Post by sootspots on Apr 14, 2014 21:31:39 GMT -6
sootspots
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euphoria, forever until the end of time, and i want to know that you and i
are going up. euphoria, we'll never lose the beat of us, we'll be in love
within our hearts. we're going up.
are going up. euphoria, we'll never lose the beat of us, we'll be in love
within our hearts. we're going up.
white she-cat with dark gray patches and bold yellow eyes.
Sootspots is a little smaller than your average cat. Not terribly so, but definitely smaller by a little bit. Her limbs are not made for high speed running and her tail really doesn't help support her balance at all. In her younger moons, when she was once a kitty-pet, she had been taken to the two leg animal clinic and her tail had been clipped to a bob. Ever since she has had poor balance and has not quite been able to compensate for it. Her pelt, the majority of it, is white as the freshly fallen snow while the gray patches are nearly black as soot and ash. It is where her name came from. Her eyes are a bold yellow color though appear to be almost a yellow-green in some lights, depending on which it is looked at. Sootspots has three scars, one of which she considers her tail - while it was surgically done and looks like it belongs that way, it doesn't, one which laces along her stomach where a stray attacked her when she was first escaping her two-legs, and the third is a corner out of her ear which is missing, again from the attack that she had suffered at the paws of the stray.
courtesy and obedience, with your head held high.
Fifteen moons ago, there was a small, frail kit laying inside of a box coated with towels. She remembered the blackness (sort of) the confusion. There was no sound, no light. There was nothing. It was all just a blur. A week or so passed and slowly that darkness and silence was replaced with light, and laughter, and pain. That's right, pain. At just a little over a week old, two kittens were taken to the vets office, their names were Patch and Speck. Patch was the smaller of the two, white with gray patches. She had felt betrayed when the pain came, when the pain in her tail came. She could barely remember what it was like to have that strange appendage attached, but she knew it was important. Days continued to pass until she was aware of what really happened, until their mother, Silk, told them what happened. Their tails were cropped to bobs because it was more attractive. From that moment on, Patch felt betrayed, but still loved her mother and two-legs deeply because they were all she had, they were all she'd ever known.
The moons passed slowly and her pelt was always kept shiny and well groomed. She wasn't allowed to go outside ever and was usually left staring out the window into the night, watching the stars along side her brother and mother, Silk and Speck. It was not until she was seven moons old that any sort of opportunity came. Her brother had been playing with a small cloth mouse toy innocently in the living room. Their mother had passed three nights before and while both the kits were miserable that their mother was gone, it left a chance, an opportunity they had to take. The two-legs left that day, the way they always did. They walked through the house and closed the doors that were not supposed to be open and closed all the windows. Well... all but one. There was one window in the kitchen that had been forgotten and Patch padded toward it with curiosity in her eyes. Let's go find out what's in the world out there, Speck. It can't be worse than being cooped up in here. So Speck exited first, said the coast was clear, and Patch followed suit. The two wiggled out from underneath the fence and bounded excitedly down the streets. Her senses were so flooded with excitement and wonder that she had been taken by surprise when a large tom cat leaped at her. Patch let out a squeal of pain and surprise as the larger tom grabbed her hard and raced with her down the street. She heard Speck yowling and chasing after her but after a yowl of pain sounded from behind them and two more cats joined the big tom, Patch knew something awful happened.
But as it turned out, there were strange happenings within the band. The little she-cat was given a new name, Soot, and was kept with the leader Moss for almost three moons. She was kept in a dark cave and because of this her eyesight has suffered tremendously. Sunlight often appears too bright for her and she has difficulty seeing and hunting at night. Soot was kept as a prisoner, the older tom waiting until she was old enough to have kits, knowing that his opportunity would come any day. But it was a new cat in the band which brought hope and freedom to little Soot. The cat's name was Wolf, and he was peculiar by every definition of the word. He had strange red eyes and acted strange around her, but protected her all the same. He kept her safe and in turn was the reason she escaped at all. After the escape from Moss, Wolf and Soot traveled together. Wolf taught her what he had known of fighting and hunting so she would have a chance of living on her own. But it was not but three moons ago that the two were addressed by a group of cats and their leader, Tree. The she-cat promised a place for both of the young cats and trained Sootpaw under herself. After another two moons, she became Sootspots, warrior of TreeClan. She is still very attached to Wolffang and will do whatever he asks of her because she feels it is her duty for him saving her.
Sootspots is a little smaller than your average cat. Not terribly so, but definitely smaller by a little bit. Her limbs are not made for high speed running and her tail really doesn't help support her balance at all. In her younger moons, when she was once a kitty-pet, she had been taken to the two leg animal clinic and her tail had been clipped to a bob. Ever since she has had poor balance and has not quite been able to compensate for it. Her pelt, the majority of it, is white as the freshly fallen snow while the gray patches are nearly black as soot and ash. It is where her name came from. Her eyes are a bold yellow color though appear to be almost a yellow-green in some lights, depending on which it is looked at. Sootspots has three scars, one of which she considers her tail - while it was surgically done and looks like it belongs that way, it doesn't, one which laces along her stomach where a stray attacked her when she was first escaping her two-legs, and the third is a corner out of her ear which is missing, again from the attack that she had suffered at the paws of the stray.
gentle. kind. social. brilliant. respectful. loyal.
self-conscious. obedient. cautious. distanced.
