Sootpaw of BlazeClan

[Voyde]

TITLE: Sootpaw
RANK: Apprentice
HOME: BlazeClan
SEX: She-Cat
AGE: 8 moons
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APPEARANCE:

Body Description

Sootpaw is one of the easiest cats to spot in BlazeClan. As her name suggests, she is covered with semi-long dark black fur similar to the charred material left behind by fire. Well suited for the camp she lives in, Sootpaw's small and compact haunches and shoulders allow her to swiftly squeeze inside several of the underground dens that BlazeClan is known for. Her legs are short and narrow, almost even too small for an average apprentice. Her mid-torso area is just as lithe as the rest of her body, although she claims to eat just as much as the other apprentices. "Small" isn't nessicarily synonymous with "scrawny." Sootpaw's chest area is a little different from the rest of her body; in the right light, tiny silver and white hairs become visible toward the upper part of her chest, near her neck. Sootpaw isn't a particularily tall cat, but the majority of her height comes from the length of her chest, starting from her shoulders and ending where her legs begin.

Facial/Cranial Features

Stiil quite young, Sootpaw's face hasn't completely filled out to its full potential growth. Her snout is narrow, almost fox-like to some. Her whiskers are a milky-white color, which look oddly striking when juxtaposed next to her black fur. Just above her whiskers are two mint-green eyes, with a dark emerald flaw in the iris of her left eye. Not a trace of pink can be found on her face; the fur in her ears is long and wispy, covering up any skin that is inside them, while her nose is just as black as her fur. Sootpaw's ears are probably the most noticeable part of her head. They're tall and have wide bases, with a couple of rogue hairs poking out and above the tips.

ACTING:

BlazeClan

Sootpaw worries about fitting in in BlazeClan; she's always felt extremely awkward trying to keep up with the other apprentices. She doubts her fighting and hunting skills are anywhere near they should be. When exploring the territory, she feels like a fish out of water, especially in the warmer months of the year. The bleached, cracked ground of the desert isn't what she is accustomed to walking on; she prefers the cool earth of the tunnels in camp. The camp is about the only place where Sootpaw feels safe and comfortable. Despite all of this, Sootpaw doesn't dislike living in BlazeClan. Sootpaw likes working with her clanmates and spending time with them, but isn't sure if they feel the same about her.

StarClan

StarClan has a special meaning for Sootpaw because of her father. She has one star that she likes to single out on Silverpelt that represents him; it's how she remembers the times that she shared with him and she also finds a solace by talking to the star when things around BlazeClan get hectic. Even though he'd never been a member of any clan, Sootpaw firmly believes that he has a place with her warrior ancestors in Silverpelt.

Personal Feelings/Behavior

Even though Sootpaw is relatively postive about her future in BlazeClan, there are many heavy and pessimistic thoughts that weigh down on her, mostly about her past. She hates being estranged from her family, especially when she knows that they belong in BlazeClan with her. Sootpaw bitterly resents that her mother sent her to live with her aunt in BlazeClan and decided to keep her brother, Steale, with her. She mainly hates that she picked Steale to stay, and doesn't understand why they couldn't both stay. Sootpaw tends to get jealous easily because of this. Sootpaw also has mixed feelings about her father; it was he who'd convinced her mother to leave the Clan in the first place, essentially causing the problem. But Sootpaw had an incredibly close bond with him, and can't bring herself to blame him for this problem.

The fact that her immediate family isn't available for her to spend time with really hurts Sootpaw socially. Sometimes her broodiness can make her clanmates avoid her, and generally she prefers to be on her own, though doesn't mind the occasional company. Sootpaw is secretive in the way that she talks to her father at night, for fear of judgement from her clanmates. Being judged and looked down upon is what Sootpaw fears the most. So she is polite to everyone she comes in contact with, but has a bit of trouble making friends because she isn't sure if she can trust another cat to look at her as an equal. Sootpaw isn't ashamed of being half-clan, but hates the fact that others rebuke her for it.

PAST TENSE:

Early Months 0-6

Both Sootpaw and her brother were born in BlazeClan, but only lived there for about two weeks after their birth. Rainstripe, their mother, had began to make arrangements to leave BlazeClan as soon as they were born. At this time, Sootpaw was not known as Sootkit but as Voyde, and would keep that name for seven moons. Rainstripe told the clan of her plans to leave; she was deeply in love with Levi, Sootpaw's father. The family lived in an area that was vastly different from BlazeClan territory; it had many trees that Levi was accustomed to climbing, though Rainstripe could never really get used to her new surroundings. Sootpaw and Steale were naturals and actually climbed a few trees at young ages. Levi was the perfect teacher for the two; his children adored him. It wasn't until Sootpaw's fifth moon that Levi began to fall ill. Without a medicine cat to care for the tom, he passed away.

Rainstripe was upset, but not completely devestated. She was determined to raise her kits in honor of his memory. However, she was too ashamed to return to the clans, and deep down she knew that she would need BlazeClan's help to support her kits; she wasn't the best hunter and wasn't sure how to teach her kits to hunt as well. Sootpaw didn't know how to feel about her mother because most of the time she had spent practicing fighting skills and playing with her brother and father. Sootpaw felt quite lost without him.

