sycamorecloud of shadowclan

SYCAMORECLOUD ✻ SKYCLAN

name

sycamorekit .. sycamorepaw .. sycamorecloud

reasoning

where do we begin with sycamorecloud? her name is indeed something that can thought of as strange; but strong and light in a sense. At birth, her mother and father both pondered over names for her and her two siblings; and when they came to her, the chose by her pelt - in which her name would be. sycamore for the color. however, as moons would dawn on, and she would grow her own suffix would come into play; gentle she was, as light as a cloud; tho her appearance said the same thing.

age

twenty-nine moons

gender

she-cat

alliance

shadowclan .. skyclan

rank

kit .. apprentice .. warrior

physique

short description

long haired tortoiseshell she-cat with bright amber eyes

physical description

[a href="http://i41.tinypic.com/237g50.jpg"]x.[/a] When one looks upon the cat that is Sycamore; they find that she is indeed a pretty cat. With a long pelt; one could say her days and nights during Leaf-Bare are indeed very much passed with only the slightest of shivers. However, it is with her days during Green-Leaf that one can find the she-cat panting more then usual. Her pelt color is of course, tortoiseshell and is the reason she is who she is. Her parents had thought it fit to name her sycamore for her beautiful pelt coloring; and cloud was in part due to her fluffier appearance. Moving to her eyes; we can see they are a bright amber color; and go along well with her pelt. For the most part; most cats will remember her as this; [i]a kind she-cat with the most trusting amber eyes[/i]. However many will remember the bright orange patch of fur that rests on the bridge of her nose. Built wise; many will think her stocky and heavily muscled or lean under her heavy pelt; the truth is that she is neither and yet both. Her legs are on the longer side; but her long pelt hangs down enough to make her legs appear smaller then they actually are. But do not think she is lean; for as all Shadowclan cats are built for stalking; she is as well. With muscles brought down to her from her ancestors; she is indeed an [i]ideal[/i] warrior for her clan.

personality

positives

• open minded
  
• playful
• loving
• courageous
• energetic
  

negatives

• easily overwhelmed
• hesitant
• inferior in respects
  
• feels isolated at times
  
• disillusioned in her hopes and dreams
  

the past

the history

Demons run when a good man goes to war.

Meet the young and beautiful Turtlenose, with whom is our character's mother. Turtlenose was a young cat when she bore three kittens to her lover and future mate. In fact, to understand a bit of Sycamore; we need to lean into her parents, and so; let us begin with the young mother. Turtlenose was indeed an odd cat to begin with; her love for sniffing of the secrets and hidden agendas of her fellow clanmates left the she-cat to be known simply as a nosy cat, one whose nose would get her into trouble.  But it was the general good hearted love that Turtlenose expressed that seemed to equal out her negative trait and it was for this that her father's friend; Plum-mist took an interest. Meet the older and handsome Plum-mist, he had entered his fifth moon when he first spotted the young and talented Turtlenose; in more ways then one. Plum-mist had been Turtlenose's father's best friend growing up, and had thought of the younger she-cat more of a ball of fluff then anything all his life; but it was upon discovering the she-cat under a brush listening to he getting yowled at by his best friend's mate (Turtlenose's mother); for simply dragging Turtlenose's father into trouble once more; he discovered that the she-cat was so much like her father, and yet so beautifully different. It was in those times of watching that his interest grew until one day the two cats announced to the clan that Turtlenose was with his kits.

'Ah Cyrpresskit! Why can't you just be normal like Sycamorekit and me.' - Birchkit.

