Sirenpaw - SoulClan

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[atrb=width,600,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=200815] Why do you shun me for who I am? FOR I AM Sirenpaw of the great SoulClan Age 9 moons Gender She-cat Rank Apprentice How can I hide in the shadows of the unknown? WHEN MY PELT IS black and my eyes are blue Scars Sirenpaw doesn't have many scars due to the fact that she is only nine moons old, but she does carry one on her left shoulder where her mentor had accidentally scraped her with unsheathed claws. Appearance As a kit Sirenpaw was, quite specifically, a little bundle of thick black fur. Now she is slender and lanky, yet unfortunately small in size. Sirenpaw has a short, sleek pelt, with ravenous black fur. One would often wonder who she had gotten it from since her mother, Silverfeather, was a silver tabby, and her father, Fishclaw, was a brown tabby. It was rather peculiar that she was born a jet black kit. Her father mentioned that she had inherited it from his father who had the same pitch black, thick fur she now possessed. It's no doubt that once she becomes fully grown, she will have her grandfather's same thick fur, and it won't be as sleek as it is now. But many admire her for her distinctive pelt, and no one doubts that she will grow to be a beautiful black she-cat. Why do you judge me for what I’ll become? JUST BECAUSE I’M fierce AND unpredictable Personality Sirenpaw is one true little spitfire. Characteristics that mainly describe her are fierce, strong, and stubbornly adamant. Not one word that passes through her maw is considered to be pleasant, let alone polite. She doesn’t care what her other clan mates think of her, nor what she thinks of them. She is totally independent, despite her living in a clan, and if it wasn’t for her fierce loyalty to SoulClan and the need for shelter and protection, she’d be on her own right about now. She has the spirit and strength to overcome anything, if not everything. Quite often will her clan mates see Sirenpaw either sitting alone eating or sharing tongues by herself, away from the rest of the clan. She prefers loneliness more than anything else, and absolutely hates it when she is in the center of attention. She can’t stand other cats poking and prodding at her mind; it irritates her to no end. Mostly anything and everything annoys this spunky apprentice. Bee-brain is her favorite insult. If you call her mouse-brain, she’ll probably call you bee-brain. If you tell her she’s a coward, she’ll call you a cowardice bee-brain. Bee-brains are what Sirenpaw calls everyone who crosses her path, and bee-brains they’ll be until she says otherwise! Not only is her words sharp, but her claws are known to be pretty deadly too. Despite being a beginning in her apprentice training, Sirenpaw can be rather impressive when in a one-on-one combat. She has a way with her moves that will render you speechless and breathless once she’s finished with you. She is a very quick learner, so it doesn’t take long for this young spitfire to learn and prefect a brand new move her mentor just taught her. It is obvious that once she becomes a warrior, she’ll be one to be feared. She is quick-witted, clever, and more dangerously so, unpredictable. She is never swayed by her mistakes; in fact they only drive her to work harder. She enjoys a good challenge, and will often challenge the older apprentice’s in the den for a battling match in which she usually wins. Many apprentices and most of the kits in the clan are scared of her because of her over-whelming and compelling demeanor. Sirenpaw rarely permits anything to faze her, and when something does, she makes it clear to whatever it is that she’s apparently not a cat to be messed with. It’s quite obvious to say that Sirenpaw is not a very friendly cat. Because of this she doesn’t have many friends, but earns a whole lot of enemies. If Sirenpaw wasn’t already a great asset to the clan, many would not mind kicking her out and leaving her out on her own. She wouldn’t mind that either, if she already didn’t feel extremely loyal to her Clan. Despite how much the life of a loner might suit Sirenpaw, she feels quite comfortable living in a clan, just because it’s all she has ever really known. Sirenpaw is a strongly introverted cat, but that doesn’t keep her from standing up for herself when the situation arises. In fact, she loves giving the other cats a piece of her mind. Especially cats from the other clans; she’s got quite a talent for ticking them off. Mostly every word that comes out of Sirenpaw’s mouth is dripping with sarcasm. She uses this not just to fight back, but because it’s becoming quite a habit. Now Sarcasm can be a good thing, or a bad thing, depending how you use it. But with Sirenpaw, sarcasm is sarcasm, and she prefers to use hers in a way that cuts right into the heart of the matter. Preferences Likes: - Being alone - Fighting - Getting what she wants - Winning an argument - Impressive toms Dislikes: - Despicable bee-brains - Annoying kits - Prissy she-cats - Toms who think they're stronger than her - Being pushed around or told what to do - Not getting her 'alone time' Secret Ambitions To be the best fighter in all four clans. Strengths/Weaknesses Strengths; - Fighting/battling - Kicking butt Weaknesses: - Powerful toms (or just power in general) - A good challenge How am I punished for what my kin has done? EVEN IF MY PARENTS ARE Silverfeather AND Fishclaw Family Mother -- Silverfeather Father --- Fishclaw Event that Lead to being a Warrior --- History Sirenpaw was born to two fiercely loyal SoulClan warriors, Silverfeather and Fishclaw. She was the only one in her litter, and because of this she grew to become very