Cinder/male/RC and Darkness/female/RC. Finished.

[Flintpelt [Spideh]]

-- Name --
Cinder + Darkness.

- Do you honor ? -
No.

-- Age --
5 moons.

-- Gender --
Male + Female.

-- Appearance --

Deep in the shadowy confines of the RiverClan nursery, queens and kits nuzzled together, appeased and comforted by the warm, milky smell permeating the air and the incessant rumblings of contented purrs. Volutes of thin dust danced in the bright shafts of quicksilver light streaking in through holes in the den's ceiling, their wavering hues directed downwards from the glowing disc of the celestial moon, their tan tones twirling and shifting through the air, seemingly intent on drawing in the beauty of the moon and keeping it for themselves in their sweeping bows and curtsies, in the jumps and graceful leaps they created. The youngest cats, still awake and restless, became mesmerized by this eternal dance of exotic grace, and finally drifted into deep, dreamless sleep.
Except for two small figures, standing alone in the entrance of the brush.
"What do you think keeps it up there, Cinder?"
A little kit, her fur as dark as the starless night itself, had gathered her simple courage to ask the difficult question. She was of petite size, small and underweight as well as wiry of muscle, but somehow managed to look strong and brave even with these disadvantages. Twin orbs of deep amber blinked in unison, staring intensely at the kitten beside her, little tail twitching in time with her breath.
Breath in. Twitch. Breath out. Twitch. Breath in. Twi-
"Am I supposed to know?"
The tiny female let a thin smile of satisfaction run over her maw as the tom-kit's answer finally arrived, but she quickly wiped it away as her companion swiveled around to look at her in turn. She put on an expression of thoughtful pondering, tapping a thorn-sharp claw on her chin pensively, slowly, deliberately making the kit beside her edgy and uncomfortable. She could tell by his restless movements that he didn't want to stay in this oppressive silence, that words needed to be said. Smirking craftily to herself, she relented, clearing her throat to stall some more before handing out her own reply.
"Cuz you're older."
"By three seconds, Dark."
"It's still older, no?"
An annoyed sigh escaped the tom-kit's open maw, and he closed his eyes impatiently, rubbing his lids with a tired paw. He was nearly the same color as the kit sitting alongside of him, a deep, midnight black, except for a slight hint of silver-brown around his muzzle and patches of lighter gray on the front of his forelegs. More thickly built than his companion, he was a promising warrior, the sinew under his pelt already clearly defined. A formidable opponent. He was also bigger in size, being a good head taller than the teasing she-kit, but that didn't seem to matter to the female sitting there with her unnerving, penetrating stare. She kept on fixing him with her large orange eyes, unchanging, a blank expression pasted on her ebony features. He tried to stare back, slate-gray oculars glinting defiantly, but only managed to keep her gaze for a few seconds. Under her constantly scrutinizing stare, he couldn't help fidgeting and feeling uncomfortable, and the she-kit also seemed to enjoy torturing him. A faint smile pierced her mask, and she giggled, her high-pitched voice making hardly a sound in the vast silence of the night. Cinder rolled his pale oculars mockingly, a faint sigh of reluctance whistling through the tips of his gleaming ivory fangs, and gave his Darkness a playful shove.
"Cummon, sis. Ya know I hate it."
"That's why I do it," she answered slyly, pushing him back, though the glint of amused joy in her brilliant orbs betrayed her teasing nature. It was all just a game, and the two siblings finally settled down, sitting side-by-side again, dark orange and blue-gray oculars staring in unison at the moon, as if both were hoping to make her quail and fidget with just a glance. A faint smile crept over Cinder's face as he finally thought up an answer to his sister's first question. He strove hard to reply to anything said to him, and he earned the respect Darkness had for him and his quick mind.
"The stars help hold it in place. They tie strings to themselves, and attach those to the moon by throwing big rocks on her. That's what all those dark spots are."
"Big rocks?"
"Yeh. Big rocks."

-- RP example --

I'd like to know if the appearance is enough for an RP example. It is made in that form, and it also tells of their colors and such.
Thankee for telling me.

-- Clan --
RiverClan.

-- Rank --
Kit.

-- Breed --
None.

-- Personality --

This is pretty much explained in the appearance. Darkness is an annoying little squirt, though she goes easy on her brother. Her stare is ever harder to enemies, and she delights in playing pranks upon them. Revenge is her specialty, and she never lets any insult go without a counter-attack. Cinder is the head-strong one, stubborn and unwilling to give up, desperate to show that he can beat his sister. Most of the time, however, he fails miserably. The one advantage he has is that he has more bravery and courage than his sister. That's all, explained in short.

