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❀ General Info

Full Title: Retiree Sootie of the Fires

Name: Sootie

Nickname(s): N/A

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Sex: Female

Gender: She-Cat

Preferred Pronouns: She/Her

Age: 12 Years 1 Moon (145 Moon) at death

Starting Age: 10 Years 6 Moons (125 Moons)

Canon Birthday: April 4th, 2007

Human Age Equivalent: 60-63 Years

Season of Birth: Early Fall / Autumn

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Colony: Fire Colony

Role: Retiree

Previous Roles: Trainee, Gatherer

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Paint Marks: Name Mark, Colony Mark (Fire), Trainee Dashes, Retiree Marks

❀ Fun Facts

Favorite Prey: Birds

Favorite Place in the Territories: Foxglove-Fire Border

Favorite Season: Autumn

Favorite Thing about Gathering: "Oh, I just love workin' with my paws. That's all."

Favorite Weather: Sunny

Favorite Time of Day: Early Afternoon

❀ Physical Description

Physical Health (%): 15%

Book Description: Sootie is a massive black cat with long, suffocating fur, and white paws. With teeth yellow and gums black, she has wrinkles and scars to remind those of her age. They say her narrow eyes were a hazel green.

Build: Very bulky and plump. Large. Big 'n Buff. Her muzzle vaguely resembles a Persian

Coat color and length: Long black with a muzzle graying with age

Eyes: Narrow pale green / Nonexistent

Scars/Disabilities: numerous scars, one covering her right eye, another covering the left side of her face, resulting in an eternal grimace. Blindness

Accessories: A necklace with colored beads, mouse bones, and a blue jay feather / a bracelet with mouse bones, flowers, and colored beads / a flower
crown made up of purple violets, daffodils, and moonflowers (Earned in Bloomsday event)

Scent: A Literal Fire / if Fire Flowers were a thing

Voice: Low, thick, while being noticeably feminine. calming. chill. butchered words / Marya from The Great Comet but southern grannie yeehaw

❀ Personal Description

Mental Health (%): 56%

Mental State: Depressed

Alignment: Chaotic Good

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Personality Traits

Jokster

"What the matter? Cat got yer tongue?"

Calm / Chill

"Ye'r 'kay hunnie. Ye'r doin' fine."

Friendly

"Mm? And how's my favorite guard doin' today?"

Self-Aware / Polite

"Oh stars, I just completely shut ya down! Sorry!"

Cynical / Pessimistic / Just Generally Negative about Life

"Ah yes, thank the stars for starvin' our young and old."

Angry

"Fuck!"

Antisocial

"Fuck off."

❀ History

Kitten (0-10 Moons)

Sootie was born to a small family near an abandoned human town. There, she was under the care of her grandmother, Dusty. She didn't have any other kittens to play with, so for the first few moons of her life, she was alone.

When she was older, she joined her grandmother and mother on hunting trips and soon made 'friends' with the other kittens. She rarely talked much and was often ignored. However, she didn't make a big deal out of it, and instead focused on her 'training.'

Once Sootie was around the age of an older trainee (let's say, around 10 Moons), Dusty and Silver sent Sootie out on 'independent missions' where she would travel far from any human dwellings to prove she could survive for a long period of time. There, she met Mud, a 10 Moon old Trainee from the what would become the modern day Fire Colony. These rebellious cats, fighting against such civil colonies that resembled her home? Count her in!

She was so sure they would reject her. Sootie never returned to her parents, and no search party could find her.

Trainee (11-15 Moons)

With no where else to go, Sootie tried to join the Anti-Colony. It was so strange, and Sootie often felt like she didn't fit in. She was big and soft, and these were all cats that had murdered another. However, after one of the other young cats taunted her, she soon showed her fierce nature.

Right when the colony was fixed. Right when the blood-hungry colony joined the others as Fire Colony.

Sootie, along with Mud, planned to become a tutor after several moons in their respected fields. They lived peacefully, and Sootie began to find herself along the way. And, as the seasons passed, Sootie began developing a crush on her dear friend.

One peaceful day, while hanging out with Mud, the chocolate and red torbie suggested that they make necklaces together. A symbol of their friendship, Mud had said.

