Post by lizardfoot on Sept 19, 2015 0:49:33 GMT -6
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Name: Sootpaw
Age: 8 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Romantic/Sexual orientation: Lesbian (Possibly unaware?)
Clan: CliffClan
Rank: Apprentice
Physical description: Sootpaw, a cat clearly built for climbing and agility, is blessed with a lean build, fairly tall for a she-cat. Her form is covered, from whiskers to tail, in silky raven-black fur faded brown at its ends. As sleek as it may look, her dark coat is prone to overheating in the hot sun, so Sootpaw much prefers the shade. She has sharp facial features with alert yellow-green eyes that stand out against her black coat.
Personality: Sootpaw has a general atmosphere of easygoing confidence about her, with a smirk and a little arrogant bounce in her step. Sootpaw makes a big show of how she’s sure she can work on her own if needed, how she isn’t afraid to go against a senior warrior’s word if she doesn’t feel like it. If nothing else, she's a half-decent lier. Unbeknownst to others, Sootpaw actually holds herself to high standards and most of her behavior stems from some sort of desire to prove herself independent, rather than her being genuinely lazy or apathetic. Sootpaw would never admit it to herself, but her confidence relies a lot on how others see her. Unfortunately if something goes wrong, her moodiness starts to show and she can easily become an angry, hissing mess. She doesn’t have any particularly close friends since she isn’t the easiest cat to put up with. Ironically, she can become quite flustered at genuine displays of innocent affection.
History or known relatives: Due to scarce prey at the time of her mother’s pregnancy, Sootpaw was born an only kit, and a runty one to boot. Her mother was a gentle she-cat, but something of an overbearing queen who disliked the prospect of her kit engaging in any rough play, even after Sootkit had easily outgrown her original small size. Sootkit didn’t mind at the time and found joy in listening to stories about great warriors of the past, along with clambering over big rocks and fallen trees around camp when her mother had her back turned. Close to the time of Sootkit’s apprenticeship, her mother went out on a hunting patrol and never came back, having had a bad run-in with a fox. It was silly, but Sootkit always withheld a feeling of abandonment. She quickly found out that she hated the feeling of being pitied and would rather put up a tough, uncaring front. Sootpaw doesn’t know her father but privately likes to imagine him as a fierce, scary rogue. She may or may not fabricate stories about this to impress and scare others.
