Saltweed || Warrior || Mistclan

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Saltkit | Saltpaw | Saltweed Female | 15 moons | INTJ Spotted white, silver, and ash brown tabby with orange eyes Bisexual Smells of wet musk and faintly of water lilies Mistclan Warrior Stoic, know-it-all type Appearance A fairly long, muscular molly with a close yet thick coat of glossy spotted tabby fur. Saltpaw's tail is surprisingly long and thick, and her legs are semi-lanky, but sturdy and strong. Moons of training and running have strengthen them and helped to capitalize on her long reach. To go with her slender build designed for speed, she has small paws that are light and easy to move. The she-cat’s coat appears quite faithful to a Snowshoe’s, albeit with fainter points. Her body is made of layers of white, pale silver, and ashy brown fur with dark rosettes lacing her flanks and a long stripe down her spine. Her legs sport faintly darker stripes and her dense tail is colored solidly in dark brown fur with a stark white tip. Each of her paws has snowy socks and the fur just above her nose and her ears are colored just enough as to appear as points. She has sharp, vivid eyes of orange that she often wears in a narrowed leer that give her an air of intimidation. A pair of small beauty marks dot her face, one just below her left eye and the other on the right side of her nose. Personality [Core Personality Traits] Audacious | Erudite | Testy | Intuitive | Rational | Aloof | Nonchalant | Motivated | Devoted | Shrewd Audacious and headstrong, Saltweed is quite the showy warrior in an oddly subtle way; having been a genius apprentice high up the totem pole among her peers. In adulthood, budding high confidence in her abilities during her youth have flourished into a steely strong cat with a bit of infallibility coloring her personality. Thus, it makes sense that she plunges herself into scenarios fully cocked and ready for actions. This isn’t to say that she is rash- quite the opposite really- but rather that she is bold and incredibly arrogant. She's just less vocal and annoying about it as an official warrior. Incredibly motivated and dedicated in her training, it's no surprise that the queen has become a feverishly erudite warrior, having high intelligence as well as many moons of experience. She's wise beyond her years and often sought out as a problem-solver or mediator for others. Paired with her air of superiority, she's one many of the warriors seek information from, if you can stomach her testy nature. Always true to nature and akin to that of an ornery thorn, Saltweed remains ever impatient and irritable as she's ever been. Like a hair-trigger, she's quick to snap and shatter her icy exterior for a second of anger before steeling herself back. An instinctive and intuitive cat, Saltweed is one to follow her gut to the edge of the world because it has yet to steer her wrong. A cat of great judgement despite her outwardly cold demeanor, she is one whose intuition can be trusted easily. She is thoroughly rational, which helps to reinforce her trustworthiness. The cat is outwardly callous and cold, however, and seems to not have many friends as most perceive her as condescending and stuck-up. Saltweed's aloofness and nonchalance can be a bit hurtful and disrespectful with her cutting, cool words without meaning to and she is not one to tangle with in a bout of words. She'd rather dismiss those unworthy of her time. A warrior spurred on by her desire to be well-respected among her peers, as well as recognized and perhaps feared by those from the other clans, Saltweed is motivated to throw her all into anything she does and refuses aid from all others, a true lone wolf in action. This often makes her seem like an overachiever or pompous to some, or doggedly dedicated to others. She doesn’t care for what most say, but she does seek recognition from those she respects. After all, being unable to rely on one's own strength is the same as being weak. Instead, she'd prefer to be a pillar of resolute strength for her clan and kin alone. Saltweed is also a fairly shrewd queen. She's clever and silver-tongued, and practically dominates the conversation as it becomes her own personal playing field. She has a keen knowledge of subtle gestures, expressions, and tones- assets which she uses to her advantage. And while not a tactic she uses often, she’s not afraid to use her honey-smooth moves in the art of seduction. History Saltpaw had been born in a litter of three to a pair of respectable Mistclan warriors- Trickletail, a long-tailed and skinny Snowshoe-mix with amber eyes, and Puddlespots, a lovely spotted silver and white tabby with opalescent blue eyes- whom Saltpaw greatly admired. She idolized the power couple and set her sights on becoming as great as they. The she-cat had been brought up alongside two sisters as well, all beauty, pale-dappled little mollies for their parents to be proud of. Saltpaw was largest, with great muscle for a kit and a steely cold stare. Shinepaw had been a small, dark silver spotted tabby with silver eyes, and Snowpaw had been the palest, a white she-cat with silvery spots and blue eyes. The five cats were a family, but not a very close-knit one. Their mother had been protective, but not so much as doting. She let her girls fend for themselves in safety, and jumped to the defense when needed. Their father was always a busy one who seemed standoffish to the kits, but deeply cared for their well being- often bringing them the fish he caught masterfully as soon as they had been weaned. Brought up like champions, that was the expectation. None had imagined the misfortune that would be brought upon the clans. The first surprise had been Puddlespots’ death, her killing blow dealt during a border skirmish