Then, with a goal in mind, Sootie and Mud set out to find ash covered flowers, bird feathers, prey bones, and dried grass. The abundance of items during the summer aided their search.

Sootie, with her skillful paws, crafted a bracelet composing of mouse bones, colored beads, and ashy flowers for Mud, all tied together by a dark grey colored grass rope. Mud, while not as experienced, had made Sootie an impressive necklace with a jay’s feathers, mouse bones, and colored beads, bound together by a brown grass rope.

She still wears it to this day. Not only is it a symbol of their friendship, but it made Sootie realize how much she enjoyed Gathering.

Gatherer (16+ Moons)

Mud gratuated sooner than Sootie as a Guard. When Sootie became a Gatherer, she always asked her friend when she needed to go outside. It was dangerous in those lands. Especially since the high tensions with the others.
Mud was dying. Foxes had already done their dirty work, and it was only time until Mud joined the stars.
As Sootie had tried pulling her to the nurses, Mud stopped her.
She slipped off the bracelet Sootie had made for her.
The chocolate and red torbie had insisted for Sootie to take it, to remember her by.
The smoky black she-cat, not wanting to let Mud’s last word to be disrespected, took the bracelet and slipped it over her paws.

She still has it on, despite the many years passing.

Sootie spent the next years of her life mourning. Yes, she picked up a few hot she-cats across the borders, but she still missed her first friend.

With Sootie much older than many of the Fire cats, she is seen as very wise. Many younger cats go to her for advice, while others try to convince her to join the retired ranks.

When the war against Lily and Fire colony started, Sootie was absolutely thrilled. She missed the warlike atmosphere. It was like she was home in the colony. It was tough for her. All the cats she knew were dead. Even when alone in the harsh snow, she could still find her way.

While Sootie wasn't able to see Mud at the Startouch (2017), she heard the word of Magic spreading through the colonies. Lighting a torch in her small den, she practiced playing with fire. She decided she liked the burn.

Sootie had been a part of Mud's family for a long time. She knew how they were originally from Heather Colony, all those years ago. She knew how they willingly joined Fire Colony as spies, and later decided to turn on their former colony. Mud's family still kept all their terrible values.

And when Dottie, Mud's Grand-Niece, came out as someone not entirely She-Cat nor Tom, Sootie supported them all the way. She was their new grandmother. Dottie was adorable, such a doll. They pleaded Sootie call them Dottie-Mack. Sootie defended her new grandchild, and shielded them away from the way entirely.

Sootie never really liked participating in Bloomsday. She could never find a date, she hated kittens, and the flowers always made her sneeze. Dottie didn't mind too much for it either. They comforted each other during the celebration.

Sootie didn't keep up with Dottie too much, when she really should've. They would do their own thing and learn independance, such as Sootie had. It worked, until Dottie was attacked by a rogue. The battle was tough and painful, and in a flare of fire, Sootie lost her left eye.

Sootie became increasingly proud of her granddaughter, even if theyshe didn't enjoy hunting or gathering. They were a bit aggressive sometimes, and while that worried the gatherer, Sootie just wanted them to be content and safe.

It was the Eternal Lights festival when Sootie lost her good eye. She tried to find the source of the fire. It was a brazing branch she rubbed across, burning the flesh around her right eye. It was painful, and she didn't want Dottie to see.

It was only when Dottie graduated when Sootie fell apart.

Everyone was telling her to retire. She was old. She was blind. She didn't have to look after her adopted child anymore. Sootie was stubborn, the old bat. She refused, and always wandered off, claiming she could see again. This caused an intervention with one of the nurses, who was coming to put soothing salve on her eyes only to find her missing.

and so she retired.

She finally passed, due to wounds. Her last words were to comfort Mack.

