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name; sootwhisker.
clan; windclan.
position; warrior.
age; twelve moons.
gender; tom.
codeword; mistletoe.
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appearance; It is usually hard to decribe a lot of cats, as every soul on this earth is different, even if it's down to the width between claws. Sootwhisker is a cat that proves this point more than ever. Although not the largest tom, he seems taller than most cats, due to his long limbs, which really, are a lot longer than most cats. Each of his long, thin limbs is lined with lean, yet strong muscles, but even this proves that he isn't a fighter, more of a hunter as speed is really his talent. With smaller than average ears and a rather long tail to match his legs, he has a very set build for a runner and hunter, even if being silent is something he has trouble with.

Sootshadow's pelt is patterned in a rather different way to most cats. Like his brother Flameshadow, he is basicly white with black patches, but this tom's pelt is more black than white. His body is almost all a soot coloured black and this dark ebony colour runs down his legs and down his tail, the different being that his belly is all a shade of snowy white, as are his paws and tail tip. His black colouring goes up his head and covered the top of his head and all his ears, apart from a flame-shaped stripe of white just at the edge of his forehere, just above his eyes. His entire nose and up between his eyes is all black, covered in a sooty patch, while white covers the rest of his snout and his cheeks.

His lower jaw and chin are also black. This patch goes down his neck and ends in a thin point at the top of his chest. The white from his belly comes up and covers the rest of his chest and goes up to form a half-ring around his neck. A small fleck of white is in the middle of his otherwise white chest, like what you might expect when you let your pen rest on a sheet of paper, deep in thought and then remove it. That is what Sootwhisker looks like in general, like someone was bored and started colouring a white cat black, but then daydreamed and left white and black patches all over him. Finally, Sootwhisker's eyes are the deepest sapphire blue, so much that sometimes in the darkness, it can look like he has no eyes against the rest of his black upper head.

personality; There are a lot of ways to describe Sootwhisker and just like his looks, this tom is a white cat patches black, a good hearted soul patches with flaws. As you may or may not expect, this tom has a rather adventurous and bubbly over-personality and, no matter the time or place, he is always looking on the bright side and for some reason, he can never become depressed or think so deeply about an event that it would change him and that has been the story of his life. There is one very important thing that everyone in the forest knows about Sootwhisker, and that is that once you get him talking, it's hard to make him stop. Clearly not a quiet cat, he finds it hard not to talk to himself, yet alone others and, really, he never grew out of kithood and is well known for talking to Pebbleskip, hisimaginary friend.

Even though he does and will talk to anyone, he finds it hard to find friends and really focuses on his family for comfort and friend, one of the main reasons he is so close to Flameshadow. Usually a very playful tom, he is usually left behind on broder patrols and any cat could hear him coming from mothermouth, yet, it's strange because the same thing doesn't happen on hunting patrols. His mothers death didn't have an effect on him in anyway, like it did his brother and sister and really, he isn't a cat who can say he cares abotu others around him. Although loyal to WindClan, he is a daydreamer and can wander off without anyone knowing and when this happens, he forgets about borders and his clan and focuses on just thinking and being a cat.

This tom is really clumsy that is one thing that I can say for sure. You could say that his tree doesn't go to the top branch, or his pebble isn't against the bottom of the stream and really, there isn't a cat that would doubt that. He has a rather good skill of tripping over nothing or falling out of a hiding place and even then, he also has the ability of vanishing into no where during a battle. Dedication and memory are all hard things for Sootshadow to follow. Maybe is he ever met the right she-cat, he could change but at his young age, it may just be something he is yet to grow out of. No one will know for a long while yet.

in character example; "I went for a run. Well - you know me." The young she-cat gave a small fliuck of her ear, a playful grin tugging on the edge of her lips as he watched her clanmate think for a moment before replying to her question. "We need to heal. But we shouldn't let them gather their forces too much. Surely it would be better if we attacked soon," Skypaw nodded her head slightly in agreement, icy blue eyes flashing thoughtfully as she sat down. Suddenly, the softer, yet still clearly heard voice echoed through the air as the tabby and white patched apprentice turned her head slightly, ears pricking up. "Hi guys, What's up?" Another kit away from the safety of the camp. How predicatble, and at these times, it wasn't safe for a young cat to wander, not even for an apprentice. That was why she was hiding in the tree for her sleep. "Not much. But we're talking about how nice it would be to go home - don't you think?" Skypaw raised an eyebrow, looking at her friend for a moment, tail wrapping lightly around her front paws. If they did go home, would they welcome to marshes like they did the grass and trees?

It was a question the apprentice found on her mind a lot in resent days. "A couple cats told me about it, How can any cat stand having so little light, though?" Skypaw sighed, a real sadness in her blue shaded eyes as he looked at the young kit, who clearly hadn't been born within their own territory. "We could, it was how we lived. ShadowClan cats are the clan of the shadows, thus our name. We are the best hunters within the darkness and of the night, in the small area where the light can not reach. We prefer the shadows, the cool claws of the darkness. That's how. It's in our blood. No shadowclan cat should have to be forced to live in such an open place." Skypaw glancing at Lilypaw with a small snort, eyes travelling up to the thin layer of leaves overhead, her mind drifting away from reality. She had half thudnerclan blood, and in truth, the rest of her blood was rogue. She didn't have even a drop of shadowclan blood in her, yet, maybe it was just because she was raised in the clan that she loved the shadows more than the light. But who knew? If they spent much longer in thunderclan, woul she never be able to grow back in favour of the night? There was only so much a cat could tell and this was not one of those things.

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