Prefix: Siren : When Badger and Phantomscream had first met, he had mistaken her for a 'siren', a twoleg creature of myth. So when this little tom came, he came screaming, reminding his mother of Badger's legend.
Suffix: Paw : Traditional suffix for an apprentice
Nickname(s): Si, Pretty Boy
Age: 6+ Moons
Breed: Mixed (Turkish Angora ; Maine Coone ; American Longhair ; Mixed)
Medicine Cat Apprentice
Eyes: An exotic mixture of lavender and viridian
Pelt: Sirenpaw's fur consists mostly of a pale ivory color, broken only by a few black markings scattered on his legs. A black stripe begins at his nose and travels up his forehead, down his spine, and ends promptly at his rump. There are also four black colorations on his eyes.
Fur Length/Texture: Though the fur along his chest and rump are thicker, his pelt in a whole in short and fluffy, bordering more on Badger's length rather than Phantomscream's.
Nose/Paws: Sirenpaw's nose and pawpads are color a pale pink hue.
Tail: Taking after his father, this small tom has a very short tail that is thick and fluffy.
Build: Though he appears to be somewhat stocky, Sirenpaw is actually rather small in size compared to his other siblings. He inherited his mother's lean frame, but will eventually grow pretty tall and slender.
Sirenpaw is just beginning to grow out of his kittenhood and seems to display no interests in crushes for the time being. Although it seems that two of his siblings have already begun to develop interests in the opposite sex, making Siren feel a bit left behind.
Scent: Now that he's been spending all his time within the medicine den, Sirenpaw's fur has lost the scent of his milk and his mother and now has a sharp tinge of herbs clinging to it.
Voice: (Future will be Jim Sturgess in Across the Universe)
"Oh Momma, I love you."
This little tom loves nothing more than to love. Every creature he comes across, whether it being a bug, a bird, or anything in between, Siren loves. He often finds it hard to hurt other things, which can pose a big problem whenever he becomes an apprentice. He always wants to look after his family members, including his mothers.
"WOAH. Did you really fight off that fox all by yourself?!"
It doesn't take much to get this little guy revved up and excited about life. He seems to generally become thrilled over the tiniest things, like the sun shining after a few cold days or a patrol bringing in extra prey. Nothing seems to bring him down off his high and he likes it that way just fine.
Eager to Learn |
"Oh, that's so interesting! Tell me more."
Sirenpaw has a deep thirst for knowledge and when spend hours sitting in front of the elders, listening to them tell stories of the past. He will constantly be under Batshade's paws, asking what this herb was and what that herb did. He is especially fascinated by the whole concept of Starclan and frequently questions the medicine cat about them.Insightful |"I can tell there is more you aren't telling me.."
As he's grown, it's become quite clear that Sirenpaw has a knack for discovering hidden emotions. Despite his young age, he often finds himself offering advice beyond his years and can easily sense when another is upset. Some emotions are lost on him, but he is quick to figure out what others are feeling.
"HEY! IT'S REALLY WARM THIS MORNING, HUH?!"
Nothing is quiet about Sirenpaw. Whether he is expressing his love for his family or merely relaying something, his voice carries across camp, raised high and loud. Often at night when the tom wants to talk, he gets in trouble for his loud voice and finds it hard to speak at a volume lower than a semi-loud yell. He will constantly be yowling his approval or distaste over something, only grinning when he's told to be quiet. Sirenkit also has a habit of singing frequently, most of the time without even realizing it.
"Doesn't my fur look just perfect today?"
No one thinks he's the best more than Sirenpaw himself. He's constantly boasting about his looks and his abilities (despite being just a kit, he thinks he can do anything!) His best attribute, according to him, is his eyes. And yeah, he can't see them unless he looks in a puddle, but all he has to do is look at either Inkpaw or Ghostpaw and know that truly, they are beautiful. However, Sirenpaw isn't just incredibly into himself; he also always praises his siblings, saying they all came from good genes and that they are all exquisite.
"Whatever, I can climb this with my eyes closed!"
Sirenpaw has little regard for his safety, believing he can accomplish almost anything. This leaves him often in sticky situations where he has to either be rescued by Smearpaw, his partner in crime, or his parents. He frequently gets himself into trouble, not intentionally, just thinking he can do what he will and not get hurt.
