Personality + Physicality

Physical Description

Semi-fluffy black tom with lighter pointing on his back legs, tail, and chest, and darker points on his front legs, face and ears. He has pale yellow eyes.

big discrip.

Scars / Injuries / Bans

• Elongated Fangs.
• Dead, has 3 snake bite scars; on his cheek, neck, and leg- they show as stars in his ghost form.

Backstory

[-kit] • [-paw] • [-fire]

Kithood (Birth-5 moons)

After Thistlefire and Streamclaw's many failed attempts of bearing kits, Sootkit was born alongside his siblings Emberkit and Flamekit. Just a moon into existance, the smells of smoke, ash, and fire began to harass the camp. Sootkit was too young to understand at the time but none of that wasn't a daily thing, much less the valley being lit a blaze. He liked it though, the chaos and noise it brought. He'd spend hours just outside the nursery watching cats run around without direction, the constant bickering. It, to him, was peaceful. Though it was clear his parents disagreed. There weren't many others for him to play with either, mostly keeping close to his siblings, this is where he began or harber his quietness, and weird habits.

At somepoint Emberkit declared that she no longer identified as a tom, and instead identified as a molly. Sootkit was more than happy to accept this change, he loved his family dearly and was ready to accpet them throguh anything. He himself didn't undertand why, and at some point asked his parents, getting a quick and simple answer as to why someone would change their identity. He thought it was cool to say the least. With a bit of a suddent jump, Sootkit found himself being gripped out of the nest, woken up from his nap, and rushed out of the clan. Giving a confused look to his siblings he had no answer until he made it to what he could only assume was their second camp. (Spoiler, it was not).

He didn't mind the change, there was a lot more kits, and more noise. Though the kits were kind of annoying, well, really annoying. He ended up spending a lot of time with Emberkit, sleeping, eating, doing whatever. He started to detest the idea of sharing when a mossball rolled over his way, he had spent a good few minutes playing with it before some kit asked to either get it back or to play with him, there was a strong objection on his end, leading him to get into trouble and giving the mossball up.

Unfortuantly, there was a day where Thistlefire stepped out to hunt, little did Sootkit or his family know that was going to be their last time seeing her. Days went by with no sign of his mother returning. He kept asking his father when she'd return, why she was gone for so long, if they could go look for her. The answer was always a varient of the same thing, she was taken by the smoke and will be back. But that wasn't the case. He knew that, Streamclaw knew that too. Sootkit reluctently left the camp with the clan, checking over his shoulder consistanly, looking and keeping an eye out for his mother. Streamclaw had started to grow distant, leaving the three kits to walk all the way back home, due to this Sootkit often found himself in the back with the elders as he looked for his mother. They eventually broke the news down to him that she was more than likly dead. This began to start his fixation with death, asking them a thousand questions- most being unwelcomed as the clan had just lost many due to the fire, and the elders themselves had delt with their fair share of lossed loved ones.

Back home and with two more moons before their apprenticeship, Sootkit often times would play with his food, wrestle Flamekit and Emberkit, and try to play with his father. Streamclaw was a different tom now, one that paid little attention to the kits, someone who was mean, bitter, and angry. Sootkit didn't understand why, and the snappiness in his fathers responces did nothing to help. If anything he began to quiet down, hold his thoughts to himself, distance himself. He did stick close to Emberkit and Flamekit, they understood him, made him feel welcomed and he did the same. The trio began to grow very close together, constaly talking about their upcoming apprenticeship and were more than ready to leave the nursery. Sootkit himself felt to old to be in the nursery anyway, plus, why should they stay when they have no parent to care for them? At least as an apprentice he can begin to look out for those he cares about and start to answer his own questions.

Apprenticeship (6 moons-8 moons)

Finally! Sootkit recieved Talontuft as his mentor and the new shiny name Sootpaw. Feeling a sense of freedom, he doesn't plan on looking back, though his mother was physically dead, his father was more dead, and Sootpaw was going to treat him as such. A memory, a loss, something that is no longer of importance. His siblings were still here and thats all that mattered. He planned on proving hismelf to anyone that would watch.

Time came and went, he stuck close to Emberpaw, training with her, eating meals together, and placing bets every now and then. It was to the point where they two could have full on conversations without uttering a word- though Emberpaw would usually be the one to speak up. Sootpaw also grew close to Sharppaw, he was fun to wrestle with and sneak out on adventure, of course Frostbolt was allowed to tag along too- not that he was any help.

Before his first gathering he met a Lynxclan cat by the name Bugpaw, as well as a warrior named Sugarsnap, while on boarder patrol. The two apprentices ended up meeting again a few days later by accident. It was then when Sootpaw made his first friend outside of his clan. Once he went to the gathering he was able to reunite with Bugpaw, as well as meet Rabbitpaw, who was very intreiguing, im a weird pathetic way. As the moon progressed Sootpaw often wondered the borders to meet up with Bugpaw to talk and play around. She was the first of his friend to experience a loss, and though he's not the one to go to for comfort he tried his best.

It wasnt too long after another gathering that Flintstar went missing. Against his better judgement, Sootpaw was up at his feet offering to help. The patrol felt like forever, the new smells of fresh plants and pollen were overwhelming for him. Honestly the whole thing was exhausting. Luckly they found Flintstar by Snake Rocks, however, she was swarmed with a bunch of rattlesnakes. The partol did their best to get their leader back safely, Sootpaw himself had whooped quite a bit of ass! At least that's how it seemed, as the fight continued, Sootpaw took more bites and damage until he couldn't any longer. Sootpaw laid down for the last time in the warm sun surrounded by dead snakes and a very injured patrol group, including Emberpaw. He was at peace with his death, he no longer felt tired or weak. He just wished that he had a bit more time to spend with everyone.

Despite his early death, Flintstar acknowleged his bravery and strength when fighting off the rattle snakes, she, with Emberpaw's help, gifted the name Sootfire to the young apprentice.

Afterlife (Since Moon 509)

Sootpaw was a but confused after wakeing up outside his body, the yells and cries around him were muffled and confusing. He couldn't hear properly. For now he walks alongside the living, he knows he'll join Starclan soon. He just wants to make sure his siblings, clanmates, and friends are to term whith his death. That they get closure. He wants them to be okay as much as he wants to walk along his mother's side in the stars.

Miscellaneous

Trivia

• Has a weird fasination with death and welcomes it.
• Has a goal of killing 10 birds (0/10)
• Will stare you dead in the eye and not speak a single word.
• Prefers to be alone unless he's with his siblings.
• Pansexual (he/him).
• Chronic sloucher, it doesnt matter if he's standing, sitting, or walking..
• Doesn't really see himself as a good cat, or "sweet" as Bugpaw puts it, tries to put up barriers after commiting tender acts of selflessness or care.
• Hates the idea of sharing or giving away anythng he claimed.
• When meeting his cross-clan friends he would never cross the scent markers or allow the other to do so, that way they were both technically following the rules.

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