Sootstripe -- Medicine Cat {PineClan}{Fin.}

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Name | Sootstripe

Gender | Tom

Age | 29 Moons

Rank Medicine cat

Beliefs Sootstripe has a faint hope in StarClan. He doesn't believe in it, but he does think that if somehow StarClan slipped past the barriers of logic, that he would be deeply interested. However, Sootstripe dismisses the thought of starry warriors coming down to tell him something trivial that every cat knew like poppy seeds for pain. Sootstripe puts that down to mentors to teach their apprentices - and he takes pride in not needing a dead cat to tell him what to do.

Clan | PineClan

Parents | Sootstripe's father was a grey tabby like himself named Smokefang. His mother was a pretty white she cat like his sister Snowfang named Ellie.

Siblings | Sootstripe's only sibling is his sister Snowfang.

Other Kin | Nope

Mate | Not allowed.

Crush | Not yet.

Kits | Not allowed

Apprentice/Mentor | Not yet.

Appearance | Sootstripe is a dark grey tabby. His eyes are a light, leafy green but are rimmed with yellow. He has long, distanced whiskers surrounding a more red than pink nose. Sootstripe has a white muzzle, and patches of white on his chest and stomach. In a few places, Sootstripe's fur turns a mousy, brown-grey color.

In contrast to his white muzzle, Sootstripe's lips are a startling black. There is a sandy patch on the bridge of Sootstripe's nose, which is the only part on Sootstripe's body that is not a mousy brown, white or grey. Sootstripe has a short, well-kept and glossy coat. It surprises most cats to find out that his fur in fact is not dense, he just has a surprisingly bigger and different build to his smaller sister.

Personality | Most of the time, Sootstripe is an easy going cat. However, he despises other cats ordering him around. Sootstripe gets impatient, and has a horrible set of nerves. Yet still Sootstripe is efficient in his own way. He tries sincerely to put his own nerves back for the well-being of others. This never really succeeds, though. Sootstripe always tries to be clear in his orders. He is a fair cat, though doesn't stand for a mouse-length of nonsense.

Even though Sootstripe is a full grown cat he still likes to hear stories of the past. Sootstripe is enthralled by the legends of huge cats, and wish that the stories could of been a part of his youth. He has taken to try to come up with his own little anecdotes, and often recites lines from famous tales.

Skills | Sootstripe has a keen sense of smell. It is probably the skill he excels in most. Sootstripe has fantastic eyesight, and the two together make a good match. Due to his eyesight and hearing, Sootstripe his a relatively adept hunter. He can use his bulk against opponents in fighting, but Sootstripe is not as good at complicated battle movements. Sootstripe has relatively good balance - but that mainly comes from the safeguard - like knowledge of his large tail.

History | Sootstripe used to be a kittypet. He lived under the name Harry until his sister told him about the large group of cats. Sootstripe was never satisfied with being the only cat in the TwoLeg nest. He often felt left out as he heard about Snowfang and the tom argued about, or about his mother recieving juicy gossip by an elderly she cat named Filly. Sootstripe was lonely as well, and often sat on his fence watching the forest.

So when Snowfang came to Sootstripe with her news, Sootstripe finally had something to look forward to. Unlike his sister, Sootstripe never really had the opportunity to have verbal sparring matches. He was quite unprepared for the friendly teasings that came with the wild cats. But Sootstripe was relatively young and up for a challenge.

When Sootstripe found out about the medicine cat's elusive position, he was captivated. Though Sootstripe dismissed the tale of star-walking cats, he was deeply interested about medicine. While Sootstripe was a young kit, he had been taken to what his TwoLeg called a 'vet' because he had a case of sniffles. His food had tasted awful for the next few weeks, but his nose had cleared up. The wild cats explained that they used a few herbs, and the result was better. Sootstripe had never been so interested in something before.

Role Play Example |

As a Warrior

Sunlight seeped through the forest, and a flicker of dark grey movement flashed between a copse of trees. Soft paw-steps were drowned out by the noisy pecking of a blue jay on a small nut. The movement leaped out of cover, and pinned the bird between thorn-sharp claws. A quick bite to the neck finished the bird off, and the cat lifted it in his jaws.

Sootstripe padded back to his new home, still remembering a few days before when he was still named Harry and eating hard, unidentible pieces of 'food'. The jay was limp in his jaws, and a reminder of what had been lost and what had been gained.

On the way, Sootstripe picked up the plump little vole he had caught earlier, still contemplating his actions. Sootstripe would miss the soft pats he had recieved occasionly, he realised with a jolt. Shaking off his worries, Sootstripe muttered to himself, "I've made a good choice." Over and over again, a mantra that pounded in his head.

As Sootstripe ducked his head to get into the campsite, he saw cats all a manner of different apearances. He had noticed in his life as a kittypet that most TwoLegs went after the same traits. Sootstripe placed his jay in the swelling pile, before setting the vole down and taking a bite out of it. His amber rimmed eyes scythed the clearing, looking for a familiar face.

As a Medicine Cat

A small muttering could be heard from the cranny-like opening in the medicine cat's den. "Burdock...Dock...Poppy Seed..." Inside, a bulky grey tabby ran a sheathed paw over nicks in his den, filled with herbs. An eerie, sharp click rang out in the den as the cat tapped a claw on an empty nook. "Tansy," The cat announced to himself, pacing out of the den.

His dark grey tabby pelt was slightly scruffed from sitting in such confines for that time, so the cat paused in his purposful stride out the campsite to hurriedly lick down the worst bits. He then continued on his way, green eyes glancing around the camp.

The sun was high outside, and the cat wasted no time hurrying to a small field. There, the cat smelled rather than sighted, a blooming bunch of yellow flowers. "Sootstripe needs to pluck you, now." The dark grey tabby cat meowed to the inert flowers. His claw sliced through a third of the flowers, and those confidently in jaw, Sootstripe padded back to camp to see if a hunting patrol had brought back something juicy.