❀ Relationships
Mother: Silver - Silver classic she-cat with teal eyes. Twoleg Slicker

Father: Add - large Lilac tabby tom with white tuxedo markings and soft yellow eyes. Kittypet

Siblings: Unknown
Other Family Members:
Grandmother / Adoptive Mother: Dusty - a massive cinnamon smoky she-cat with white paws and dark copper eyes. Twoleg Slicker

Mate: N/A

Kittens: Guard Dottie of the Fires (adopted)

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Relationship Status

Orientation: Gay / She-Cats

Preferences:

Fur Color: Tortoiseshell, Torbie, Colorpoints, classic tabbies, She-Cats with low white spotting, Chocolate

Eye Color: Copper, Orange

Personality: Outgoing, Friendly, Good Sense of Humor
Other: Oriental features, long fur

Looking for:

[ ] Too young
[X] Too Old

[X] Not interested

[ ] Flings

[ ] Long relationships

[ ] Taken

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Character relationships:

❀ Other Info

Inspiration: me, in 60 years, though she began to turn into me, if I was an abusive grandmother

Time zone: Central Time Zone (US)
Preferred Roleplay method (Skype, notes, chat, etc.): i really prefer discord but if absolutely needed, I can do da notes and google docs.
Rating: anything but 18+

Rp example:

(starter from a rp)
It was cold outside as Owltail slipped through the ThunderClan Camp exit. Not spotted, not sensed, and free to leave for a solo hunting trip. It wasn’t that his clanmates were unlikeable. Well... They are, but the sleek warrior didn’t like to dwell on it.

The brown tabby stalked through the undergrowth. He wasn’t necessarily looking for prey, or for another cat. Perhaps it was just a little trip outside, alone and quiet.

(response from a rp)

“Oh,” she cooed sympathetically. “My, that is scary, isn’t it?” Especially for such a poor kit! Mapletail has never had any family troubles and spent most of her life with a safe, stable home. “I’ve never had kits, but my sister has had several liters. If you’re left alone again, I’m sure she’d find you delightful!” Lilyflower... was a little strange, she wasn’t going to lie. However, being alone was worse, Mapletail decided.

(ending paragraph from a rp)

Anatol continued to walk, head hung low. He can still remember Cosetta's face and her bloody pelt. Something welled up inside him. He just proved himself. He just fought against a cat and laid a few good hits on her. The exile felt accomplished and proud.

Once he was sure he was out of sight of the Lily cats, he collapsed on the ground, letting out an ear-shirking cry. Hyperventilating, the tom heaved and struggled to get up. Anatol wasn't sure he could do that again.

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last updated - 5/31/19

❀ General Info

Full Title: Retiree Sootie of the Fires

Name: Sootie

Nickname(s): N/A

•

Sex: Female

Gender: She-Cat

Preferred Pronouns: She/Her

Age: 12 Years 1 Moon (145 Moon) at death

Starting Age: 10 Years 6 Moons (125 Moons)

Canon Birthday: April 4th, 2007

Human Age Equivalent: 60-63 Years

Season of Birth: Early Fall / Autumn

•

Colony: Fire Colony

Role: Retiree

Previous Roles: Trainee, Gatherer

•

Paint Marks: Name Mark, Colony Mark (Fire), Trainee Dashes, Retiree Marks

❀ Fun Facts

Favorite Prey: Birds

Favorite Place in the Territories: Foxglove-Fire Border

Favorite Season: Autumn

Favorite Thing about Gathering: "Oh, I just love workin' with my paws. That's all."

Favorite Weather: Sunny

Favorite Time of Day: Early Afternoon

❀ Physical Description

Physical Health (%): 15%

Book Description: Sootie is a massive black cat with long, suffocating fur, and white paws. With teeth yellow and gums black, she has wrinkles and scars to remind those of her age. They say her narrow eyes were a hazel green.

Build: Very bulky and plump. Large. Big 'n Buff. Her muzzle vaguely resembles a Persian

Coat color and length: Long black with a muzzle graying with age

Eyes: Narrow pale green / Nonexistent

Scars/Disabilities: numerous scars, one covering her right eye, another covering the left side of her face, resulting in an eternal grimace. Blindness

Accessories: A necklace with colored beads, mouse bones, and a blue jay feather / a bracelet with mouse bones, flowers, and colored beads / a flower
crown made up of purple violets, daffodils, and moonflowers (Earned in Bloomsday event)

Scent: A Literal Fire / if Fire Flowers were a thing

Voice: Low, thick, while being noticeably feminine. calming. chill. butchered words / Marya from The Great Comet but southern grannie yeehaw

❀ Personal Description

Mental Health (%): 56%

Mental State: Depressed

Alignment: Chaotic Good

•

Personality Traits

Jokster

"What the matter? Cat got yer tongue?"

