Cinderwhisper

An angular, silver mackerel tabby she-cat with hazel eyes and a slim build

A silver tabby molly with a slim build and hazel eyes. Her fur is short and sleek, making it easy for her to groom. The shape of her eyes could be described as rounded almond and her nose and pawpads are pink. Along with this, her face is pointed.

A solitary molly who enjoys sticking by those she considers dear to herself. Though, being a cat who never had children, she’s the last one of her bloodline to her knowledge, the last of her immediate kin being her littermate and sister who had passed away about four moons ago meaning that nowadays, she’s usually found in a corner of the elders’ den by herself, sleeping or daydreaming since she didn’t really form close bond to those outside her kin and the few friends she had made in her kithood who were long gone. She’s not particularly fond of visitors in the elders’ den but would never kick anybody out and if someone says the right thing she may warm up a little.

• Born in the Moon of First White (2014) 062
• Made an Apprentice as Cinderpaw in RiverClan during the Moon of First Fishing (2015) 068
• Named a Warrior as Cinderwhisper in RiverClan during the Moon of Turning Leaves (2015) 074
• Acknowledged as a Senior Warrior as Cinderwhisper in RiverClan during the Moon of Running Prey (2018) 109
• Became an Elder as Cinderwhisper in RiverClan during the Moon of Long Nights (2020) 142

With the death of her mother through birth complications, Cinderkit and her sister Wolfkit were raised with the help of the clan and a queen who had milk at the time. Their sire, although alive, wasn’t super present in the kits’ lives but would visit maybe once a moon just to check up on them. The two littermates weren’t too upset over this though, happy to have various different cats take care of them. They mostly stuck with each other though, sharing a small nest and getting into mischief together, catching little bugs and playing nursery games like moss ball. 

In her early apprenticeship, Cinderpaw saw herself as a very happy and understanding molly who was always ready to train. The part of training that she loved most was hunting and providing for her clan though ironically enough, she wasn’t a fan of getting wet all that much so she’d often be seen trying to do things that required as little interaction with water as possible though she wasn’t one to argue with an older cat if they requested for her to do so. It wasn’t even like she had long fur she just wasn’t a huge fan of swimming. 

She didn’t change much further into her apprenticeship other than the fact she wasn’t as close to her sister compared to when they were kits. It made sense. They were both a bit busier. But it wasn’t like they stopped talking and Cinderpaw was sure that once they became warriors they would find a way to start spending time together again. Cinderpaw had a positive relationship with most cats who were close to her including her sire and dam since, in her heart, she felt that being loyal was immensely important not just to the clan but to your friends and family too.

When Cinderwhisper got her warrior name she felt pretty happy with it, especially since the name just felt right as with age and she slowly but surely grew out of being an adolescent, she became a quieter cat in general, starting to be found keeping to either herself, her kin, or one of her two close friends. Being a new warrior was exciting. She had been one to stand tall and proud when she had been introduced at the gathering alongside her sister and she no longer had to spend so much time training over and over again. 

As four seasons came and went, Cinderwhisper had settled into a nice routine. The most recent leafbare had been extremely harsh on her though as she had caught greencough, the molly having been convinced that she was going to see StarClan the next time she blinked. As if fate were against her though, it did, however, take the lives of her sire and the only close friend she really had besides her sister. Though after the fall of the few greencough victims, Cinderwhisper’s sister changed. It wasn’t really for better or worse but it was certainly a change. That was for sure. 

It was strange in Cinderwhisper’s eyes. Among the victims of greencough had been another molly that her sister had been close to. So it made sense to be upset but Cinderwhisper felt that it made no sense for her to just start pushing everybody away. Cinderwhisper was her littermate for goodness sake, shouldn’t they be sticking together? Cinderwhisper confronted her sister, only to be met with brief answers. The molly decided that she’d be patient with her. Perhaps this was her way of grieving. Plus she was carrying out all her warrior duties as normal and seemed healthy.

Cinderwhisper had been wrong though. She and her sister never grew close again. It was due to a variety of factors but perhaps the biggest one was how different their personalities had become, Cinderwhisper spending most of her time outside of warrior duties sleeping while her sister spent her time outside her warrior duties having fun doing whatever she and her friends did. In the beginning, Cinderwhisper definitely felt a mixture of negative emotions including anger, denial, loneliness, and more. But she also felt that she only had herself to blame. It was her that had chosen solitude. Not her sire. Not her littermate. Not her friends who were long gone.

Cinderwhisper did attempt to make friends with her clanmates for a short while but it certainly wasn’t as easy as when she had been an apprentice. She felt like she was at the age where friendship circles were pretty much set in stone. Maybe she was overthinking things. Her clanmates would be more than happy to bond and spend time with her outside of patrols. Her sister had reminded her of this fact one day when they happened to have a conversation. Cinderwhisper had nodded but deep down she decided that maybe she was like this because she was the most happy in solitude.

After a few seasons had come and gone, Cinderwhisper had come to terms with her solitary lifestyle. Sure it took her a long time to do so but it was certainly better to do so now then never. Cinderwhisper’s favourite thing to do in general was hunting. She didn’t just enjoy being set on hunting patrols but rather, having hunting as a past-time as well. She found that, despite the fact that fish was the staple of RiverClan, she personally found the most joy in catching avians and rodents. Throughout her life, Cinderwhisper had watched many cats live and die but she felt that bearing kits wasn’t apart of StarClan’s plans for her. 

Cinderwhisper was now at an age where she could retire. Her sister had. They were at the age at which it was considered normal to retire but Cinderwhisper felt that she still had some strength in her bones, deciding to go for a few more seasons. She definitely wasn’t stupid though. She promised herself that she’d request to retire when her body couldn’t take it anymore. But for now, she’d enjoy her last few moons of warriorhood, hunting for her clan and helping in basically any other way she could. And if she wasn’t doing either? Her sister would most definitely find her sleeping in the sun. 

At the age of 72 moons old, Cinderwhisper’s sister, Wolfcry had passed away. Cinderwhisper felt like she was supposed to be upset but with how far apart they had grown, basically becoming friendly acquaintances, Cinderwhisper only felt a little bit sad. She also felt that this was a sign to retire, her body starting to slow down as well. Nowadays, the recently retired elder spends most of her time napping in the sun as she always had, not minding when a clanmate or two wishes to start a conversation with her. After all, it wasn’t like she had anything better to do anymore.

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