Well, anyone who met Sootspots would have to say she is a gentle and kind cat. She is very soft spoken and tries to be respectful to everyone. Believe it or not, Sootspots has never yelled a day in her life. Honestly, I don't even think she's gotten angry before. She never seems to have anything bad to say about anyone, regardless of if they have hurt her or done her wrong. This little she-cat is brilliant and often portrays it in her conventional ways of hunting and fighting. Most cats in the clans don't have to worry about a bob tail and many steer away from her because of it, but she does her best and keeps up; so she figures that is all that matters. If anything, Sootspots is probably the most loyal cat you can ever find. She is loyal to her friends, even her clan which was just developed. She would follow her leader, Pinewhisker into a burning forest and believe everything would be okay in the end. Sometimes she is almost blindly loyal which often turns into a bad thing because she has trouble believing someone would ever want to do her wrong.
One thing to keep in mind, this little cat is self-conscious of herself and especially her tail. She hates her tail and often feels awkward when other cats gawk at it and ask her a bunch of questions. She dislikes admitting she was a kitty-pet because she knows how much of the clan looks at kitty-pets, but she was only born one, she spent the last eight moons out and about, on her own, free of her two-legs. While some cats would say that being obedient is a good thing, most haven't met Sootspots. She is too obedient, she does literally everything she is told. If someone told her to go jump off a cliff and she thought their opinion as even remotely important, she would go off and do so. She wouldn't second guess it at all. Caution is usually exercised toward cats that she has never met before. She won't go out and start following just any cat around and obeying their every command, it takes several moons for Sootspots to warm up to them, but once she does she would follow them for life. This little she-cat has a tendency to distance herself from most cats. She fears rejection because she was a kitty-pet and because of her tail and so often keeps to herself, though she would much rather spend her time in a social situation.
One thing to keep in mind, this little cat is self-conscious of herself and especially her tail. She hates her tail and often feels awkward when other cats gawk at it and ask her a bunch of questions. She dislikes admitting she was a kitty-pet because she knows how much of the clan looks at kitty-pets, but she was only born one, she spent the last eight moons out and about, on her own, free of her two-legs. While some cats would say that being obedient is a good thing, most haven't met Sootspots. She is too obedient, she does literally everything she is told. If someone told her to go jump off a cliff and she thought their opinion as even remotely important, she would go off and do so. She wouldn't second guess it at all. Caution is usually exercised toward cats that she has never met before. She won't go out and start following just any cat around and obeying their every command, it takes several moons for Sootspots to warm up to them, but once she does she would follow them for life. This little she-cat has a tendency to distance herself from most cats. She fears rejection because she was a kitty-pet and because of her tail and so often keeps to herself, though she would much rather spend her time in a social situation.
courtesy and obedience, with your head held high.
Fifteen moons ago, there was a small, frail kit laying inside of a box coated with towels. She remembered the blackness (sort of) the confusion. There was no sound, no light. There was nothing. It was all just a blur. A week or so passed and slowly that darkness and silence was replaced with light, and laughter, and pain. That's right, pain. At just a little over a week old, two kittens were taken to the vets office, their names were Patch and Speck. Patch was the smaller of the two, white with gray patches. She had felt betrayed when the pain came, when the pain in her tail came. She could barely remember what it was like to have that strange appendage attached, but she knew it was important. Days continued to pass until she was aware of what really happened, until their mother, Silk, told them what happened. Their tails were cropped to bobs because it was more attractive. From that moment on, Patch felt betrayed, but still loved her mother and two-legs deeply because they were all she had, they were all she'd ever known.
The moons passed slowly and her pelt was always kept shiny and well groomed. She wasn't allowed to go outside ever and was usually left staring out the window into the night, watching the stars along side her brother and mother, Silk and Speck. It was not until she was seven moons old that any sort of opportunity came. Her brother had been playing with a small cloth mouse toy innocently in the living room. Their mother had passed three nights before and while both the kits were miserable that their mother was gone, it left a chance, an opportunity they had to take. The two-legs left that day, the way they always did. They walked through the house and closed the doors that were not supposed to be open and closed all the windows. Well... all but one. There was one window in the kitchen that had been forgotten and Patch padded toward it with curiosity in her eyes. Let's go find out what's in the world out there, Speck. It can't be worse than being cooped up in here. So Speck exited first, said the coast was clear, and Patch followed suit. The two wiggled out from underneath the fence and bounded excitedly down the streets. Her senses were so flooded with excitement and wonder that she had been taken by surprise when a large tom cat leaped at her. Patch let out a squeal of pain and surprise as the larger tom grabbed her hard and raced with her down the street. She heard Speck yowling and chasing after her but after a yowl of pain sounded from behind them and two more cats joined the big tom, Patch knew something awful happened.
But as it turned out, there were strange happenings within the band. The little she-cat was given a new name, Soot, and was kept with the leader Moss for almost three moons. She was kept in a dark cave and because of this her eyesight has suffered tremendously. Sunlight often appears too bright for her and she has difficulty seeing and hunting at night. Soot was kept as a prisoner, the older tom waiting until she was old enough to have kits, knowing that his opportunity would come any day. But it was a new cat in the band which brought hope and freedom to little Soot. The cat's name was Wolf, and he was peculiar by every definition of the word. He had strange red eyes and acted strange around her, but protected her all the same. He kept her safe and in turn was the reason she escaped at all. After the escape from Moss, Wolf and Soot traveled together. Wolf taught her what he had known of fighting and hunting so she would have a chance of living on her own. But it was not but three moons ago that the two were addressed by a group of cats and their leader, Tree. The she-cat promised a place for both of the young cats and trained Sootpaw under herself. After another two moons, she became Sootspots, warrior of TreeClan. She is still very attached to Wolffang and will do whatever he asks of her because she feels it is her duty for him saving her.
danni
this template was made by dannimarie for darkened skies
stealing is not tolerated and will be reported.