sleetwhisker [STREAM]

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Name | Sleetwhisker

Gender | She-cat

Age | Fifty-seven moons

Rank | Warrior

Clan | StreamClan

Beliefs| Sleetwhisker has no doubt that StarClan does not exist. You live and you die, and that's it. She believes that the leaders are lying about their nine lives and medicine cats about their dreams. However, she respects them all the same, and never speaks about StarClan anyway. She has more logical things to do than dwell over some starry felines who are nothing but foolish stories.

Parents | [NP] Squall - Mother, Unknown - Father [NP]
Mother deceased, father's condition unknown

Siblings | None

Mate | None

Crush | None

Kits | None

Apprentice | Not yet

Appearance | Sleetwhisker is the color of pure white snow, tainted with slush-gray points on her ears, paws, tail and face. Short-furred and her pelt matted or tangled in some places, this feline is a handsome old gal who bears an air of dignity and grace. Her eyes are a piercing, ocean-blue, which stands out most in her light-toned pelt, and her voice is graced with a French accent.

Sleetwhisker is tall, lanky, and rather lean. Because of her growing age and the expectations of a warrior, her once-unyielding strength has diminished a fair amount, leaving her not as active as she used to be. She isn't very old, but hunting, fighting, and running around, often with a half-full belly, is sure to wear out anyone. She neglects to care for her coat much because she finds no point in grooming something that would only become dirty once more in less than an hour. Scars, some barely visible and some very pronounced, lace her pelt and give her an image of a hardy, battle-trained warrior.

Personality | Sleetwhisker isn't someone you would want to cross.
Strict and sharp-tongued, she has apprentices shaking in their pelts. She accepts no nonsense and will not be very tolerant to rule-breakers. She also dislikes frivolity and maintains the belief that a healthy Clan is a happy Clan.

She can be rather sardonic sometimes, especially when she is not understood the first time. She's just like your average, grouchy old teacher, who hates to repeat instructions and upholds a stern disciplinary method. Sleetwhisker is also a guarded, suspicious cat - she has faith in her Clan completely, but can't bring herself to trust a foolish kittypet. Strange how her mind works, eh?
Although 'gentle' and 'sympathetic' aren't very accurate words to describe her, her harsh disposition can fall away at times to reveal a dry, humorous side. Especially when she's in a good mood, which comes along every once in a while.

Sleetwhisker tends to lean on the formal side, choosing her words with great care in order to not offend cats who she needs to tread cautiously around and insulting those who irritate her as well. Thus, awkward moments in conversations with her are bound to be slightly more common than normal.

However much hot-tempered and abrupt she is, Sleetwhisker is quite caring and is devoted to the well-being of her Clan. She is extremely respectful of her superiors, which includes the leader and deputy, but she isn't afraid to speak up and add her own stubborn opinion. Having a rather loud voice helps with that. But to other Clans... well, Sleetwhisker will remain polite to them, but on no account will she obey another leader's or deputy's orders. Her loyalty rests in StreamClan, as it should.

Skills | Sleetwhisker, like most of her fellow Clanmates, is a talented swimmer and an excellent fisher, equipped with a nearly waterproof pelt and large paws. Her fighting skills are probably just a notch below average; she'd rather talk than battle. But when she does, she finds that she abandons her techniques unconsciously, especially in a frenzied fight where she barely has time to think. Hunting forest prey is as easy as breathing for Sleetwhisker, though that doesn't mean that she's always successful.

History | Sleetwhisker never had a true name until she joined StreamClan.
Sleetwhisker's father left a couple days after his mate was diagnosed that she was pregnant. There was no apparent reason for his departure, but it didn't worry the she-cat too much. Sleetwhisker's mother, who was an alley cat in the streets of Twolegplace, didn't bother to name her child. They were meaningless to her and when she gave birth to Sleetwhisker, she was absolutely sure that her kit would die. She was thin, weak, and extremely frail. But she lived, or her history would end here.

When Sleetwhisker was around eight moons old, her mother became increasingly violent and wild. She would attack other cats viciously just for being close to her, and soon that included her own daughter. She earned the name 'Squall' and it was clear that she was unwelcome everywhere she went. Now, when Sleetwhisker reflects back on her past, she thinks that Squall had some severe mental problems and pities her. Squall died as she lived, killed in a nasty battle with a couple other felines. Sleetwhisker was left alone for the first time in her life, and as cruel as her mother had been in the recent moon, she missed her greatly.

She was forced to grow up too quickly, and the naive little female transformed into a hard-working, stern adult.

Sleetwhisker resided in the forest near the river while she learned how to hunt and defend herself. Sometimes, she'd be tempted to commit suicide because she saw no point in life, but thankfully she never did.
StreamClan's arrival gave the she-cat a shock, because she was sleeping on the edge of their future camp when a large band of cats came through. Hidden by ferns and some fallen tree trunks, she remained undetected until a curious kitten wandered toward her and squealed with alarm. It was a rather amusing scene, really.

"There's a strange old cat here! Drive her out, drive her out!" It's litter mates arrived shortly and began to poke and prod her, mewling questions and threats. "Who are you? What're you doin'
here? Get out, or we'll eat you for supper!" Sleetwhisker had to resist the urge to bite their arrogant heads off. Then some warriors appeared and growled, escorting her to their leader.

She was fascinated by the Clans' ways and traditions, instantly agreeing to join. And for the first time in her life, she had a name: Sleetwhisker.