-- History --

Many, many moons ago, Fogkit was born.
She was one of a litter of two, along with her brother, Mistkit, older by 15 seconds. Her mother was Clawfoot, a queen of ShadowClan, and her father was Deadtooth, a ShadowClan tom. She had an uncle named Spiderfang, but that was her only family. Deadtooth's siblings and parents had all died in a great war, and Clawfoot and Spiderfang had never known their parents. So Fog and Mist grew up together, just like their mother and uncle had before them.
However, there were a few disaggreements between the two kits. Mistkit, for some reason, harbored a deep hate for his only sister. And Fogkit was a bit of a... fraidy-cat. So she got bullied most of the time, and took the blame for every one of Mist's escapades. She didn't seem to mind, but she did, and a loathing for her older brother began to grow deep inside her heart and mind.
When she became an apprentice, newly-named Fogpaw, she pushed her hate away for a while, deciding to go hunting instead of spying on her brother's actions. Deep inside the ShadowClan territory, she met Mistpaw, also hunting. But he wasn't here only to catch prey.
Yowling like a madcat, Mistpaw jumped on hi sister, immediately flaying her fur with his claws. Helpless and shocked, his sibling didn't move at first, but the pain soon shot her into action. She pushed Mist off of her back with a hearty shove and ran off, soon followed by her brother. They ran after each other, one chasing the second, until both reached the Thunderpath. Fogpaw ran right across, into ThunderClan territory. Satisfied that he had gotten rid of his sister once and for all, the mad tom returned home, yowling out that if he ever saw Fogpaw's hide again, he would kill her.

Fog, being the scared little feline she was, ran on and on, until she got lost inside the trees. She had to learn to fend for herself for many moons, not showing too many signs of her passage, or the Clans would become suspicious. And so the moons passed.
When Fog became 29 moons of age, she met Quicksilver, another feline exiled from his home, except for the fact that it had been his mother instead of his sibling. She fell in love with the gentle tom, and, together, they had four kits.
Error was a sprightly young female, colored a bright blue-gray hue just like her father. Distaste resembled a mixture of both of her parents, silver and black all patched together. Cinder was an ebony kit, looking like his grandmother much more than anything with his pale gray eyes and stark black coat. Darkness, similar to Cinder except for her orange eyes and small stature, also resembled her grandmother, but had Fog's orange eyes.
The little family lived peacefully for two moons. Two moons of joy and happiness, shared with their father and each other. Two moons of calm before the storm arrived.
A ThunderClan patrol happened upon their den. The whole family was there. Quicksilver immediately got in the way to give his mate and kits a chance to go, followed by Distaste, who always copied what her father did. As Fog and her other three kits ran off, both were killed. The ThunderClan cats continued racing after the she-cat and her little ones.
They ended up in Sunningrocks, right next to the River. Heart rising in her chest, her hope renewed, Fog picked up Darkness, the runt, and so smallest, of the litter, and told the other two, Error and Cinder, to climb onto her back. She then set off into the River, swiftly followed by the other felines, who hung back, eyes warily staring at the water.
One, more ambitious than the rest, plunged into the water after Fog. His flailing paws caught Error and swung her right into the River. She grabbed Cinder's tail, but the current took her too quickly for her to get a good grip on the tom's slick fur. She didn't come back up.
With strength born of desperation, Fog threw Darkness onto the bank close-by, grabbed Cinder by his scruff, and threw him right after his smaller sister. The ThunderClan warrior pulled her under, and neither reappeared. The rest of the patrol, fearing for their lives if they also got caught in the water, ran away. The two kits were left to themselves.
To make a long story short, a RiverClan patrol found them the next day, and took them in. They have lived there ever since.

-- Codewords --
Que tengas suerte, Masked.

-- Pictures --
www.sobi.org/photos/Cat/Istanbul/Market/DSC_0826.jpg
^ Cinder ^

www.sobi.org/photos/Cat/Greek/DelphiCats_001.jpg
^ Darkness ^

-- Additional Information --
Mother: Unknown.
Father: Unknown.
Other siblings: Error, Distaste, both dead.
Grandmother: Clawfoot, dead.
Grandfather: Deadtooth, gone.

[Silverstream]

Soooooo sorry! I read this thread, and was going to post when I had to leave. I totally forgot! Everything is perfect, as usual, and this is Accepted! I love the way you did the Appearance!