Post by sootflower on Jul 24, 2017 9:55:16 GMT -5
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SOOTFLOWER
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[PTab=Tab2]APPEARANCE - LINKLINK
PERSONALITY -
Sootflower's chief personality trait is her quick, sharp tongue. It's not that she doesn't think before she speaks, it's simply that she feels she's in a position where honesty is better than lying in order to save someone pain. She's not without sympathy - she has a kind, warm heart and while she's never taken a mate or had kits of her own, she treats young apprentices and kits as if they're her own. The fact of the matter is that Sootflower understands that telling lies to ease pain will only cause more hurt further down the path - she's a firm believer in ripping off bandaids quickly rather than slowly. Quick to sass just about anyone, for any reason, Sootflower is perhaps the most sarcastic of her siblings - when she was younger, it would often get her in a spot of trouble, or earn her a flick over the ear by her mother's tail. She speaks her mind and is firm in her beliefs and decisions, and is not easily swayed nor intimidated. She's fierce in her love for those around her - and entirely loyal to her Clan, first, and then StarClan second. She's the kind of cat who can make hard decisions, and while she knows one day StarClan may ask that of her, she's not frightened of the prospect, firm in her belief that her ancestors would never lead her astray.
FAMILY -
Spottedfern :: mother
Crowflight :: father
Featherpool :: sister
Ivythorn :: sister
Mapleflame :: sister
Patchfoot :: brother
Skipperheart :: sister
Swanflight :: sister
HISTORY -
Kithood | 0-6 Moons
For a queen so young, it was quite a large litter - as each kit came, Spottedfern's dedicated mate, Crowflight, cleaned and admired each one. Four she-kits, all of them dark in color thanks to their parents' coloring. There was Featherkit, a long-furred black she-cat who didn't make a single sound. She was born first, and quickly followed by a short-furred version of herself, boasting the singular difference of two white spots on her chest, Sootkit. Following shortly after the first two was the kit who was furthest from her parents' coloring, a dusky gray tabby she-kit they named Ivykit. The final kit of the litter was a very tiny tortoiseshell kitten, named Maplekit. It was fairly obvious she was sickly, as she cried in a raspy mew louder and more often than her sisters. Nightstream, always quick to use his skills, quickly began to work to figure out what was wrong with her.
As the days passed, Spottedfern would come and go - spending most of her time in the medicine den with her youngest, while Crowflight dutifully looked after their other daughters. Sootkit became used to the missing space and warmth of her mother, and when Spottedfern found herself too busy to return to the nursery, the other queens were quick to offer the she-kits something to eat. Sootkit grew closest with her father, and would spend most of her time in the nursery curled up at his side, watching Ivykit - ever the tempermental kit, quick to complain or lash out - play-fight with the other kits. Usually, the ever-silent Featherkit would place herself right beside Sootkit, almost mirror images excluding Sootkit's sharp tongue, fur-length, and the white spots that adorned her chest. The two would quickly become two peas in a pod - as they were both more serious than Ivykit, and much kinder.
Maplekit would not return to the nursery to be with her siblings - each sickness that Nightstream treated was followed by another, and it quickly became apparent that it wasn't a random sickness bout - but that Maplekit herself simply was highly susceptible to sicknesses, and would likely struggle with said issue her whole life. During one particularly nasty bout with greencough shortly after a harsh leaf-bare, Sootkit had a vivid dream of a deliciously sweet-smelling plant tucked away in a hollowed-out overhanging. The sweet smell mixed with the thick, earthy smell of the dirt beneath her paws. There was a soft breeze rustling her pelt, and at first she wondered what the plant was, and why she was dreaming of this place - and then he showed up.
A gray tom that seemed to have hints of old age, but his fur sparkled as if it were littered with stars. 'Hello, Sootkit.' He spoke with a gravelly tone, and she found herself mesmerised. She knew immediately he was a StarClan cat. For once in her life, she found herself speechless. The tom continued with a glint of amusement in his eyes. 'To save your sister, you must bring the night to this place.' Confused, Sootkit went to speak, but found herself jolting awake, curled up in a bundle of legs and tails with her two sisters and father. She didn't wake anyone - simply rushed to the medicine den, where Nightstream and Spottedfern were sitting around Maplekit's nest, the young, tiny kit wheezing and coughing.
