Cashmerecloud
Cash is undoubtedly gorgeous, with his golden eyes and incredibly soft silver fur that smells of lavender, despite the prominent burn scars on his flank. The furs of his long, bushy tail have also been seared away, leaving behind frayed, blackened ends. Some hoped that the devastation caused to the clan, and the personal effects the molten lava and raging flames had on him, would have tempered the tom's egocentric demeanor, would have made him more sensitive to the hardships of life and his clanmates' trauma, but if anything, the fire only branded his tendecies even deeper onto his soul. Cashmerecloud is, put simply, an [redacted]. He is deeply loyal to SunClan, but he has a backhanded, borderline insulting way of showing it. Socially oblivious, he doesn't recognize how damaging it can be to insist that a permanent mud mask is more appealing than facial scarring or how one ought to try his strict skin care routine to rid themselves of unsightly blemishes. These types of unsolicited advice are always offered with a pretty, though disingenuous, smile. He's really very pretty, isn't he? Cash has delusions of being the perfect warrior and of settling down with a nice girl, having a triad of rambunctious kittens, and retiring at a relatively young age- nevermind his uselessness when it comes to warrior duties and his insistence that he's far too good-looking to be saddled with the menial chores better suited for 'the clan's future warriors,' or his blushing, bumbling foolishness around soft-looking boys, aversion to the fairer sex, and general dislike of children. Though pigheaded and thoroughly obsessed with himself, </i>most</i> of the time he is well-meaning; he's just honest about himself and in love with the parts that others may find undesirable. He has a vision of a perfect world and considers himself the guide to help everyone else fit into his version of perfection.