Calm / Chill

"Ye'r 'kay hunnie. Ye'r doin' fine."

Friendly

"Mm? And how's my favorite guard doin' today?"

Self-Aware / Polite

"Oh stars, I just completely shut ya down! Sorry!"

Cynical / Pessimistic / Just Generally Negative about Life

"Ah yes, thank the stars for starvin' our young and old."

Angry

"Fuck!"

Antisocial

"Fuck off."

❀ History

Kitten (0-10 Moons)

Sootie was born to a small family near an abandoned human town. There, she was under the care of her grandmother, Dusty. She didn't have any other kittens to play with, so for the first few moons of her life, she was alone.

When she was older, she joined her grandmother and mother on hunting trips and soon made 'friends' with the other kittens. She rarely talked much and was often ignored. However, she didn't make a big deal out of it, and instead focused on her 'training.'

Once Sootie was around the age of an older trainee (let's say, around 10 Moons), Dusty and Silver sent Sootie out on 'independent missions' where she would travel far from any human dwellings to prove she could survive for a long period of time. There, she met Mud, a 10 Moon old Trainee from the what would become the modern day Fire Colony. These rebellious cats, fighting against such civil colonies that resembled her home? Count her in!

She was so sure they would reject her. Sootie never returned to her parents, and no search party could find her.

Trainee (11-15 Moons)

With no where else to go, Sootie tried to join the Anti-Colony. It was so strange, and Sootie often felt like she didn't fit in. She was big and soft, and these were all cats that had murdered another. However, after one of the other young cats taunted her, she soon showed her fierce nature.

Right when the colony was fixed. Right when the blood-hungry colony joined the others as Fire Colony.

Sootie, along with Mud, planned to become a tutor after several moons in their respected fields. They lived peacefully, and Sootie began to find herself along the way. And, as the seasons passed, Sootie began developing a crush on her dear friend.

One peaceful day, while hanging out with Mud, the chocolate and red torbie suggested that they make necklaces together. A symbol of their friendship, Mud had said.

Then, with a goal in mind, Sootie and Mud set out to find ash covered flowers, bird feathers, prey bones, and dried grass. The abundance of items during the summer aided their search.

Sootie, with her skillful paws, crafted a bracelet composing of mouse bones, colored beads, and ashy flowers for Mud, all tied together by a dark grey colored grass rope. Mud, while not as experienced, had made Sootie an impressive necklace with a jay’s feathers, mouse bones, and colored beads, bound together by a brown grass rope.

She still wears it to this day. Not only is it a symbol of their friendship, but it made Sootie realize how much she enjoyed Gathering.

Gatherer (16+ Moons)

Mud gratuated sooner than Sootie as a Guard. When Sootie became a Gatherer, she always asked her friend when she needed to go outside. It was dangerous in those lands. Especially since the high tensions with the others.
Mud was dying. Foxes had already done their dirty work, and it was only time until Mud joined the stars.
As Sootie had tried pulling her to the nurses, Mud stopped her.
She slipped off the bracelet Sootie had made for her.
The chocolate and red torbie had insisted for Sootie to take it, to remember her by.
The smoky black she-cat, not wanting to let Mud’s last word to be disrespected, took the bracelet and slipped it over her paws.

She still has it on, despite the many years passing.

Sootie spent the next years of her life mourning. Yes, she picked up a few hot she-cats across the borders, but she still missed her first friend.

With Sootie much older than many of the Fire cats, she is seen as very wise. Many younger cats go to her for advice, while others try to convince her to join the retired ranks.

When the war against Lily and Fire colony started, Sootie was absolutely thrilled. She missed the warlike atmosphere. It was like she was home in the colony. It was tough for her. All the cats she knew were dead. Even when alone in the harsh snow, she could still find her way.

While Sootie wasn't able to see Mud at the Startouch (2017), she heard the word of Magic spreading through the colonies. Lighting a torch in her small den, she practiced playing with fire. She decided she liked the burn.

Sootie had been a part of Mud's family for a long time. She knew how they were originally from Heather Colony, all those years ago. She knew how they willingly joined Fire Colony as spies, and later decided to turn on their former colony. Mud's family still kept all their terrible values.