"Do something, Nightstream! Isn't that what you're here for?" Spottedfern was demanding, Sootkit's dark body going unnoticed in the night-ridden entrance.
'I've done all I can - leafbare has just passed. Catmint is not growing yet. I used the last of my stores for the last round of whitecough.' The medicine cat replied, and Spottedfern was about to lash out, it seemed, until Sootkit stepped into the den.
"I know where to find some." She announced, explaining the gray, sparkling tom and the hollow with the leafy, delicious plant growing in it. At first, Nightstream seemed shocked - and perhaps a little saddened - but then he smiled and agreed to go find wherever this place was. They wanted to leave her behind, but she persisted - the gray tom had told her to bring the night to the place, and that was exactly what she intended to do. It took well into the morning rays of the day before they found it, but it worked. Maplekit was already feeling better by the end of the day, and Sootkit stayed with her in her nest for that night, curled up against her sister for the first time since birth, purring and proud.
Up until her apprentice ceremony, Sootkit spent the majority of her time in the medicine den, playing carefully with her sister and talking to Nightstream about herbs and her dreams - well, her dream, at the time, as she'd only had one under her belt. He revealed that the tom she had met was Webwhisker, the medicine cat who died shortly before her birth. It was decided, shortly before the ceremony, that Sootkit would follow the path of the medicine cat - something she's never regretted choosing, in all her moons.
Apprenticeship | 6-22 Moons
There was something special about being named the apprentice of a medicine cat. It left a glowing warmth in Sootpaw's chest that has yet to dissipate. Her sisters were all quite happy for her - even Ivypaw, who complained that Sootpaw was stealing the limelight, as per usual. Still, Sootpaw found her voice rising with the rest of the clan as Maplekit was named Maplepaw just a moon later, joining her sisters as apprentices. The four siblings toured the territory together, though she and Nightstream often broke off so that he could show her the best spots to gather herbs. The sense of separation from her siblings was odd - she'd spent the majority of her life curled up with Featherpaw and Ivypaw, and the remainder of her kithood curled up with Maplepaw. It was strange, being distanced from her sisters and set apart from the rest of the Clan. Nightstream once told her that it was rare, for kits to visit with their ancestors - he even went so far as to say her connection to StarClan was the strongest he'd ever seen, and remarked that it made sense - considering WindClan was the Clan seen for it's connection to StarClan, too.
Her apprenticeship was a quiet, easy one. She met the other medicine cats and their apprentices, communed with StarClan, and did her best to keep in touch with her family. Around the time that she would have received her warrior name had she chosen that path, Sootpaw watched as her sisters were named warriors - Ivypaw and Featherpaw first, becoming Ivythorn and Featherpool, and followed by Maplepaw a few moons later, becoming Mapleflame. She celebrated with them, ecstatic that her sisters were doing well on their chosen paths.
She was given her full medicine cat name some moons after Mapleflame was given her warrior name, and it was the second most amazing, and the firstmost terrifying, experience of her life. The cool Moonpool water froze in her throat as her eyes snapped open, and she found herself shivering, crouched in a bed of snow. Looking around wildly, Sootflower had sought Webwhisker, who almost always greeted her in her dreams, warm and kind and fatherly. 'Hello?' Her voice had echoed back at her, wind howling in her ears and biting the tips of her ears and nose, freezing cold. She stood, slowly, painfully - she felt frozen, stiff. Her body was trembling so violently she felt less like a cat and more like a leaf in the wind.
And then suddenly, she was not alone - shimmering figures stepped through the gale and snowfall, eyes darkened by shadows that didn't seem possible. Fear slid beneath her pelt like an icy hand, prickling her fur and making her take a timid step backwards - into thin air. Screaming, Sootflower hurtled downward, staring up at the edge of a cliff as the dark-eyed StarClan cats glared down at her. She never hit the ground. She woke with Webwhisker's gravelly, sorrowful voice whispering in her ears.