that got too heated too quickly. The blow was felt by the family as the newly named apprentices lost a big portion of their life, and their father had lost the apple of his eye. From then on, it seemed Trickletail had lost his luster. The thunders of heartache turn to the pelting storm of heartbreak as the earthquake happened some time later and family had been split further. The shaking had caused a mighty tumble of earth and rubble and Shinepaw had been caught in the midst. In an effort to save his daughter, Trickletail had flung himself into the fray only for the two of them to be lost beneath the debris. They too had gone to join Puddlespots among the stars. At this, Saltpaw hardened her heart. Turning her mourning into a force for change, the apprentice threw her entire being into her training to carry on the honor of her family in her place. To fuel this dedication, she has sacrificed her relationship with most others, even her surviving sister, in an effort to keep from losing more, and has developed a strong sense of self-preservation in order to reach her goal. She will be a respectable warrior- not just recognized by Mistclan, but by all others as well. Relationships [Immediate Family] Father Trickletail | Mistclan warrior | [Deceased] "My father was a strong, respected cat and had a knack for fishing. He was a good cat." Mother Puddlespots | Mistclan warrior | [Deceased] "My mother was a force to be reckoned with. She wasn't much the doting type, but she was smart." Littermates Shinepaw | Mistclan Apprentice | [Deceased] ”My runt of a sister. It's a shame she perished- she was weak, but kind.” Snowpaw | Mistclan Apprentice | [Alive] ”My little sister. We don’t talk much, but I keep an eye on her. She’s my only real family left.” [Extended Family] Uncle Sabletail | Mistclan Deputy | [Alive] "My uncle is someone I aspire to be like- not based on his senseless humor, but rather his dogged loyalty to Mistclan." Mentor Archfeather | Mistclan Warrior "My former mentor. He was good, strong warrior and he has my respect." [Miscellaneous] Friends Foxflight | Mistclan Warrior "My friend from apprenticehood- she was loud and annoying at once, but has quieted down after witnessing a clanmate's death. I'm worried about her..." Stoatwhisker | Mistclan Warrior "We're not quite close, but are cut from the same stalk- she's determined and loyal and someone I can get along with." Acquaintances Scorpionfang | Mistclan Warrior "A strong warrior. She appears very devoted to her training, and I am glad to have such a clanmate." RP Example [RP from PokéPark on Pokefarm - Babayaga the Delphox] Honey gold eyes leered in the darkness of the rain which was now much stronger than the former sprinkle of droplets it had evolved from. A faint hiss sounded against the pattering of the shower overhead as the droplets evaporated off the plume of fur that the fox Pokemon donned. Babayaga's upper lip curled as a growl escaped her lungs, flattening her large ears to the best of her ability. With her thick tail lashing uneasily, the slender Delphox shrank back further into the underground, which seemed to grow tighter around her the further she moved. In her current size- even being one of the smaller creatures in the breed- was still much more problematic when it came to hiding. So easy it had been to shy away into a tangle of dense vegetation to avoid the rain as a Fennekin- even a Braixen. But now Baba seemed to be the brunt of nature's frustrations as the falling droplets broke through the barrier that the dark canopy of foresty trees had once held in strength before the thin membranes of the leaves grew heavy and limp with water. Sizzling. Sizzling was not good. It proved too loud of a sound, even for the rain-filled air that gave a soft splatter with every collision between the draining sky and accepting earth. It would only take one Pokemon with the keenest of hearing to pinpoint the sizzle- even higher chances that they would catch sight of the steam- and Baba was doomed. There was hardly a chance she could win a battle on a sunny day, let alone a heavily rainy one. The dangerous threat of being found was too much for the frantic creature to take and the towering Fox Pokemon tore off into a run on all four- appearing quite awkward albeit, but faster than she would've got it travelling upright on her hind legs. She had to get out of this drizzly wood and as she fled, a trail of steam followed more slowly in pursuit as it floated from her hissing pelt. It didn't take long for the Fire-Type to come across a cavern, and though it smelled of foreign scents that made her skin crawl with paranoia, the thought of remaining out in the cold wetness of the outside world when she was already becoming sopping wet was more than enough to send her packing into the cave without a hint of hesitation. Upon entering the stony mouth of the landscape, Baba had not an inkling as to where she was, what else was in inside with her, and how well she would fare before the weather let up. In an attempt to quash any feelings of terror or regret for entering the unusual cavern, the scrawny Delphox elicited a thin streak of flame from her honey-toned muzzle and grinned a bit at the sound of loud fizzling as the jet of fire evaporated what water she trailed in from the stone floor and charred a small portion of the area. And while the spot was still hot with embers, the tall fox creature hurriedly hunkered down and curled into as tight of a ball as she could ever get. The sudden warmth was enticing and drew a purr from deep within her throat, though the feeling was short-lived as the rest of her damp hide smothered out the lasting little lives of heat. But at least she could dry there in peace. ”Hopefully…”

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