Sootstorm [ThunderClan]

[moof]

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Name: Sootstorm

Gender: She-Cat

Age: 22 moons

Clan: ThunderClan

Rank: Warrior

Apprentice: N/A... Suggestions?

Love Interest: N/A... Suggestions?

Kin: Blackstorm [mother], Blackkit [brother, deceased]

Description:
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. 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, in between 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 noticeable also. If she is standing with her legs like this " | | ", then the spot is right in between 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 many a 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 correctly 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.

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, because she doesn't fill silence with bothersome fluff. But with others, they want to stay away from her... and they normally don't know why. Perhaps it's because she doesn't let her guard down easily. Either cats 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. She'd be a great mentor to any cat, though, maybe a bit of a softy. 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 ThunderClan 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 shaky. 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. Maybe someday she'll learn to be steadier on her paws.

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.

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 she-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 walk, and he was trying so hard. The two kits began to become very close as they grew, and Sootkit would spend hours trying to teach her brother new things.

"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. Though it could have happened to anyone, she had really thought that her brother would grow up to become an apprentice with her, then a 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. There was truth in this, but Sootkit knew it wasn't really her mother's fault. Everything happened for a reason, so it was said.

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 becoming 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.. semi-decently.

Sootstorm

"You clumsy fool."
The first day as a warrior, and she embarrassed 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.

Other: Nothin, muffin!

Roleplay Example: This was from another site, a long time ago! I'm sure I've gotten better. :3 Haha.

An eerie silence filled Brindlestar’s den. The tom laid on his stomach, his flank rising and falling with each icy breath he took. A thin puff of moisture escaped out of his mouth each time he exhaled. It was getting colder each day, and Brindlestar was not looking forward to leaf-bare. His Clan had been through enough in the past moon, and now they would have to battle against the cold weather in this unfamiliar territory. The tabby couldn’t help but think back to the storm. He couldn’t manage to understand why StarClan hadn’t warned them about it. Maybe StarClan hadn’t even known about the whole ordeal. Brindlestar desperately needed to speak with his ancestors. Hopefully they would have some answers.

Sighing, the leader got to his feet and gave his chest a few defiant licks. At least he had been feeling better lately. His depression wasn’t so bad. Shalepaw was probably to thank for that. Throughout the past half-moon, his half-sister had helped him get through a lot of things. Shalepaw was always faithful in him, which scared Brindlestar sometimes, incase he were to let the apprentice down. She had helped him through his depression, his doubts, his wavering faith in StarClan. And she was still looking out for him, while the Clan was settling into their new home, and re-building themselves.

Brindlestar pricked his ears and padded slowly out of his den, then stopped a couple of rabbit hops outside of it. He spotted Reedstripe returning with a mouthful of herbs, and gave the cat a thankful nod. The tom swept his gaze across the camp. The PaleClan cats would have to work hard to make themselves feel at home again. The dens were nowhere close to being finished. The nursery would need to be worked on first, so that the kits and nursing queens could stay warm. As of right now, there were gaps in the walls and no protective barrier around the den’s entrance. The camp wall would definitely need work, as well. Perhaps they could get to work on that today.

Brindlestar bounded over to the fresh-kill pile to see if any cat had been out hunting yet. There was a single mouse on the “pile”. He decided that he would leave the prey for a weaker cat, and go hunting himself. Without delay, the tabby leader padded out of camp, in search of food for his Clan.

The sun was climbing higher in the sky. Brindlestar had, surprisingly, caught quite a bit of prey. The tom hadn’t gone very far into the territory yet, though. He carried two mice and a vole by their tails in his jaw, and would have to go back for the other critters that he had caught. Optimism was crawling through his fur. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. The territory seemed like a very nice place to re-start a Clan. Well, from what he had seen so far.

Clouds drifted over the sun, causing the atmosphere to darken. Brindlestar glanced up at the sky. Maybe he was being too optimistic. The Clans still had many things to sort out among themselves. And, some cats were still doubting his authority as leader. He could only hope that it wouldn’t go so far as cats grouping up and leaving PaleClan. PaleClan needed as many strong cats as it could get, and couldn’t go with losing any.

He looked up as he heard paw steps approaching. It was Shalepaw. She quickly asked him about hunting, and he let her go with a flick of his tail. Brindlestar twitched his tail in frustration, and bounded back out of camp to fetch the prey that he had left behind.

[Cai]

I like her, Moof! x3 It's a little odd to me that a mother would name her son after herself, but whatever floats your boat.

I have to say... "While we're on the subject of Sootstorm's chest.." = dirty thoughts. >3
But this is hilarious "If she is standing with her legs like this " | | ","

Anyway...

[moof]

I guess she liked her own name. Haha. You are a pervvvvvv! ;3 Hahaha.

[yoko]

Moofy. What a pawnsome bio.

[Icy-son]

Awesome bio. ;D
-huggles Sootstorm-

[Cai]

Lol "I DUN CARE THAT HE'S A BOY, HE'S HAVING MY NAME!"

And yes. Cai is an occasional perv. x3

[Cai]

Since Moof went poof, Sootstorm is now up for adoption until the 18th September, on which date she will be moved to the Graveyard.