'A flower exposed to frost will wilt.'
Medicine Cat | 22-Present Moons
Sootflower was twenty-eight moons old when her sister, Featherpool, gave birth to her own kits. She had watched and assisted in birthings before, but this was the first that she had the honor to be the main medicine cat for. Nightstream simply sat in the entrance, and observed. Featherpool was a natural mother - too kind and soft-spoken to be much of a warrior. It didn't surprise Sootflower when her sister decided to remain a queen once she'd had her kits, and Sootflower managed to not let the twinge in her chest get in the way of showering her nieces and nephews with love and affection. It came as a surprise when their own mother, Spottedfern, joined her daughter in the nursery, round with kits once again.
At thirty moons, Sootflower helped deliver her younger siblings. She couldn't help but be surprised when the tom - a large black and white kit with a loud cry - was born last. She stepped back as her parents cleaned their kits, giving them each a name. The first born had somehow miraculously been a snowy white she-cat, Featherpool's exact opposite, whom they named Swankit. The second was another tortoiseshell she-cat, named Skipperkit. And then the tom - Patchkit.
As the moons passed, the warning she'd received from StarClan began to fade into the background. She watched her siblings live their lives, helped them grow, and when Nightstream was attacked while out collecting herbs, she found herself thrust into the dark realm that is loss. She'd had an easy life up until his death, and knowing that no matter how hard she tried to save him, that he was lost to her, was a hard blow to take. She never considered cursing StarClan for the loss, but she did sit vigil all night, wondering why good cats had to die. When she returned to her duties the next day, it was with a hard glint in her gaze - loss often forces one to grow up at a rapid rate. She'd known for a long time that there was darkness in the world, but it only reminded her of the prophecy handed down to her.
Lately, StarClan has been coming to her in her dreams. Warning her, though she isn't sure what about. 'Don't forget the paths that ancient paws have walked.' She's certain it's connected in some way to the foreboding tale of her death, and the urge to find an apprentice, just in case - to ensure that WindClan is not without a healer, has only grown.
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[PTab=Tab3]DO YOU BELIEVE IN STARCLAN? WHY OR WHY NOT?
The she-cat smiles, partly in surprise, and partly in disbelief. "I have walked with StarClan many times. If I did not believe in them at this point, I would be concerned."
FAVORITE HISTORICAL CAT? WHY?
"Nightstream. He's not a hero in many eyes, not a bad cat - just a regular cat. But he's taught me all that I know, supported me in every decision." Her tone, often imbued with amusement, is solemn and affectionate.
WHAT IS YOUR GREATEST FEAR?
Pausing, the she-cat considers the question for a moment. "I think, it would be to disappoint my ancestors. To lose their faith in me as a medicine cat, or as a cat in general." Her expression is grave as she pauses, looking almost anxious at the thought of it. "For StarClan to turn their backs on me - that would be my greatest fear."
IF YOUR BEST FRIEND/MOTHER/WHOEVER KNOWS YOU WELL COULD DESCRIBE YOU IN THREE INDIVIDUAL WORDS, WHAT WOULD THOSE BE? DO YOU AGREE OR DISAGREE?
Sootflower smiles fondly, and shakes her head. "Featherpool would say I'm harsh, too self-critical, and somewhere in there I've got a kind heart." She shrugs, flicking her tail. "I suppose I can agree with most of that."
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[PTab=Tab4]USERNAME/ALIAS - BUNNY
PRONOUNS - SHE/HER
TIMEZONE - CENTRAL
OTHER CHARACTERS - ASHPAW (WC), MINTCLOUD (WC), MOSSHEART (WC), ASPENPAW (TC), TURTLESTAR (TC), AMBERDAWN (RC), BATWING (SC)
ADOPTED FROM - Rabiddog
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PAST NAMES - Sootkit - Sootpaw
SEX - She-Cat
AGE - 72 Moons
CLAN & RANK - WindClan Medicine Cat
BRIEF DESCRIPTION - A black she-cat with two white spots on her chest and yellow-green eyes.
