Post by rj on Nov 4, 2020 21:15:18 GMT
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[attr="class","arrappTAG"]@/sootflurry - (a round gray tom with bright amber eyes)
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50 MOONS | TOM | GAY | RIVERCLAN | WARRIOR |
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+ boisterous + surprisingly courageous + pure of heart + compassionate + extraordinarily optimistic | - ditzy/scatterbrained - easily overwhelmed - oafish - naĂŻve - doormat |
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[attr="class","arrgenMAINTEXT"]sootflurry is your stereotypical kittypet-turned-warrior: after helping whitestar escape from his twolegs and hearing stories from him of the ways of the clans, he desired for something more than lazing around his home and waiting for fed, he desired adventure. he followed whitestar back to riverclan, soft at heart but courageous in spirit, and delighted to be part of something bigger than himself.
although a bit lazy, especially when it comes to the start of the day, sootflurry is an honest, dedicated warrior, and is extremely happy to be a part of riverclan, regardless of any bullying he might face from other warriors. he takes all hostility on the nose and simply responds to it with loving gestures.
he is open-minded, and welcomes all and any cats to his heart with open paws. anger isnât something he allows himself to feel, and lets it wash away from him like the water washes down the stream.
although a bit lazy, especially when it comes to the start of the day, sootflurry is an honest, dedicated warrior, and is extremely happy to be a part of riverclan, regardless of any bullying he might face from other warriors. he takes all hostility on the nose and simply responds to it with loving gestures.
he is open-minded, and welcomes all and any cats to his heart with open paws. anger isnât something he allows himself to feel, and lets it wash away from him like the water washes down the stream.
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[attr="class","arrgenMAINTEXT"]you are born alongside five other siblings to a pretty queen named dolly. she doesnât name you or your siblings - she tells you that through the muddied language of the twolegs, very few understandable words come through, that they will repeat to you as they stroke you and hold you and feed you, and that will be your name. she tells you that the day you are given your name is the day you will leave her, and though this frightens you, she reassures you with a loving lick that all will be okay, and that perhaps, if you are lucky, your paths will cross again.
it isnât long until this prophesied day comes, and you are taken away by strange, unfamiliar twolegs. strange, but good, you decide, as you relax in the twoleg kits lap, as she strokes your back gently, and you purr and purr and purr until you drift off. you sleep until you are taken out of the monster and into your new home, and it doesnât take you long to learn that your name is sooty.
you love your twolegs very much, you decide rather quickly. the food they give you is delicious, and the pets are better than anything you could ever dream of. you rule the house, you think, but you know that you are a benevolent ruler, as they are your kind subjects and treat you well.
you are visited by your siblings, sometimes, whose twolegs let them out of the house and about the streets. it isnât long until your own twolegs let you do the same, after you scratch and claw and meow at the door for days on end, and you find exploring the neighborhood to be a joy. you meet many cats, including your neighbor, whose company you delight in. there are many nights that you spend out in the garden by his side, pelts pressed together, and nuzzling into each otherâs necks. his name is scottie, and heâs all you could ever ask for.
you are heartbroken when, one day, scottie doesnât come out into the garden. or the next, or the day after that, and you eventually come to the sickening conclusion that heâs passed away. going outside doesnât have the same promise as before, and you can barely pull yourself out of your bed, sometimes, barely able to eat. you know your twolegs worry as you begin to lose weight, and you can barely fight them as they push strange tablets past your teeth and into your mouth.
one day, you decide to step out into the garden again, over the fence and into scottieâs garden. you sit atop the fence, looking over what used to be his home, with a sad look. suddenly, though, the stench of blood and wild and forest fills your nostrils, and as you glance over your shoulder, you nearly jump out of your pelt at the sight of a muddied, bloodied wild cat staring at you.
you do, however, fall off the fence, and just barely manage to land on your feet.
the wild cat raises his hackles, but somehow, you arenât afraid. heâs just some dumb cat, and youâve never believed the stories that them forest cats eat house cats. you muster up the best grin you can and greet him, and his first instinct is to threaten you. you brush it off, and as you go to introduce yourself, you hear your twolegs calling for you. you say goodbye to him, and prance back into your home.
