{ tDE } Sirius of The Cause

→ GENERAL INFORMATION

Name:
Sirius. His mother named him after the dog star because she hoped he would be tough. And no, he doesn't think it's insulting.

Age:
Nineteen moons, or one cycle and seven moons.

Gender:
Tom cat.

Rank:
Follower.

Breed:
American Shorthair x Turkish Van

→ CHARACTER DETAILS

Action Characteristics:

Speed -- rather high, due to his long legs and lean build he can go quite fast for a short time.
Endurance -- a bit lower than average, though fast he can't run for a long time.
Tactical -- of high average, he's rather cunning and good at pausing and thinking of ideas before jumping in.
Strength -- of high average, he is decently strong. not the highest, because he is a bit skinny, but his thin legs hide a good amount of muscle.
Attack -- quite low, Sirius is not the most skilled in attack. he's better at defending himself rather than starting a fight.
Mercy -- pretty high, he's usually an even-minded fellow and won't kill or really harm unless absolutely necessary.

Personality:

Fearless - Sirius is definitely a cat who rarely shows fright. In the face of danger he is cool and level-headed, no matter what. There are a few things, of course, that will spook him, but most of the time he won't show anything. He is brave and will stand in the way of harm to protect others.

Impulsive - There is little hesitation when it comes to this tom cat. He is always ready to jump right into things no matter what. It can be a sort of hindrance, because he won't look before he dashes forwards. And often he gets punished because of it, if what he runs into bites back. But this means he also won't dillydally or dawdle, and hates wasting time. He likes to get right to it.

Self-less - Despite anything else he might be, Sirius is a very self-less cat. He will put others before him always and will put his life on the line for those he cares about. Nothing will convince him to do otherwise. He may be foolish for throwing himself in the way of danger, but as long as he thinks it will save or help loved ones he will do it. To him, nothing matters more than the protection of them. They are what make life worth living.

Stubborn - Incredibly stubborn, Sirius. He's as solid as a rock when he wants his way. It takes much to dissuade him and often ends up with a quarrel. Though it shows as determination sometimes, most often it ends up being just plain stubbornness. He is too proud to back down as well, even when wrong--it just annoys him further.

Humorous - Life always needs a bit more laughter, doesn't it? Sirius enjoys causing amusement, however he won't go too far. He just likes to make others purr and smile. Sometimes he's seen as a cheer-bringer, though it's more smart remarks then actual jokes most of the time. He likes to throw in a funny statement to lighten the mood or simply draw attention to himself.

Cunning - Though he is somewhat foolish at times, Sirius is rather smart. He's good at piecing things together and coming up with out-of-the-ordinary ideas. He's a bit sly and sneaky, which is why it's called "cunning" rather than "intelligence". However he won't be cruel. Sirius enjoys puzzling thoughts and likes to figure things out. He also feels satisfaction from knowing more than others.

Sarcastic - Part of being humorous but adding in a darker, ruder aspect. He can be a bit blunt but loves to make sarcastic comments about most everything, from cats who are bothering him to the bad weather that's drifting closer. Sometimes it helps him feel better about something bad, and he does hope that others enjoy it when it's not focused at them.

Practical - Sirius is relatively practical in that he isn't one much for fantasy and visions. He's more real-life, and though he does believe in that sort of stuff he just doesn't bother with it too much. He looks to everyday life more than the dream world. He's also straightforwards--most of the time--and effective and successful with much that he does.

→ HERITAGE & HISTORY

Parents:
Binta x Mars - deceased

Siblings:
Carnation - deceased
Georgia

Backstory:

Before and During Birth
Both his parents were born into the wild as loners. They met each other in the foothills of the mountains, where there were few other cats and plentiful prey. Alone at the time they first saw each other, it was easy for them to form a bond. And soon enough they were in love. His father, Mars, was a fierce ginger tabby tom who was almost a season older than his mother Binta. She was a proud, cunning cat, with a beautiful white-and-black coat. She didn't see her mate's faults at first--simply because of the emotion called "love"--and it wasn't until she told him she was pregnant that he really began to change. She had seen him with another she-cat and guessed that she was nothing but a toy for him. When she confronted Mars, all he did was grin and take off. She never saw him again, and despite all he had done missed him.

