At first glance, the she-cat is the vision of demurity. The she-cat is underwhelming: a petite package with few extruding angles or shapes. She possesses a rather delicate stature, even when compared to her clanmates. Underneath the fur, her stature consists of gentle curves and a few angles. Her limbs are slender and bird-like, emphasizing her narrow build. Even the fur on her tail does not extend outwards by far, a slim appendage with few feathers. 

Despite the fragility afflicting her early years, Cinderblaze's passion for physical prowess, long hikes, and endurance training as an apprentice more than made up for it. Her weight is concentrated around her haunches and legs, making her appear more stout than streamlined. The long tresses making up her fur add to a delicate demeanor belying the fire underneath. The hue of her fur has darkened as she aged - but the beauteous speckles of amber and tan across a chocolate mask remained.

Distinctive chiseled lines come together to form a captivating visage. Cinderblaze's face is covered in a chocolate mask, with vibrant amber and beige speckles.

“…to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair” Isaiah 61:3

Cinderkit was the youngest of three - her meager existence a feeble seedling where strong roots should've set down. Her siblings lay cold, defeated in the earth, despite being older and more fit than her. Two stillborns — a bad sign for the first-time queen. Sandpelt, her mother, shot the other queens resentful gazes before giving the kit so vigorous a grooming that she soon nursed like the others. Within a few days at suck, Cinderkit caught up to the other kits in the nursery and so the troubling circumstances of her birth were soon forgotten.

Like any single child, Cinderkit received the lions share of her parents attention. During this time, she witnessed many disparities between her mother and father, many of which would lead to altercations and arguments that were distressing for the young kit. Rookstone, her father was a tom who despite leading through example, preached a gentler approach to parenthood. Especially since Cinderkit was very nearly stillborn. Anything could happen to his daughter. His cherished one who had only just escaped death. He would've gladly sheltered his daughter in the nursery forever had it not been for Sandpelt insisting on maintaining a "normal" image of their daughter, a daughter who would grow up among Ridgeclan's strongest. Where Rookstone's demeanor was like a gentle river, Sandpelt was coarse and gritty like the sandbed for which she was named.

Cinderkit wound up facing different duties and requirements from each of her parents. Rookstone pushing her towards domestic duties, building responsibility, while Sandpelt favoured tussling and independent pursuits. When her parents disgreed on anything, she witnessed shouting matches that left her scrambling for a different nest.

Even more unbearable was the pitying glances from her peers and their parents. Queens clicked their tongues and shook their heads - saying words like "Poor dear." or "Sweet child, does it scare you when your parents shout so?" Reminded constantly of her status as the lastborn, she mistakes their kindness for condecension. The queens were promptly spurned from her company, and her days instead occupied by getting under warriors's paws, nabbing prey too big for her, and in general, conveying a boisterous attitude shocking for one so small. It got her noticed for acting out, even if for all the wrong reasons.

Cinderkit was one of many who interpreted the fallen tree as a calling. She'd been told her whole life up until this point that her delicate health and ill-circumstanced birth would hold her back. She snuck out of the nursery and into the company of unwitting elders and the older apprentices, filling her head with visions of fire and starlight weaving silk across the skies in enigmatic patterns.

In conjunction with Cinderkit's stubborn personality, Wolfstar aptly allowed her to study under Sparrowhawk, one of his strongest fighters and a grueling taskmaster. Through her mentor, Cinderpaw unveiled a new side of Ridgeclan. Under the facade of strength and grandeur, a fire was kindling underneath. Drilling from sundown to sunset, toiling up steep mountains and stooping into crouches until her limbs trembled, may not seem like bonding intuitively; yet where most Ridgeclans' senior warriors offered little beyond grueling toil and unreasonable demands, Sparrowhawk was a far more perceptive mentor, not merely hard-handed. Keenly able to break down her deficiencies, the gully between Cinderpaw and her peers, she set her apprentice to work with relentless passion.

The carefully curated approach Sparrowhawk used ensured Orchdpaw's small size was not a hindrance. As even cornered rabbits bite eventually.

to-do: apprentice
- swiftcloud dies and a new oracle rises to power; noticaebly more devout and fanatical in their beliefs

- training with hawk; they get along reasonably despite differences in personality and their differing ideologies. Hawk doesn't pity her at least.
- 10 mns; sunstorm approaches her mother with a betrothal offer; her hand for dawnpaw's 
- warrior assessment sunstorm asks for her and dawnpaw to bring back a hawk as per ridgeclan tradition. 
- the hunt goes badly; dawn kills the hawk while Cinder's badly injured on her shoulder. she's forced to stay a whole two moons in the medicine den, delaying her warrior name.
- during this time hawktail informs her that sunstorm has called off the betrothal. the good news is that she won't have to settle down as a queen.

to-do: warrior
- Cinderpaw becomes Cinderblaze
- quickly learns about dawn's true colors; the two fall out due to their breakup and she loses touch with duskpaw/-fang as well.
- on good terms with the rest of the friend group regardless.
- she reluctantly keeps the secret about duskfang and fireflylight - if not for the sole reason of blackmail down the line.
- being around her family, who's ideologies differ her from her own, is stressful. sandpelt especially pushes her daughter towards positions of power, urging her to side with wolfstar more often than not.

to-do : ridgeclan war and aftermath
- losing lilyflight and fireflylight
- flings around with the other warriors and goes no-contact with her family when they disapprove
- Duskfang leaves Ridge, leaving Cinder to make a new life
- Two younger siblings are born a few moons later; brackenkit and rosekit. She's mostly banned from seeing them in the nursery, but occasionally when they wander out, Cinderblaze is there to guide them in the way of Ridgeclan.

- Goes after the hawk that scarred her as an apprentice with Hawktail and she finally kills it, avenging her past self.
- She meets Snowlight quite by accident after they go out on patrol together, and she falls head over heels.
- She gets her first apprentice - Bearpaw!
- Present day

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