[Phoenix]

Name: Sootkit
Age: 5 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: TreeClan
Rank: Kit
Picture: Here
*pretend the eyes are pale blue*
Description:

A healthy mix of both parents, the young tom has inherited his father’s slim build and dark pelt while retaining the pale blue of his mother’s eyes and some of the thickness of her fur. Almost a solid dark gray, his fur resembles the color of his namesake but for splashes of white along the inside of his left foreleg and toward the base of his spine. A lean form hides behind somewhat thick fur, an even mix of his mother’s full pelt and his father’s thin layer of fur protecting him from the biting cold of leaf-bare. Despite lacking the fierce amber eyes of his sister, the tom can produce no less of a piercing stare, turning his pale blue orbs, which bear such a resemblance to her warm eyes, into something colder without a second thought. Far from the smallest feline, the tom shows potential to grow to his father’s height.

Similar not only in color and size, Sootkit will grow to bear a resemblance to his father in mannerisms as well. Though the phantom-like movement that Grayowl perfected has yet to instill itself in his son, he already moves with uncanny precision, seemingly making sure that no movement is wasted. Further serving to unnerve watchers, the young tom has the ability to stand completely still, as if frozen by some invisible force. Unaware of doing so, he will call on this ability should he ever lose himself in thought. With the image completed by his usual expressionless gaze, betraying nothing of his thoughts, the tom has a record of distressing his clan mates when deep in thought. If he could bring himself to care, he might almost be amused.

Description Summary: A dark gray tom with thick fur and unnerving pale blue eyes.
Personality:

Ever since birth, Sootkit has never completely fit in. What may first be considered shyness and reticence gives way to something closer to apathy upon closer inspection. Though he does not completely lack emotion, the extent to which they affect him is considerably smaller than that of another cat; whether a subconscious need for control or a mistake in his brain chemistry, he has always felt little emotion. This, in turn, allows him a more practical view of the world, one without strict moral obligations, where the lines between right and wrong are blurred. Never questioning this difference between him and the majority, he simply accepts it, indifferent to the whole situation just as he is indifferent toward most of the cats him his clan in regards to their separate personalities. For this reason, morals serve him no purpose, for they rely on a cat’s ability to judge right versus wrong; if he simply does not care, then what wrong is there?

Because the mind automatically wants some system of organization when ranking cats, he relies on what he can observe of their strength. Quick to separate the strong from the weak, Sootkit places the more powerful cats before the weaker in regards to importance. Over the course of his life, he develops a “survival of the fittest” outlook, and already shows signs of that thought pattern as a kit. He has seen and heard of the successes of the great and mighty, and even if he lacks the ambition to pursue a similar course, he has no inclination of landing himself in the “weak” category. He scorns the weak, be a feline weak in body or in mind. Thinking in terms of survival, he sees no reason why clans should protect and shelter the elderly and gravely wounded, and this aspect of clan life has never ceased to confuse him, even if he eventually attributes it to the overpowering emotions to which other cats seem to fall victim. Though his clan is far from needy, he considers the space devoted to elders as wasted and unnecessary. In his mind, it is far better to die from the jaws of predators rather than using up valuable resources and sitting in a padded den all day. As such, he cannot see the sense in keeping the elderly and weak around, for it does nothing but weaken the clan.

Whether he feels loyalty to his clan is debatable, but it is the illogical nature of the decision that disgusts him, not the potential weak point it gives to his clan. Like the other emotions, his sense of loyalty to others is muted to all except his family and those whom he deems worthy of it. Though he is quick to discard a cat from his circle of companionship should they fall below the standard of strength, he keeps his family close to what little heart he has. He does not understand the reason behind this, for he hardly feels any more for them than he does the other cats of his clan, but he has accepted it without complaint. In any event, it helps that few of his immediate family are prone to large displays of emotion. Even though it allows him a cold view of the world, his indifference does not give him the ability to deal with others who wear their hearts on their sleeve. Those constantly driven by their emotions baffle him, and out of distaste for this habit, he considers them weak. Those clouded by their feelings cannot be counted on to make intelligent decisions, after all.

Likewise, StarClan means nothing to him. With no sense of sentimentality, he cares just as much for the dead as he does for the dying – which is to say, not at all. Cats in the sky could be real as much as they could be false, and automatically skeptical, he is not one to believe something that he himself has not seen. Though he refrains from outright scorning his ancestors – just in case they do exist – he cannot claim to be a devout follower. In the same way, he believes superstition and luck to be a waste of time and energy.

History:

A result of the rather contested pairing of Tigerlily and Grayowl, Sootkit was promised an interesting life from the beginning, if only because both of his parents had connections with Lionstar; Tigerlily as the daughter of his former apprentice, and Grayowl as the cause of numerous headaches and subject of the leader’s overwhelming distrust. With the addition of his older sister, Mockingkit, and her odd talent coupled with blatant admiration for their father, not to mention his own unusual outlook on life, the chance of a normal life flew out the window. However, the small dark gray tom was blissfully ignorant of this at birth, content with curling up against his mother’s warm side. Foreshadowing his later personality, he was a quiet kit, barely complaining – and, of course, indifferent to the world around him.

Other:
Son of Grayowl and Tigerlily
Younger brother of Mockingkit