the next morning, heâs still there, hiding out in the bushes. youâre confused, puzzled, but talk to him all the same. you learn that his name is whitestar, that heâs from riverclan, heâs the leader and heâs trying to find his way home. you beg him to tell you stories as you invite him inside, and though heâs reluctant, the promise of food seems to overrule his wild cat pride when his stomach growls. heâs surprised to see youâre not fed rabbit-dung looking pellets, but meat from the heavens, and gobbles it down before you can even get a lick, which you silently grumble to yourself about.
what you donât expect is for your twolegs to lock the kittydoor, scoop whitestar up into a kennel, and take him straight to the cutter, along with you. you can only apologize miserably in the belly of the monster, and hiss and growl until they take you out with him in the cold room of the cutter.
they only seem interested in helping him, though - heâs injured, after all, and you tell him that the disgusting fluid they shove down his throat with each meal is going to help him, so stop whining about it. he continues to whine about it, anyways.
as much as you love having him around, hearing his stories, and perhaps even snuggling up to him at night, you can tell that heâs homesick. that heâs not fit to be a housecat, but belongs back in the clans. you help him devise a plan to escape, and like in the old days, you scratch and whine and howl until your twolegs let you out one night, and whitestar slips out alongside you.
for a moment, you think this is where you part. you thank him for spending time with you, for making you happy again since losing your dear friend scottie, that youâll always remember him and hope he does well out in his clan. but as his tail just begins to disappear into the bushes, you canât help it. you charge after him, and plead with him to let you join riverclan. that this is the happiest youâve been in moons, and that you donât want that feeling to end. that youâve enjoyed his company perhaps a little more than you should, and that it doesnât feel right to let him walk away like this. that you owe it to him to make sure he gets home safe.
heâs⊠amused, and to your relief, he invites you to join him in riverclan. it isnât long until you find your way through the forest and to riverclan territory, and when he returns, the clan rejoices in his appearance. they donât, however, seem to take too kindly to your presence alongside him, when you stink so readily of housecat.
you⊠ignore this, because as far as youâre concerned, you have whitestar, and thatâs all you need to be happy. he teaches you, trains you, to learn the ways of a warrior. youâre clumsy, fat, and lazy, but you learn, you grow, and you prosper. youâre an excellent swimmer, he finds, and though youâre not very good at fighting youâre an excellent hunter. the elders find you amusing, and the queens enjoy your presence in the nursery, especially when your time lets them get a break from their kits. you might not be fully accepted, but⊠you feel at home, in riverclan.
you experience heartbreak yet again when whitestar dies - heartbreak and horror as you watch him convulse, with nothing you can do but stay by his side until he passes. you spend the entire day and night with his body, perhaps longer than you should, for someone who hadnât known him as long as the rest of his clan had, but⊠youâll never forget whitestar, or what he did for you, or the kindness he had shown you, and how you felt about him.
it isnât long until this prophesied day comes, and you are taken away by strange, unfamiliar twolegs. strange, but good, you decide, as you relax in the twoleg kits lap, as she strokes your back gently, and you purr and purr and purr until you drift off. you sleep until you are taken out of the monster and into your new home, and it doesnât take you long to learn that your name is sooty.
you love your twolegs very much, you decide rather quickly. the food they give you is delicious, and the pets are better than anything you could ever dream of. you rule the house, you think, but you know that you are a benevolent ruler, as they are your kind subjects and treat you well.
you are visited by your siblings, sometimes, whose twolegs let them out of the house and about the streets. it isnât long until your own twolegs let you do the same, after you scratch and claw and meow at the door for days on end, and you find exploring the neighborhood to be a joy. you meet many cats, including your neighbor, whose company you delight in. there are many nights that you spend out in the garden by his side, pelts pressed together, and nuzzling into each otherâs necks. his name is scottie, and heâs all you could ever ask for.