Changing Times 7-8

It was hard for Rainstripe to look at Sootpaw without thinking of Levi. The months were getting cooler and prey was getting scarce; Rainstripe began to worry for her kits' well being. She began meeting with her sister from BlazeClan every so often, expressing her concerns with her. The two had been close siblings when they were younger, and supported each other no matter what. Rainstripe's sister offered to take one of the kits off of her paws, but Rainstripe felt terrible about this idea. Then one day, the kits wouldn't stop complaining about how hungry they were. So Rainstripe had made up her mind. She had her sister leave BlazeClan camp at night, and take Sootpaw in her sleep. Rainstripe hadn't wanted the kit to cause too much of a raucous about leaving, and didn't want her brother to complain.

It took about a week for Sootpaw to finally talk to anyone at BlazeClan after she was taken from her mother. The environment was completely unfamiliar, as were all the faces. They gave her an apprentice name, but it did nothing to help her. Technically, it made things worse. She'd loved her name; it had made her feel special. Luckily, her aunt was a very supportive figure in Sootpaw's life. She taught Sootpaw all about clan life and StarClan, and made her gradually become proud of her warrior name and the clan that she served. She still a little uncomfortable with her place in BlazeClan and wonders if she really belongs.

Family

Mother: Rainstripe - Fluffly dark gray tabby with blue eyes
Father: Levi - Black tom with spring green eyes (deceased)
Brother: Steale - Silver tom with spring green eyes
Aunt: Stoneheart - Slate gray tabby she-cat with blue eyes

IN CHARACTER:

For the full "story", go here.

^{that mournful} Dirge

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It seemed everywhere a feline went in the spring time was liable to be wet, even the arid and scorching moors of WindClan. An irritated whisker twitched as a pearl of dew dripped from it, which landed on the moistened but cracked ground beneath dampened paws. "RiverClan cats are mouse-brained. Why would any cat want to be wet?" The young rogue was muttering to himself again, though he didn't exactly have anyone else to talk to. Not that he cared. He shook his pelt, taking a tentative step forward. The ground underneath him began to slope downward a bit; a cat would have to be careful around the uneven surfaces here. "Of course, it's nothing those twinkle-toed WindClannies can't deal with."

The mugged air around Dirge was heavy and uncomfortable, putting him in a semi-irratable mood. So, as usual, he vented his annoyance at the clan cats. They were often the scape-goat for Dirge's troubles. After a few paces, Dirge sat down and began licking his paws dry. Remember why you're here, he reminded himself, you're actually going to try and feed yourself today. The chocolate tabby's muscular body was sore, though bodies tended to be sore after fighting others. Dirge needed some sort of sustinance if he wanted to keep his physique, or more importantly, avoid starvation. Streching his long forelegs, he got to his feet and began to listen for any signs of prey.

There's bound to be a blasted hare around here somewhere. It's spring for StarClan's sake. Before he could begin to complain verbally, his scarred ears shot towards a minute sound in the nearby brush. Without a sound, he got into a hunter's crouch, just as his ThunderClan mentor had taught him. The half-moon scar on his left flank gleamed in the sun, as he wriggled his haunches toward what he hoped was a fat young hare. Keeping his tail down, he opened his dark maw to let in surrounding scents. From what he could tell, he was stalking a hare and it was only a few mouselengths away. The moorland grasses infront of him blocked his vision, but he could judge approximately where the hare sat.

Pressing flat to the ground, he pushed downward with his powerfall hind limbs, leaping almost completely over the wall of grasses. Landing on what he thought would be a soft, fluffy mass, instead he was suprised to land next the the hare rather than on top of it. Horrified, the animal bolted away from Dirge, quickly across the moor. Dirge neither had the speed or patience to tail it. Rather than getting angry, Dirge instead sighed and rolled over onto his back. "Maybe the decision to leave ThunderClan will be the death of me," he chuckled, batting around a tuft of fur the hare was kind enough to leave behind.

Suddenly, a pitiful cry came to Dirge's attention. "What now?," he grumbled, standing back up. If Dirge were not the curious creature he knew he was, he would have left and let someone else deal with the caterwaul's source. So he causually ambled in the direction of the sound, his dark amber eyes scanning the area for any signs of life. His gaze fell upon an awkward shape sitting in the clearing in front of him. Snorting, Dirge tasted the air. The shape was female, and seemed to be a WindClan apprentice. Pebbles were strewn across the ground. Tilting his head, he advanced towards the unfamiliar cat.

Dirge was downwind to the apprentice, and decided that maybe he could see what her problem was, and offer his help. It could lead to a bit of a mini-adventure, to occupy his currently boring life. He lowered his haunches into a sitting position just behind her. He spoke, with a smooth quality to his voice. "Well, what's this?," he queried, with his usual swagger, "an apprentice that's lost her way?"

(Loves my Dirge, might revive him for use on this site ^ ^.)[/blockquote]WHAT NOT:

Rainstripe, Steale, and Stoneheart are all open for adoption! (unless no one wants them.)