And when Dottie, Mud's Grand-Niece, came out as someone not entirely She-Cat nor Tom, Sootie supported them all the way. She was their new grandmother. Dottie was adorable, such a doll. They pleaded Sootie call them Dottie-Mack. Sootie defended her new grandchild, and shielded them away from the way entirely.

Sootie never really liked participating in Bloomsday. She could never find a date, she hated kittens, and the flowers always made her sneeze. Dottie didn't mind too much for it either. They comforted each other during the celebration.

Sootie didn't keep up with Dottie too much, when she really should've. They would do their own thing and learn independance, such as Sootie had. It worked, until Dottie was attacked by a rogue. The battle was tough and painful, and in a flare of fire, Sootie lost her left eye.

Sootie became increasingly proud of her granddaughter, even if theyshe didn't enjoy hunting or gathering. They were a bit aggressive sometimes, and while that worried the gatherer, Sootie just wanted them to be content and safe.

It was the Eternal Lights festival when Sootie lost her good eye. She tried to find the source of the fire. It was a brazing branch she rubbed across, burning the flesh around her right eye. It was painful, and she didn't want Dottie to see.

It was only when Dottie graduated when Sootie fell apart.

Everyone was telling her to retire. She was old. She was blind. She didn't have to look after her adopted child anymore. Sootie was stubborn, the old bat. She refused, and always wandered off, claiming she could see again. This caused an intervention with one of the nurses, who was coming to put soothing salve on her eyes only to find her missing.

and so she retired.

She finally passed, due to wounds. Her last words were to comfort Mack.

❀ Relationships
Mother: Silver - Silver classic she-cat with teal eyes. Twoleg Slicker

Father: Add - large Lilac tabby tom with white tuxedo markings and soft yellow eyes. Kittypet

Siblings: Unknown
Other Family Members:
Grandmother / Adoptive Mother: Dusty - a massive cinnamon smoky she-cat with white paws and dark copper eyes. Twoleg Slicker

Mate: N/A

Kittens: Guard Dottie of the Fires (adopted)

•

Relationship Status

Orientation: Gay / She-Cats

Preferences:

Fur Color: Tortoiseshell, Torbie, Colorpoints, classic tabbies, She-Cats with low white spotting, Chocolate

Eye Color: Copper, Orange

Personality: Outgoing, Friendly, Good Sense of Humor
Other: Oriental features, long fur

Looking for:

[ ] Too young
[X] Too Old

[X] Not interested

[ ] Flings

[ ] Long relationships

[ ] Taken

•

Character relationships:

❀ Other Info

Inspiration: me, in 60 years, though she began to turn into me, if I was an abusive grandmother

Time zone: Central Time Zone (US)
Preferred Roleplay method (Skype, notes, chat, etc.): i really prefer discord but if absolutely needed, I can do da notes and google docs.
Rating: anything but 18+

Rp example:

(starter from a rp)
It was cold outside as Owltail slipped through the ThunderClan Camp exit. Not spotted, not sensed, and free to leave for a solo hunting trip. It wasn’t that his clanmates were unlikeable. Well... They are, but the sleek warrior didn’t like to dwell on it.

The brown tabby stalked through the undergrowth. He wasn’t necessarily looking for prey, or for another cat. Perhaps it was just a little trip outside, alone and quiet.

(response from a rp)

“Oh,” she cooed sympathetically. “My, that is scary, isn’t it?” Especially for such a poor kit! Mapletail has never had any family troubles and spent most of her life with a safe, stable home. “I’ve never had kits, but my sister has had several liters. If you’re left alone again, I’m sure she’d find you delightful!” Lilyflower... was a little strange, she wasn’t going to lie. However, being alone was worse, Mapletail decided.

(ending paragraph from a rp)

Anatol continued to walk, head hung low. He can still remember Cosetta's face and her bloody pelt. Something welled up inside him. He just proved himself. He just fought against a cat and laid a few good hits on her. The exile felt accomplished and proud.

Once he was sure he was out of sight of the Lily cats, he collapsed on the ground, letting out an ear-shirking cry. Hyperventilating, the tom heaved and struggled to get up. Anatol wasn't sure he could do that again.

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