The smell of rain
Getting in trouble
His siblings fighting
"I love you, Cricketleap. Why can't you see that?"
Three words, that's all it took. And with those three words, Phantomscream's life was torn apart. Unbidden feelings for her best friend, a she-cat no less, had developed in the tabby and after an encounter with her cruel mother, the truth came out. Phantomscream loved Cricketleap, loved her so much that the thought of telling the red warrior had terrified her into silence. But things had been complicated; Cricketleap had still been hanging onto a rogue by the name of Rarity, unsure of where they stood and how she felt toward her clanmate. And so, all she had done was shake her head and reply; "I can't."
The older she-cat was devastated, fleeing from their secret cave and into the woods. And it was there that she met him. Badger. He was like no one else she'd ever encountered, large and tough, yet soft and caring as well. He comforted her with honey-laced words, seduced her with whispered compliments and purred promises. And so, blinded by her grief, Phantomscream had given the rogue exactly what he wanted. She mated with him. Afterwards, she had felt horrible and spent the next few days avoiding Shadowclan camp, staring out into her former home's territory. She was debating on slinking back to Thunderclan, if only to escape Cricketleap and the ruins of their friendship, when the red she-cat found her.
And it was there that she breathlessly told Phantomscream, "I'm sorry, I love you too."
"I-I have something to say..."
After that, things were great. In fact, things were amazing. The two were inseparable, spending every waking moment by each other's side and curling around each other at night. They laughed and joked and loved like lovers did. Their bond was stronger than ever. And when the scale plague hit, causing the loss of Cricketleap's father and Phantomscream's brother, the two persevered together. As long as they had each other, they could handle anything.
One morning, Phantomscream headed to Batshade's den, complaining of stomach problems and fearing she had gotten the plague. The medicine cat checked her out and gave her the all clear, but announced something equally as devastating.
She was pregnant.
The tabby didn't know what to do, how to tell Cricketleap. It had been before the two had gotten together, but she remembered Cricket avoiding the topic of kits and making vague comments about how she didn't think she'd be able to have any. And so, after a few days of deliberating and gathering her courage, Phantomscream spilled the secret to her mate. Her words were not received well. Cricketleap was shocked to her core and a bit infuriated by the liaison. However, she informed Phantomscream she wouldn't leave her, only that she needed to think. And after having a deep conversation with her brother, the warrior came to a decision.
She would help raise these kits and love them like they were hers.
"Well, nothing that remarkable happened.."
So far, Sirenkit's life has been a bit tough, what with the Scale Plague going on and it being winter. However, his spirit is undeterred and he remains with his chin up. Despite his boisterous personality, Siren did not make very many friends during his kithood, instead hanging around either Batshade or his other siblings. He did get rather close with Pallidstar, the leader of Shadowclan and a tom he admires greatly.
Sirenkit absolutely adores Batshade and his work and secretly wants to be his apprentice
He loves to sing and will do so at every chance he get
He wants to meet his father at least once in his life
A lithe shape slipped out of the shadows of the bushes, pale blue eyes glowing in the darkness. The feline lifted its head, jaws parted, to taste the air and dipped to one side to avoid being seen by her prey. A large pigeon pecked at the ground, its wings fluttering as it hopped from one side to the next. The sound of feathers brushing against feathers caused a growl to come to the she-cat's stomach. The moon hung high in the sky, shadowed by black clouds. Phantomscream was surprised to find such a good prey this late. She hadn't been able to sleep, her mind racing with memories she hadn't thought of in so long. She supposed the blast from her past was caused by the fact she had run into her mother a few days back. Just the thought of that traitor made the silver and white cat's blood boil with fury. The mother that had abandoned the Clan, her father, her in favor of some low-life mouse-dung rogue. Didn't she miss the warmth and security the Clan provided? Phantomscream shook her head to clear her mind, bunching her muscles and making sure her long-furred tail was still and didn't brush the leaves behind her. Gathering her strength into her hind legs, Phantomscream leaped out her hiding place, sprinting toward the pigeon. The bird squawked with surprise and took off, but the clan cat bounded upwards, digging her claws into the animal's wing and slamming it onto the ground with angry force. Before it could wail an alarm, Phantom darted forward and killed it with one swift bite. She sat back and licked her maw, eyeing her kill with pride. Hunting always made her feel better. She grabbed the bird and headed back toward the camp, her irritation now soothed.