SEX - She-Cat
AGE - 72 Moons
CLAN & RANK - WindClan Medicine Cat
BRIEF DESCRIPTION - A black she-cat with two white spots on her chest and yellow-green eyes.
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[PTab=Tab2]APPEARANCE - LINKLINK
PERSONALITY -
Sootflower's chief personality trait is her quick, sharp tongue. It's not that she doesn't think before she speaks, it's simply that she feels she's in a position where honesty is better than lying in order to save someone pain. She's not without sympathy - she has a kind, warm heart and while she's never taken a mate or had kits of her own, she treats young apprentices and kits as if they're her own. The fact of the matter is that Sootflower understands that telling lies to ease pain will only cause more hurt further down the path - she's a firm believer in ripping off bandaids quickly rather than slowly. Quick to sass just about anyone, for any reason, Sootflower is perhaps the most sarcastic of her siblings - when she was younger, it would often get her in a spot of trouble, or earn her a flick over the ear by her mother's tail. She speaks her mind and is firm in her beliefs and decisions, and is not easily swayed nor intimidated. She's fierce in her love for those around her - and entirely loyal to her Clan, first, and then StarClan second. She's the kind of cat who can make hard decisions, and while she knows one day StarClan may ask that of her, she's not frightened of the prospect, firm in her belief that her ancestors would never lead her astray.
FAMILY -
Spottedfern :: mother
Crowflight :: father
Featherpool :: sister
Ivythorn :: sister
Mapleflame :: sister
Patchfoot :: brother
Skipperheart :: sister
Swanflight :: sister
HISTORY -
Kithood | 0-6 Moons
For a queen so young, it was quite a large litter - as each kit came, Spottedfern's dedicated mate, Crowflight, cleaned and admired each one. Four she-kits, all of them dark in color thanks to their parents' coloring. There was Featherkit, a long-furred black she-cat who didn't make a single sound. She was born first, and quickly followed by a short-furred version of herself, boasting the singular difference of two white spots on her chest, Sootkit. Following shortly after the first two was the kit who was furthest from her parents' coloring, a dusky gray tabby she-kit they named Ivykit. The final kit of the litter was a very tiny tortoiseshell kitten, named Maplekit. It was fairly obvious she was sickly, as she cried in a raspy mew louder and more often than her sisters. Nightstream, always quick to use his skills, quickly began to work to figure out what was wrong with her.
As the days passed, Spottedfern would come and go - spending most of her time in the medicine den with her youngest, while Crowflight dutifully looked after their other daughters. Sootkit became used to the missing space and warmth of her mother, and when Spottedfern found herself too busy to return to the nursery, the other queens were quick to offer the she-kits something to eat. Sootkit grew closest with her father, and would spend most of her time in the nursery curled up at his side, watching Ivykit - ever the tempermental kit, quick to complain or lash out - play-fight with the other kits. Usually, the ever-silent Featherkit would place herself right beside Sootkit, almost mirror images excluding Sootkit's sharp tongue, fur-length, and the white spots that adorned her chest. The two would quickly become two peas in a pod - as they were both more serious than Ivykit, and much kinder.
Maplekit would not return to the nursery to be with her siblings - each sickness that Nightstream treated was followed by another, and it quickly became apparent that it wasn't a random sickness bout - but that Maplekit herself simply was highly susceptible to sicknesses, and would likely struggle with said issue her whole life. During one particularly nasty bout with greencough shortly after a harsh leaf-bare, Sootkit had a vivid dream of a deliciously sweet-smelling plant tucked away in a hollowed-out overhanging. The sweet smell mixed with the thick, earthy smell of the dirt beneath her paws. There was a soft breeze rustling her pelt, and at first she wondered what the plant was, and why she was dreaming of this place - and then he showed up.
