Cinder/Crow is quiet and always looks like she's judging you - and she probably is. Not very physically affectionate and won't usually initiate physical affection, but she won't push you off either. Oddly observant of how cats behave around her and what they're saying with body language rather than their mouths. She gets along with other cats just fine, but will struggle to make any real connections, leading to a feeling of being somewhat isolated. Once she does make some strong connections, she'll be reluctant to let go of them, wanting to forgive every wrongdoing and refusing to see past words at face value, ignoring whatever their body language is truly saying. She's very soft spoken and her voice is quiet, often not much louder than a whisper.

Cinder/Crow is small, with a very narrow frame and angular face and coarse, short fur. Though most of her fur is jet black, in the sunlight, faint tabby markings can be seen.

Some may notice the quiet voice that Cinder/Crow uses… this is partly due to her natural quiet nature and also partly due to her being selectively mute. She will not get the proper usage out of her voice, leading to it being weaker than most others. In addition to this, Cinder/Crow has never found it necessary to raise her voice in any manner, feeling that words are not always the best solution to every situation, and often action will speak far louder.

newtkit learns early that sometimes it’s easier to fade into the background of life. born right in the middle of the litter, it seems by fate for newtkit to have a paw in two worlds. darkfall and larkfire are unable to tell the gender of the kitten, and with 12 other kits it’s hardly a concern. a mere background character, that is what newtkit decides it will be.
unfortunately, one can only lie in wait for so long. an odd interest catches the youth up like a spider’s web, and they begin their slip into sadistic tendencies. a small mouse makes its way into the nursery by sheer misfortune, and newtkit is the first to pounce. the poor creature is treated like a toy to experiment with and bat around. but that’s merely normal cat behavior, isn’t it?
it only slips deeper from there, with his interest in death and life growing. silently, with an odd skill at disappearing into the shadowed corners of the camp, newtkit watches his mother’s work with herbs with a silent and unknown intrigue- especially when something calls for any matter of toxin or poison.
newtkit takes it upon himself to. . . learn how the body works, what makes it tick, what shuts it down. perhaps they ask larkfire to show them what plants to avoid. for cautions sake, of course.
carefully cataloguing each new plant they learn, either by being taught or by spying observing, newtkit keeps their knowledge neatly tucked away for themself, hoping they will one day have a chance to experiment.

apprenticed with its siblings, newtpaw finds a whole new world waiting for it beyond the camp. new plants- some benign, some interesting -new secrets, and. . . new prey. newtpaw takes a shine to hunting immediately, though their preference for tormenting prey before killing it seems to be a cause for concern, to say the least.
becoming close with another apprentice*, newtpaw and their friend are almost inseparable. oddly, however, their friend seems to be getting sick quite frequently, each time a new toxin. more a lab rat than companion, newtpaw sees them as merely a means to an end and a good opportunity to expand their knowledge. it’s not like there’s any place for over-eager optimists in shadowclan anyway. it’s doing them all a favor.
one day, newtpaw has pushed the limits too far. his ‘friend’s body has taken too much stress, and this last experiment shuts it down completely. newtpaw buries their friend just outside of shadowclan territory and returns alone. remorseful? yes. but guilty. . . no.
nothing can stand in the way of progress.

* possibly a sibling for extra drama. if so, it would end up very similar to “edward” by american murder song. if one of the players of the kits begins to lose interest, this might be a good in-lore way to have them go missing. i don’t think it would ever be their intention to cause their sibling’s death, but it would be a core moment if they got away with it.

from there, we shall see what happens in character for newt.

BASIC INFO - who are you really?

NAME(S):
newtkit
newtpaw - newtshade (future)

NICKNAMES:
newts, noot, nute

GENDER + PRONOUNS:
intersex - unlabeled - it/they/he/any

TRAITS:
observant + intelligent + inquisitive
apathetic = quiet = reserved
obsessive - compulsive - cynical

DISORDERS/COMPLICATIONS:
obsessive compulsive disorder

VOICE CLAIM:
dangerouslyfunny

DYNAMIC WITH LARKFIRE:
newtkit is fascinated by larkfire’s knowledge and resilience, and seeks to learn from her as much as he can. while he tries not to be a nuisance, he is often silently following her or looming around, merely watching. perhaps he has a habit of sneaking up on her silently and startling her by asking a question.

DYNAMIC WITH DARKFALL:
while larkfire is fascinating to the small lad, darkfall is equally intriguing. though newtkit doesn’t often hunt down his father, he will sometimes seek him out to ask questions about the clan and the enforcers, and will frequently ask him to tell it stories.


AESTHETICS:
overcast skies, frozen sheets of snow, smoke on a grey sky, fog, a stream in the middle of winter, deep caves, blood on snow, frosted flowers.

PLAYLIST:
the woods - san fermin
edward - american murder song
zydrate anatomy - repo! the genetic opera
killer - hoosiers
dead inside - younger hunger
puppet loosely strung - the correspondents
bernadette - iamx
ain’t no rest for the wicked - cage the elephant