!Sootstorm[[liar, liar;;]]!

[[.___Paije] !]

Name | Sootstorm

Gender | She-cat

Age | Thirty moons

Rank | Warrior

Clan | PineClan

Beliefs| Sootstorm, like most cats in PineClan, she doesn't believe in StarClan. You could say that solely she believes in the Dark Forest. Why she only believes in the Dark Forest? Well. It's impossible for dead cats to be flying in the sky as stars, yes? Well in the Dark Forest they live in a forest shrouded in the dark. Which for Sootstorm is more believable. Wandering there for the rest of eternity. In some sort of human-terms, you could call her a Satanist. She doesn't ever really talk about her beliefs. Actually, very rarely she even mentions it.

Parents | Stormtail[father; np], mother unknown

Siblings | Unknown

Other Kin | None

Mate | Not yetttt

Crush | Not yetttt

Kits | Not yet

Apprentice | Not yet

Appearance | Sootstorm isn't a skinny, fast cat. She's more of a thick-bodied cat, others could say that she looks heavy-set. Her body definitely isn't built for speed, but her body could take a few blows. Her pelt is also thick, and she sheds like no other during summer-time. For some odd reason, during the colder part of the year on her back closer to the tail a single clump of hair stands the whole time. The most sensitive part of her back. If anyone dared to touch it, shudders would go up her back, and just makes her back arch. For the most part, a lot of her pelt is soft, but on her back, on a patch that covers the half of her back near her pelt is thinner, rougher, and the most sensitive part on her back. Her pelt is several different colors--the main three are grey, a darker tabby stripes of grey, and white. Her forehead has a white vertical dash. Then white rings around her eyes. Her muzzle, down to her underbelly is white. Her paws are white, and her back legs are mostly white--up to the knee at least. Behind her elbow on her right side is a patch of light, creamy tan. Another streak on her mid-body of the same creamy tan color. Her face is a lighter color--more of a silverish tint, and the inside of her front legs too.

Personality | To those who don't know her well, she has a stinging personality. She's the type of cat that you might want to avoid at first. To strangers she has a boiling attitude and a short fuse. To those she is close to, she is more neutral, but yet at the same time still very likely to lash out. Very touchy about certain things. She has a very odd...fear of males. Fear...it's not quite the word. Wary--yes, that's it. She has a slight insecurity with most males. Maybe it's because of her brother Shrikewhisker who would always tell her to stay away from most men because they're "brutal, disgusting animals". But she cannot stand them either way. To her most males are just thick-headed beastly animals who are only interested in breeding--just from listening to her brother she got that idea.. Until that theory is disproved by a tom, she'd probably remain single for now. She tends to stay near her supposed "brothers and sisters(that'll be explained in the plot board--so yeah)". Her true soft side comes out to her "brothers and sisters". But one thing that subtracts from the rest of her personality is her sharp maternal instincts. But that's just in nature--all female cats have that instinct inside of them, don't they?

Skills | Known for her witty comebacks and fighting skills. You could say her skills run under either physical or verbal fighting. She's also great at caring for kits. Hunting and tracking aren't in her strong parts. She can't really sneak around silently as well as other cats could do, her large paws always making mistakes while on a hunting mission. Very rarely does she bring home more than one mouse.

History | Sootstorm was never full-blooded Clan cat. She shares only half blood from ForestClan, and then the other half is kittypet. But she didn't even know about this. Her father always told her that she was the runt in the litter when she had always asked why her "siblings" were bigger than her. It was all a story. As even a Warrior, some dreams of the day she was taken back to the Clan by her lying, sneaky father...