It wasn't long before Turtlenose laid in the nursery with her belly swollen with kits. At the young age of twenty-two moons; she was not by any means living her dream life. Her affair with Plum-mist had left him a warrior in the senior ranks and she a lonely queen in whom would bare kits to a tom who shouldn't have crossed her mind. But alas, everytime that young Turtlenose spotted Plum-mist from where she sat by the nursery, her heart would skip a beat and her smile would grow quickly. The same feeling; could be said for young Plum-mist who would watch from a distance; giving the younger she-cat a sheepish smile. It wouldn't be until a few days before the kitting that the two would approach one another; 'You are a fool, of course I love you Turtlenose. Why else would I wish to share the most sacred part of me with you.' To which Turtlenose would smile and purr; meowing so softly that even Plum-mist thought it to be something of his imagination. 'I love you, you old furball.'  So the two cats would lie together for the next few days until finally Turtlenose began her labour. Unlike most labours; Turtlenose had a rather long one; where she would have her first kit within the first hour of intense pain. A small ginger tom would be placed at her belly to suckle as Plum-mist waited patiently by his mate's head. It would take four hours until the next kit; a tiny tabby she-cat to be born. The youngest; and yet slightly bigger then the middle kit would be born nearly three hours after the last; a tortoiseshell she-cat. Where as Turtlenose beamed brightly; all tired and out of breath; it was Plum-mist who shocked the clan but a little when he proudly announced he was the father to two daughters and a son. Their names followed only days afterwards; to which they named them after the mighty trees that rang true to the four clans. Cypresskit was the ginger tom; Birchkit was the tiny tabby she-cat and lastly the tortoiseshell she-cat was named Sycamorekit. When the kits were about three moons old; coming into their own rights and whatnot; it became apparent that each kit was different; as only kits should be. Birchkit took to being the leader of the rag-tag group; ordering her siblings around and basically bouncing into other cat's conversations when her points were not welcomed. 'Well if you want to know what I think; I think it's re-revolting!' Then she would wander off talking of how she knew such words. Cypresskit was indeed an odd tom; quiet and to himself. He didn't speak up much, and seemed to shy away from many cats, in fact he would always try to settle for something other then playing with the other cats. 'Can't we just go lay in our nest and rest Birchkit, look even Sycamorekit wants too!' Ah right, the last kit; and the hero of our tale; Sycamorekit was a very hard kit to describe as she was always on her sister's heels following in the chase; but alas she was always resting with her brother, calm and loving as always. That is where our story begins. It isn't news to any cat when Birchkit would be teasing Cypresskit - however, it did become interesting news on a cold day in their late kit moons when Birchkit called Cypresskit odd. Tired of her sister always bullying their brother; Sycamorekit took a stand. Or what many would call a stand as she nervously and politely asked her sister to step back. 'Birchkit, that's not nice. Cypresskit is just quiet; why don't you leave him alone.' Of course Sycamorekit didn't help her brother much; but to Cypresskit that day would live in his head and heart until the day the fire roared.

'Sycamorepaw, your mentor is Ivyfeather.' - Leader.

When one asked who Sycamorepaw learned her love and passion for her clan; they will always nod towards a elder in whom no longer lives with the living. Ivyfeather was a old she-cat, friends of Plum-mist and the older she-cat taught the younger great deals of courage; friendship and love. Hunting came naturally to the young she-cat; where as to her siblings Birchpaw was gifted the ability to fight and Cypresspaw was gifted with the ability to do both with equal weight. But back to the young cat in question. Sycamorepaw was quite good in hunting; always practicing with her brother; and as the two worked together, the more they grew closer. The two young cats were indeed startled when their sister went off and chose to ignore them; refusing to acknowledge them as anything but blood. 'I don't care, leave me alone.' She would meow, and Cypresspaw and Sycamorepaw would pad away. It was actually in there that the two siblings found a third and great friend in Boulderpaw; a handsome grey tom who was five moons older then they. 'Oh don't mind Birchpaw; she just thinks she's all that. Now Cypresspaw; why don't you tell your sister about that thing we did!' And to Sycamorepaw; her heart grew with happiness as she witness her brother glowing with pride and happiness and she knew that her friendship with the older tom would not be like the friendship her older brother and he shared. It however would bring out a part of her that she would not understand until later years.

'Sycamorecloud, for your long fluffy coat and your kind nature.' - Leader.

Sycamorecloud was named a warrior at sixteen moons; more or less on both her mentor and her part. The young she-cat was close to her brother and their shared friend then ever. In fact; Boulderface grew closer to Cypressmask and Sycamorecloud and it was then that Birchfire grew farther away. The new trio ran their patrols nearly all together; and hunting together as always. In fact, it was a joke among their parents; that Boulderface and the two siblings had become a family in their own right. 'You're like a sister to me Sycamorecloud. You and Cypressmask are family.' To Sycamorecloud, that hurt rather then made her feel better. As the three grew and aged together a fire ran through Shadowclan and it was here that Sycamorecloud watched families burn. 'Sycamorecloud... sister... please.' She would hear her sister moan as Sycamorecloud laid beside the burnt she-cat; unable to heal her wounds. Boulderface's left side of his face was burnted beyond repair; but he lived on with a painful wince. It was Cypressmask that seemed to change from the fire; his tail had lost most of it's fur; his eyes had harden and the once trio became no-more as Cypressmask turned into himself and away from his hurting 'brother' and his breaking sister. 'Not now Sycamorecloud; I have to protect my clan.' And thus the story begins.

(i gave up on the history. D:)

about you

alias rosie
timezone, state, and country eastern, ontario, canada.
other character (none)