She weighs 6 lbs, and has a slim build wich is highlighted by her tail, which is far more bushy than most, it can keep her and her patients warm in the coldest of winters. Although her whole body is of a grey red colour, her left paw is white, and stands out from the rest of her body.

She has the most loving spirit, and cares for every cat from the youngest, innocent kit, to the grumpiest elder. She is always fair and understands justice, She has a very strong oppinion and if you get on the wrong side of her, you could be in for a surprise. she doesn’t favor certain cats over others, but will focus her attention most where it is most needed.

She was clan born, her mother and father both of FrostClan, her birth clan and current clan. When she was a kit she showed great interest in the herbs and other things that medicine cats did, and would often help the previous medicine cat. When it was time for her to become an apprentice, she willingly took the roll of being the next medicine cat. When her mentor Died sooner than expected, She sought the help of the other clan medicine cats to help her on her way.

Cinnamonpelts gentle blue eyes blinked slowly as the morning sun seeped through the twigs lining her den. she lifted her head and drank in the scents of the morning, a calm day, a cold day of winter. She stook up and arched her back into a sretch, her limbs quivering. She then stretched out her paws and yawned, showing her fine set of teeth, before licking her lips and padding out into the sunlight. She blinked, it was brighter out than inside her den. She padded towards the nursery, her tail held high and paws making a gentle cuffing sound as she walked. 'May I enter?' She purred to the Queen inside the den, before a round, friendly face popped out of the entrance; 'Good morning, cinnamonpelt. Is everything Okay?'
Cinnamonpelt nodded, 'I was just coming to check on you, how are you feeling today?'