Post by Kin on Jun 10, 2013 22:43:55 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellspacing,0,bTable][atrb=border,0,bTable][cs=2][classy=charname]sootstream[/classy] | |
| [atrb=style, width:105px; height:365px; overflow:hidden;][classy=stattop]clan[/classy][classy=statbottom]river[/classy] [classy=stattop]rank[/classy][classy=statbottom]warrior[/classy] [classy=stattop]age[/classy][classy=statbottom]thirty-one moons[/classy] [classy=stattop]gender[/classy][classy=statbottom]female[/classy] [classy=stattop]sexuality[/classy][classy=statbottom]heterosexual[/classy] | [atrb=style, width:345px; height:365px; overflow:hidden; padding:2px;][style=margin-top:-18px;][classy=infotop]appearance[/classy][classy=appbottom]smoky gray and white she-cat with green eyes. LINK[/classy] [classy=infotop]personality[/classy][classy=infobottom]Perhaps one of the most prominent characteristics one notices about Sootstream is her innate curiosity. She is endlessly inquisitive, having been prepared with a "Why?" to answer any information presented to her since she was a kit. The world is a fascinating place to her, and she adores burrowing in and learning new things. Unlike some other cats, Sootstream doesn't aim to learn for the sake of knowledge or for power, but for the simple pleasure of discovering something she hadn't known before. Her inquisitive nature has led her to question just whether or not StarClan is really what legends and stories portray them as. Are they real? Are they actual ancestors, or a collective? Are they truly powerful, truly able to predict the future, or do they just reach to their living descendants and speak as vaguely as possible to lend hope? Are they just the equivalent of nursery tales told by queens to instill a sense of loyalty and faith in the Clan in her kits? Sootstream loves to ponder these questions, but rarely voices them to avoid upsetting or offending her Clanmates.[/classy] [classy=infotop]history[/classy][classy=infobottom]Sootkit and her brother Fogkit were born on a windy, overcast day. The river flowed steady and swollen, its shores a foot higher than normal. Both Sunningrocks and the stepping stones across the river had been submerged by the rise in water level, and the storms that had plagued the Clans for a week straight were finally subsiding. This greatly heartened the medicine cat, who was able to reassure the pregnant Mistheart and her hovering mate Troutfoot. The two were young warriors, nervous and proud to have their first litter. Mistheart had little difficulty with the birthing, first bringing a little gray tom-kit and then a gray and white she-kit into the world. Troutfoot hovered around the nursery the entire time, only backing away to give his mate room to breathe and at the medicine cat's orders. He proudly scrambled out of the den the moment his daughter was born to announce his kits' birth to the entire Clan. Of course, he deflated somewhat when he had to return to the nursery to ask Mistheart their kits' names in the middle of his announcement. Fogkit and Sootkit grew up with loving parents and games aplenty. Mistheart did her best to answer Sootkit's endless supply of "Why?"s and requests for more details. The elders were sometimes accommodating of Sootkit's curiosity, and the queen gladly let her inquisitive daughter spend the day listening to the elders' stories whenever she could, glad for the reprieve. Becoming Sootpaw left her mother free to return to her warrior duties, and Sootpaw was taken under the wing of a young warrior named Sparrowstep. The chipper tom guided her through the things she needed to learn to become a warrior, his own strengths and weaknesses affecting hers. Sootpaw became a skilled hunter, picking up on Sparrowstep's easy hunting grace and incorporating it into her movement at all times. His lack of strong fighting skill clipped Sootpaw's own skill in that corner, but sparring with Fogpaw helped her hone her skills to a warrior's level. Mistheart and Troutfoot were the loudest cats during Sootpaw's and Fogpaw's warrior ceremony. Sparrowstep wasn't far behind, though he was stuck in the medicine cat's den, forbidden from putting weight on a sprained paw. She gloried in their enthusiasm, beaming hard enough that she thought her muzzle would split her head in two. The leader honored her hunting skill and learned grace in motion, giving her the -stream suffix.[/classy] |
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