A gray tom that seemed to have hints of old age, but his fur sparkled as if it were littered with stars. 'Hello, Sootkit.' He spoke with a gravelly tone, and she found herself mesmerised. She knew immediately he was a StarClan cat. For once in her life, she found herself speechless. The tom continued with a glint of amusement in his eyes. 'To save your sister, you must bring the night to this place.' Confused, Sootkit went to speak, but found herself jolting awake, curled up in a bundle of legs and tails with her two sisters and father. She didn't wake anyone - simply rushed to the medicine den, where Nightstream and Spottedfern were sitting around Maplekit's nest, the young, tiny kit wheezing and coughing.
"Do something, Nightstream! Isn't that what you're here for?" Spottedfern was demanding, Sootkit's dark body going unnoticed in the night-ridden entrance.
'I've done all I can - leafbare has just passed. Catmint is not growing yet. I used the last of my stores for the last round of whitecough.' The medicine cat replied, and Spottedfern was about to lash out, it seemed, until Sootkit stepped into the den.
"I know where to find some." She announced, explaining the gray, sparkling tom and the hollow with the leafy, delicious plant growing in it. At first, Nightstream seemed shocked - and perhaps a little saddened - but then he smiled and agreed to go find wherever this place was. They wanted to leave her behind, but she persisted - the gray tom had told her to bring the night to the place, and that was exactly what she intended to do. It took well into the morning rays of the day before they found it, but it worked. Maplekit was already feeling better by the end of the day, and Sootkit stayed with her in her nest for that night, curled up against her sister for the first time since birth, purring and proud.
Up until her apprentice ceremony, Sootkit spent the majority of her time in the medicine den, playing carefully with her sister and talking to Nightstream about herbs and her dreams - well, her dream, at the time, as she'd only had one under her belt. He revealed that the tom she had met was Webwhisker, the medicine cat who died shortly before her birth. It was decided, shortly before the ceremony, that Sootkit would follow the path of the medicine cat - something she's never regretted choosing, in all her moons.
Apprenticeship | 6-22 Moons
There was something special about being named the apprentice of a medicine cat. It left a glowing warmth in Sootpaw's chest that has yet to dissipate. Her sisters were all quite happy for her - even Ivypaw, who complained that Sootpaw was stealing the limelight, as per usual. Still, Sootpaw found her voice rising with the rest of the clan as Maplekit was named Maplepaw just a moon later, joining her sisters as apprentices. The four siblings toured the territory together, though she and Nightstream often broke off so that he could show her the best spots to gather herbs. The sense of separation from her siblings was odd - she'd spent the majority of her life curled up with Featherpaw and Ivypaw, and the remainder of her kithood curled up with Maplepaw. It was strange, being distanced from her sisters and set apart from the rest of the Clan. Nightstream once told her that it was rare, for kits to visit with their ancestors - he even went so far as to say her connection to StarClan was the strongest he'd ever seen, and remarked that it made sense - considering WindClan was the Clan seen for it's connection to StarClan, too.
Her apprenticeship was a quiet, easy one. She met the other medicine cats and their apprentices, communed with StarClan, and did her best to keep in touch with her family. Around the time that she would have received her warrior name had she chosen that path, Sootpaw watched as her sisters were named warriors - Ivypaw and Featherpaw first, becoming Ivythorn and Featherpool, and followed by Maplepaw a few moons later, becoming Mapleflame. She celebrated with them, ecstatic that her sisters were doing well on their chosen paths.
She was given her full medicine cat name some moons after Mapleflame was given her warrior name, and it was the second most amazing, and the firstmost terrifying, experience of her life. The cool Moonpool water froze in her throat as her eyes snapped open, and she found herself shivering, crouched in a bed of snow. Looking around wildly, Sootflower had sought Webwhisker, who almost always greeted her in her dreams, warm and kind and fatherly. 'Hello?' Her voice had echoed back at her, wind howling in her ears and biting the tips of her ears and nose, freezing cold. She stood, slowly, painfully - she felt frozen, stiff. Her body was trembling so violently she felt less like a cat and more like a leaf in the wind.
