Sootstorm [u/f]

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Name-

Sootstorm

Age-

22 moons

Gender-

She-cat

Clan-

JayClan

Rank-

Warrior

Apprentice-

None at the moment

Kin-

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Beliefs-

Sootstorm is the same as she has always been. She was kind of oblivious even, to the fact that "StarClan hadn't warned them". She had just thought that the storm was not in their power, and that they hadn't known about it either. Simple as that. So, she still believes in StarClan.

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Personality-

The cat is, in a way, strange. She has a weird kind of energy about her. To some cats, she is soothing, easy to be around. But with others, they want to stay away from her... and they normally don't know why. Either they like her right away, or they don't. It's as simple as that. She can't help the way others feel about her, but Sootstorm feels that... she is mysterious somehow. This mysteriousness makes her emotions difficult to read. Her face stays as smooth as stone if she wants it to, her eyes hard. It frightens some cats, but others find it amusing.

Since she grew up with her slow-learning brother, the she-cat had developed many nice qualities over the seasons. Sootstorm has extreme patience. She loved teaching cats to learn something new, and will stand by their side until it sticks in their minds. Sootstorm also finds satisfaction in sorting out other cats' problems, for some odd reason. The cat will sit for moons, comforting them, soothing them. Another of her good qualities is her determination, her loyalty. Sootstorm is a loyal cat through and through. She will never find more pleasure in doing anything but serving her Clan. She wants to show JayClan who she is, what she is fighting for. Sootstorm's determination doesn't over-power her mind, like it does with some cats. She knows where to stop when things get shakey. She would never do any harm to any cat in order to become more powerful. The cat loves where she is in her life right now, she needs nothing more.

And then there is clumsiness. She isn't that great of a hunter, you see, due to this very fact. Sootstorm is constantly tripping over her own paws, or her tail even. She doesn't even know how she manages to trip on her tail, but it happens. Her clumsiness gets in the way of many things. For example, Sootstorm has an exceptionally difficult time getting over trees that have fallen across a river, and things like that. But she doesn't let her clumsiness overwhelm her. Though some cats may make fun of her for it, she knows that many others respect her. And that's the way it should be.

The cat has a great sense of discipline and self-control. If something is going too far, she knows how to stop it. If a younger cat was, for example, talking back to an elder, she would immediately jump in and put some sense into the cat. She hates to see any cat disrespecting others, especially the senior warriors and the elders. As far as self-control goes, Sootstorm has got it covered. Well, she can't exactly control her clumsiness, but she can control her thoughts and most of her actions. The cat thinks before she does things. She uses her common sense. And when she is in a difficult situation, she can usually pull herself out of it with really, no problems.

Appearance-

She has the kind of look that some cats may find beautiful. But others may not. Sootstorm would be one to be picked out of a crowd, though. She has beautiful, large golden eyes with darker flecks scattered among them. Her eyes really stand out against her fur colors, and are usually the first thing that a cat notices about her.

The other thing that is noticed right away, is the black spot right on her nose. There is an upside down "v" spot filled with white that starts near Sootstorm's forehead. The black spot forms right on top of the white, inbetween her eyes. Then it travels all the way down the bridge and stops smack dab on her nose. Then, the white that surrounds the black spot spreads out and runs across her cheek bones, then down her neck and chest. While we're on the subject of Sootstorm's chest.. there is another significant marking there as well, that is noticable also. If she is standing with her legs like this " | | ", then the spot is right inbetween the crease of her front legs, under her chest. It is a black spot that looks sort of strange, but others don't take too much notice of it. Her front legs are strange. There are black spots that spiral down both her left and her right front legs. The spirals stop near the middle of her legs, leaving her paws to be white.

The rest of her fur is just a mixture of black and white that swirl in with eachother, creating a pattern along her back. Sootstorm's tail starts black at the base and continues as black until it gets a pretty far way up her tail. Then the black abrubtly stops, and continues on as white. Then, the white stops a few inches up, and the very tip of her tail is black. It looks unusual, but Sootstorm likes it. She gets many questions reguarding her tail, which most of them come from kits, who squeak "Your tail looks funny! How did it get like that?" Or "Is your tail supposed to be like that?" The she-cat finds it quite amusing.

Sootstorm has a medium-sized build, for the most part. Her hind legs are muscular, but not too big. The muscles are wirey and thin, rather than bulky, so the cat's legs don't look muscular, they just are. Her front legs aren't as strong, but if she were get into a tough situation, she could pin down mostly any cat without too much of a problem. Sootstorm has small paws, which are one of the many reasons for her clumsiness. She can't balance right on them. Another reason for that is her tail. It is long and thin, and the cat constantly trips over it, if she doesn't keep it out from under her paws [which she finds rather difficult]. Sootstorm has short, wide ears with little white fuzzies in them. Her nose is black and a little bit on the wide side. It curves out at an angle and is kind of pushed down into her face. The she-cat has white, spread-out whiskers that stick out this way and that. They are very defined against the black spots on her pelt.

History-

Sootkit

"What's wrong with him?"
Sootkit had a strange kithood. She was born into a litter of two. Herself, and her brother Blackkit. When she had finally opened her eyes, she remembered the first thing that she saw was her brother laying beside her. At first sight, the kit had had a spot in her heart for the tom. But she didn't know how much of a hassle that the tom would bring in the future.

"Why is he different?"
It had taken awhile for Blackkit to open his eyes. She had worried that they would never open, and he would have to live like that for the rest of his life. But they did open, and everyone was relieved. Sootkit had immediately wanted to play with her brother, but her mother had soon forbidden her to do so. She wondered why. All of the other kits were allowed to play... why not Blackkit? When she asked her mother for a reason, the reply was simply "He's different." It took about three moons to understand what Blackstorm was talking about. But appearently she meant that Blackkit had a different mind than everyone else. At four moons, Blackkit was finally learning how to speak, and he was trying so hard.

"You can't be serious."
It was as if the kit's efforts were useless. After he was striving in learning how to talk, and how to do new things, something terrible happened to him. The kit had been crushed by a tree branch the first time that Blackstorm had taken them out of camp. Sootkit had been utterly shocked. She had really thought that her brother would grow up to be an apprentice with her, then warrior. Blackstorm had blamed herself for moons, saying that if she hadn't have taken her kits out of camp that day, Blackkit wouldn't have died.

Sootpaw

"The past is the past."
After the shock died down, Sootpaw went back to living her life. Her heart still hurt for her brother, but she knew that it wasn't worth dwelling on. That would just slow her down. Sootpaw was an apprentice now, and that changed everything. She had a new outlook on things, a new reason. The apprentice worked hard and did her best to fulfill her duties. As she was growing older, she was getting more and more experienced. But she was also becoming clumsy for some reason. Her mentor had been concerned about her hunting in her last few moons of training and Sootpaw was afraid that they would delay her warrior ceremony. But it wasn't delayed, because she showed them that she could hunt.. decently.

Sootstorm

"You clumsy fool."
The first day as a warrior, and she embarrased herself. During the naming ceremony, Sootstorm had tripped on her tail as she had padded to the center of the clearing. How annoying. Sootstorm was angry at herself for that little moment, but the anger soon faded as she was appointed a warrior. Many cats congratulated her with a purr or two, then cleared away. But some stuck around and gave her strange looks. Some whispered things about her to eachother, like; "Is she ready to be a warrior? I mean, she's so unstable on her paws..." or "That mouse-brained fool can't even catch a mouse!". These comments irritated Sootstorm, and may have brought down her self-esteem, but she still believed in herself enough to keep on trecking along.