"They're beautiful Camee..." Stormtail mumbled, licking the litter of three in turn. The first kit, Sootkit, and then the third kit. "You're going to take Downy with you, aren't you?" Camee whispered, looking down at "Downy"--the soon to be named Sootkit. "Yes Camee," Stormtail mumbled, muzzle brushing his mate's cheek. "I'm taking Downy with me. At least one of the kits should be a Clan cat like me...and she's the biggest in her litter. I think she'd fair well in ForestClan, don't you think so?" "I guess so..." Stormtail could barely stand it under here, crouched under the rotting deck that was connected to the place his dear mate called home. Steady rain fell down onto the deck and all around, but under the rotting driftwood it sounded more like huge bangs. "I have to go...I'll take her now..." the grey tomcat meowed, giving his mate an affectionate lick, licking his two other kits on the head. Then picking up Downy by the scruff, turning and heading out of the deck, only glancing back at where his mate was staying until the rain stopped, nursing their kits. The journey wasn't very far, but Stormtail did run most of the way, so it seemed more likely that he actually found the kit in the forest he had allowed some of his little kit's pelt to get soiled by rain and mud. Slowing down to camp, a patrol was heading out just then, eyeing the grey tomcat and the bundle of joy held in his jaws, Birchpelt's eyes narrowed. "Where'd you find that hairball?" he grunted. Stormtail stiffened, setting his daughter on his paws. "Out in the forest abandoned, sir. I thought that we could always use another cat. Found it near by another Clan's border. But it smells of kittypet, but I got to it before anyone else could." Stormtail mumbled, nodding his head. Birchpelt had stared at Stormtail for a bit, just giving a grunt of approval and allowing Stormtail to pass with his little daughter in his jaws. All he could do was head off straight to the nursery, one grey-colored queen nursing, his closest female friend. Perfect. "Greyfur," he mumbled. "I need you to take care of my kit..." he whispered lightly, crouching closer to the ground and placing his kit to her paws, the little tiny, whining kit snuggling closer to Greyfur, wanting to eat... "I'll take care of her..." Greyfur mumbled. "I'll raise her as my own." Stormtail nodded, respectfully and gave his friend a lick on the head. "Does she all ready have a name?" Stormtail froze again, thinking for only two or three seconds before nodding. "Her name's Sootkit."

As a kit, she believed she was the same age as her brothers and sisters, who were actually a half-moon ahead of her in age. But no one really knew Sootkit's age except for Stormtail and Greyfur. Everyone just assumed that she was the runt in the litter. That was something that she hated about being a kit, she was smaller than her "siblings". It wasn't hard to stay around them, in fact she loved her apparent "siblings" and stuck close to them at all times. She had no clue as to who her father was--for Greyfur's mate died a moon into the queen's pregnancy. Sootkit was the quickest at the time, but yes, as they grew that'd change. But also--here's the thing. Greyfur had died when they were still young...having other queens care for the litter. But Sootkit had grown closer to her brother Shrikekit.

When she was about six moons, she and her "siblings" became apprentices. It was ironic. Her own father was mentoring her. Mainly the leader chose him because he had been the one who "found Sootpaw in the forest, and could make a good mentor for this cat". Given her name of Sootpaw, she had been anxious to begin training. But oh yes, she definitely got her dad's thick skull. Seeming to almost always clash with her father/mentor, then running off back to camp, steamed and bound to get scolded at, or yelled at by Stormtail. He had always been extra tough around his second apprentice/daughter. He always wanted the best for his kit. To watch her grow up thinking Greyfur and her kits were related to her. When literally her whole life is a partial lie, and she didn't even know it!

Then at the age of thirteen moons, along with her siblings, they received their warrior names. Sootpaw getting her name changed to Sootstorm--the suffix -storm relating to her flaring temper and short fuse. Since then, not much had happened really. Normal warrior things like hunting and patrol. But then, later on as a Warrior, the whole Clan had traveled to a new home, renaming the Clan PineClan. Maybe in this new home Sootstorm could shake off some things from the past. Like those dreams of a kittypet...and some travel, then warmth. She never understood those dreams that came to her. But yet, even in their new home her dreams came out like that... The whole travel had been slightly hard on Sootstorm. Sticking closer to Shrikewhisker, sort of nervous in a way as she traveled. Always wondering if this new home would be good for her. But yet... she's still taking time to adjust to this. Her opinions on the new home are great; it looks nice, and feels comfortable. But Sootstorm is never sure...