Feisty, ain’t she?”

“Don’t speak in such a tone! She’s expecting kits!” Stormwater scoffed. “She is well within her rights to act with such emotion!”

Blackpaw wasn’t sure why she cared. But…no matter what he’d done, Moonstar…Moonswirl…he was still her father.

Even if she could still feel the sensation of her eyes being torn from her skull….

When Moonswirl’s patrol came back late that night, Blackpaw crept up to him, still adjusting to the new camp and her own lack of sight. She felt a lick on the top of her head, and it offered a sense of comfort just as much as it made her shudder.

“…I’m glad you got back safe,” she mumbled.