independent. Her mother, Silverfeather, barely gave her any attention due to her obvious loyalty to her Clan - it wasn't until Sirenpaw had turned into an apprentice did she learn from the other apprentices that her mother had never really wanted to be a queen and birth her, anyway. This put a cold stone in Sirenpaw's heart, and ever since that day she became extremely bitter and cast out all love for her mother aside. Now her father, Fishclaw, didn't care much for her either, but he would speak to her from time to time. Never did he show any affection for her, however. Sirenpaw was completely and totally alone in the family department, and as far as friends go, she didn't care to make any. She was just fine and dandy on her own, and she would prove to her clan that she could be just as strong and fierce like her parents, if not more. Who cares about love anyway? It wasn't important to Sirenpaw - the only thing that Sirenpaw cared about was becoming a great and worthy warrior of her Clan, and someday she vows to become just that. Sample RP (I know I don't have to do one, but I thought you might like to read this and see how she's like...) "Let go of me you bee-brain!" Sirenpaw whipped around to detach the insanely sharp claws of a kit who had decided suddenly to pounce on top of her back. Pain shot down her spine as the kit dug its claws under her sleek black fur, yowling in a high, shrilling note right next to her ear. Pulling her lips back in a snarl, Sirenpaw grabbed the kit by his flabby scruff and yanked him off her back and onto the ground in front of her. The kit mewed out in protest and made to jump back on her back but her swift movement sideways saved her from the attack. The kit went flying into the air like a bird having shot straight into the sky, and with a reluctant groan Sirenpaw grabbed him again so he didn't have to endure the pain of the fall. "Now lissen bee brain!" Sirenpaw mumbled in a maw full of thick, disgusting fur. "Tired of you not lissening. Go attack sum one else!" And with that, Sirenpaw dropped the small little nuisance and watched with a sense of satisfaction as the squirt pelted straight towards one of the warriors laying down across the other side of camp, basking in the rare sunlight. A smirk flashed across Sirenpaw's maw as the kit pounced onto the warrior's back, startling him so much that he let out a stunned yowl and jumped onto all four paws, ready to defend himself at all costs. When he figured out that it was not, in fact, a rival clan cat, but a kit, the warrior glanced over at Sirenpaw and glowered. Sirenpaw made a spunky gesture with her tail that was the least bit apologetic. Not my fault you weren't watching yourself. Serves you right for being a lazy butt. Smirking, Sirenpaw turned around and began heading out of camp, the sunshine washing over her jet black pelt and making it sparkle with a luminous light. The moment she had escaped the chaos of ShadowClan's camp, Sirenpaw immediately felt her muscles relax and a faint sigh escaped her maw. Finally! she thought, beginning to sprint swiftly through the swampy marshlands that made up the majority of ShadowClan's territory. I can relax without those pesky kits climbing all over me...what is it about me that they like, anyway? I'm the least bit playful...bee-brains. Sirenpaw increased her stride, now running full-speed towards the heart of ShadowClan's territory. It was a bright sunshiny day, which was quite rare because usually the sky above them was blanketed with gray scattered clouds, and not a speck of blue in sight. Today silverpelt had decided to show its true colors, revealing a sky of clear, cloudless blue that seemed to stretch on for miles and miles. In a more pleasant mood than she was in normally, Sirenpaw felt herself start to prance around, chasing away lizards for the fun of it despite the prey that was probably needed back at camp. When she had approached a small sandy hollow, Sirenpaw halted in her steps and scented the area around her. Her ears flattened the moment she smelled a familiar presense, and her eyes narrowed with a familiar menace. Sting-ray. Not only was he one of the best warriors in ShadowClan, but he was her mentor. She had been hoping that today she wouldn't have to do any training, but now since he most likely knew she was around, he'd probably want to get some training done. Tail lashing in exasperation, Sirenpaw peeked through the leaves and thin branches of a bush only to see her mentor standing right behind it, just having caught something and, to her great dismay and amusement, seeming to be talking to himself. 'There's no such thing as Heaven, she needed to wake up to reality.' Sirenpaw tilted her head to the side, stifling back a laugh. My mentor is an official bee-brain. she thought to herself, and not a moment too soon did she push herself past the bush and made herself known to his presence. Lifting her head, Sirenpaw snickered and mewed to him, her words dripping with that oh so sweet sarcasm she so possessed. "Hello Stingray. Tell me, how's it like sharing a conversation with yourself? I haven't yet tried it. Is it as fun as talking to a tree?" Yes, Sirenpaw didn't mind talking like this to her mentor. For one, she wasn't those kind of apprentice's that usually gave out free respect, and two, she didn't really care if they were hurt by her words, or at least upset by them. They were bee-brains if they couldn't handle her snide remarks, and even more so if they felt like they deserved her respect. No one, absolutely no one deserves her respect unless otherwise earned. You call me by the name I’ve lied I meet in secret with those who’ve died Though life is not’ but treachery This life is all the life in me

[Juniper]

Accepted!