And then suddenly, she was not alone - shimmering figures stepped through the gale and snowfall, eyes darkened by shadows that didn't seem possible. Fear slid beneath her pelt like an icy hand, prickling her fur and making her take a timid step backwards - into thin air. Screaming, Sootflower hurtled downward, staring up at the edge of a cliff as the dark-eyed StarClan cats glared down at her. She never hit the ground. She woke with Webwhisker's gravelly, sorrowful voice whispering in her ears.
'A flower exposed to frost will wilt.'
Medicine Cat | 22-Present Moons
Sootflower was twenty-eight moons old when her sister, Featherpool, gave birth to her own kits. She had watched and assisted in birthings before, but this was the first that she had the honor to be the main medicine cat for. Nightstream simply sat in the entrance, and observed. Featherpool was a natural mother - too kind and soft-spoken to be much of a warrior. It didn't surprise Sootflower when her sister decided to remain a queen once she'd had her kits, and Sootflower managed to not let the twinge in her chest get in the way of showering her nieces and nephews with love and affection. It came as a surprise when their own mother, Spottedfern, joined her daughter in the nursery, round with kits once again.
At thirty moons, Sootflower helped deliver her younger siblings. She couldn't help but be surprised when the tom - a large black and white kit with a loud cry - was born last. She stepped back as her parents cleaned their kits, giving them each a name. The first born had somehow miraculously been a snowy white she-cat, Featherpool's exact opposite, whom they named Swankit. The second was another tortoiseshell she-cat, named Skipperkit. And then the tom - Patchkit.
As the moons passed, the warning she'd received from StarClan began to fade into the background. She watched her siblings live their lives, helped them grow, and when Nightstream was attacked while out collecting herbs, she found herself thrust into the dark realm that is loss. She'd had an easy life up until his death, and knowing that no matter how hard she tried to save him, that he was lost to her, was a hard blow to take. She never considered cursing StarClan for the loss, but she did sit vigil all night, wondering why good cats had to die. When she returned to her duties the next day, it was with a hard glint in her gaze - loss often forces one to grow up at a rapid rate. She'd known for a long time that there was darkness in the world, but it only reminded her of the prophecy handed down to her.
Lately, StarClan has been coming to her in her dreams. Warning her, though she isn't sure what about. 'Don't forget the paths that ancient paws have walked.' She's certain it's connected in some way to the foreboding tale of her death, and the urge to find an apprentice, just in case - to ensure that WindClan is not without a healer, has only grown.
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[PTab=Tab3]DO YOU BELIEVE IN STARCLAN? WHY OR WHY NOT?
The she-cat smiles, partly in surprise, and partly in disbelief. "I have walked with StarClan many times. If I did not believe in them at this point, I would be concerned."
FAVORITE HISTORICAL CAT? WHY?
"Nightstream. He's not a hero in many eyes, not a bad cat - just a regular cat. But he's taught me all that I know, supported me in every decision." Her tone, often imbued with amusement, is solemn and affectionate.
WHAT IS YOUR GREATEST FEAR?
Pausing, the she-cat considers the question for a moment. "I think, it would be to disappoint my ancestors. To lose their faith in me as a medicine cat, or as a cat in general." Her expression is grave as she pauses, looking almost anxious at the thought of it. "For StarClan to turn their backs on me - that would be my greatest fear."
IF YOUR BEST FRIEND/MOTHER/WHOEVER KNOWS YOU WELL COULD DESCRIBE YOU IN THREE INDIVIDUAL WORDS, WHAT WOULD THOSE BE? DO YOU AGREE OR DISAGREE?
Sootflower smiles fondly, and shakes her head. "Featherpool would say I'm harsh, too self-critical, and somewhere in there I've got a kind heart." She shrugs, flicking her tail. "I suppose I can agree with most of that."
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[PTab=Tab4]USERNAME/ALIAS - BUNNY
PRONOUNS - SHE/HER
TIMEZONE - CENTRAL
OTHER CHARACTERS - ASHPAW (WC), MINTCLOUD (WC), MOSSHEART (WC), ASPENPAW (TC), TURTLESTAR (TC), AMBERDAWN (RC), BATWING (SC)
ADOPTED FROM - Rabiddog
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