you are heartbroken when, one day, scottie doesnât come out into the garden. or the next, or the day after that, and you eventually come to the sickening conclusion that heâs passed away. going outside doesnât have the same promise as before, and you can barely pull yourself out of your bed, sometimes, barely able to eat. you know your twolegs worry as you begin to lose weight, and you can barely fight them as they push strange tablets past your teeth and into your mouth.
one day, you decide to step out into the garden again, over the fence and into scottieâs garden. you sit atop the fence, looking over what used to be his home, with a sad look. suddenly, though, the stench of blood and wild and forest fills your nostrils, and as you glance over your shoulder, you nearly jump out of your pelt at the sight of a muddied, bloodied wild cat staring at you.
you do, however, fall off the fence, and just barely manage to land on your feet.
the wild cat raises his hackles, but somehow, you arenât afraid. heâs just some dumb cat, and youâve never believed the stories that them forest cats eat house cats. you muster up the best grin you can and greet him, and his first instinct is to threaten you. you brush it off, and as you go to introduce yourself, you hear your twolegs calling for you. you say goodbye to him, and prance back into your home.
the next morning, heâs still there, hiding out in the bushes. youâre confused, puzzled, but talk to him all the same. you learn that his name is whitestar, that heâs from riverclan, heâs the leader and heâs trying to find his way home. you beg him to tell you stories as you invite him inside, and though heâs reluctant, the promise of food seems to overrule his wild cat pride when his stomach growls. heâs surprised to see youâre not fed rabbit-dung looking pellets, but meat from the heavens, and gobbles it down before you can even get a lick, which you silently grumble to yourself about.
what you donât expect is for your twolegs to lock the kittydoor, scoop whitestar up into a kennel, and take him straight to the cutter, along with you. you can only apologize miserably in the belly of the monster, and hiss and growl until they take you out with him in the cold room of the cutter.
they only seem interested in helping him, though - heâs injured, after all, and you tell him that the disgusting fluid they shove down his throat with each meal is going to help him, so stop whining about it. he continues to whine about it, anyways.
as much as you love having him around, hearing his stories, and perhaps even snuggling up to him at night, you can tell that heâs homesick. that heâs not fit to be a housecat, but belongs back in the clans. you help him devise a plan to escape, and like in the old days, you scratch and whine and howl until your twolegs let you out one night, and whitestar slips out alongside you.
for a moment, you think this is where you part. you thank him for spending time with you, for making you happy again since losing your dear friend scottie, that youâll always remember him and hope he does well out in his clan. but as his tail just begins to disappear into the bushes, you canât help it. you charge after him, and plead with him to let you join riverclan. that this is the happiest youâve been in moons, and that you donât want that feeling to end. that youâve enjoyed his company perhaps a little more than you should, and that it doesnât feel right to let him walk away like this. that you owe it to him to make sure he gets home safe.
heâs⊠amused, and to your relief, he invites you to join him in riverclan. it isnât long until you find your way through the forest and to riverclan territory, and when he returns, the clan rejoices in his appearance. they donât, however, seem to take too kindly to your presence alongside him, when you stink so readily of housecat.
you⊠ignore this, because as far as youâre concerned, you have whitestar, and thatâs all you need to be happy. he teaches you, trains you, to learn the ways of a warrior. youâre clumsy, fat, and lazy, but you learn, you grow, and you prosper. youâre an excellent swimmer, he finds, and though youâre not very good at fighting youâre an excellent hunter. the elders find you amusing, and the queens enjoy your presence in the nursery, especially when your time lets them get a break from their kits. you might not be fully accepted, but⊠you feel at home, in riverclan.
you experience heartbreak yet again when whitestar dies - heartbreak and horror as you watch him convulse, with nothing you can do but stay by his side until he passes. you spend the entire day and night with his body, perhaps longer than you should, for someone who hadnât known him as long as the rest of his clan had, but⊠youâll never forget whitestar, or what he did for you, or the kindness he had shown you, and how you felt about him.
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SOOT; derived from "sooty," for his gray fur | FLURRY; for his tender, soft personality |
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[attr="class","arrappUSERNAME"]HE/HIM
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[attr="class","arrappUSERNAME"]19 YEARS OLD | EST
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