However, she was still expecting his kits. The thought saddened her, but she vowed to protect her children. She found shelter in the woods in a little abandoned den and gave birth to three lovely bundles. The birth itself was hard, with no one to help her, but she pulled through. The oldest kit was a black she-cat, the middle a ginger-and-white tabby tom, and the last a pale ginger tabby she-cat. Binta named them Mint--after the herb, Sirius--after the star (like Mars was a planet), and Carnation--after the flower.

Kithood

Binta took great care of her three kits. It was lucky they lived in such a prey-rich place, for she had an easy time feeding herself and therefore nursing her children. She was happy at first, watching them grow, but as time passed she longed for the comfort of a mate. She missed the early days when Mars had loved her, or at least pretended to--even if it was false, it had seemed so real and good to her. Her kits reminded her of him, especially the two ginger ones. Carnation was the most outgoing, then Sirius, then shy Mint. Binta worried about her oldest, who seemed so delicate. The kits grew fast and strong on their mother's milk.

When the kits were at the age of five moons, Binta encountered a small group of rogues passing through. She spoke with them and they told her that Mars had been a friend of theirs at one point. They said he had been killed by a furious she-cat, a former mate of his just like Binta, and laughed as they told her this. Binta was upset but didn't show it. The rogues were all male and stayed in the forest for a short period of time. A few of them tried flirting with Binta, who kept her kits out of sight and out of harm's way. She didn't trust any of the rogues. At one point they got too rough with the black-and-white queen, who ended up fleeing before anything serious could happen. She raced to the den to gather her kits and leave, but found one of the rogues already there. In his mouth was Carnation--torn with bloody scars and her neck twisted. Sirius and Mint had fled before the rogue could grab them, and urgently Binta sought them out--only after giving the rogue some wounds to remember her by. She found her two remaining kits, mostly unharmed except for a few scratches on Mint's side, and took a last look at her other daughter's body before fleeing the woods.

She found a temporary home on the edge of Twolegplace. A horrible, terrifying crate in an alleyway was the best she could do. After a few weeks she and the kits grew thin and desperate. Binta was became sullen and miserable. Sirius and Mint reached their sixth moon, starved and unhappy.

Younger Years
The little family couldn't stay that way. Sirius became the defender, protecting both his little sister and his depressed mother. He learned how to hunt by himself--Binta was wasting away, her past becoming her enemy and eating away her insides. Sirius caught mice and rats and birds in Twolegplace, managing to escape danger. He learned lessons the hard way, earning scars from dogs, Twolegs, and other lone cats that roamed here. It was an awful life, but the young tom found time to be happy with his sister. Mint was as nervous as ever but he made sure she was fed first and well-looked after, as best as he could. Sirius kept her happy with his silly comments and lasting adoration. He couldn't do much about Binta except make sure she ate her food.

Time passed like this and Sirius was almost a season old when Binta passed away. He was terribly hurt by this, but hoped she had found peace at last. And he felt almost relief not to have to care for her anymore, to force-feed a cat who didn't want to live. It was guilty, but he had been almost angry with her for giving up so easily. But he loved her and missed her. He and Mint began to wander Twolegplace, no longer confined to the crate where Binta had curled up in misery. Their life was harsh, but Sirius didn't know how to escape the walls and Thunderpaths and nests to get to the forest again. And he remembered Carnation's death too well, and was scared of leaving.

However, Mint found a different path. Sirius watched as she began taking food from a friendly Twoleg. He couldn't bring himself to follow her path, but respected her choice. She needed someone stronger to care for her, and he saw that the Twoleg made her happy and well-fed. In time she vanished completely into the nest, not without a loving goodbye to her brother. She told him she was now named Georgia. Some Twoleg word, but he didn't mind. However, she was still Mint in his mind. He was glad for her, but would miss her too. And now he was alone.

Adult Years to Present
Sirius made it out of Twolegplace with the reluctant help of a passing loner. He reentered the wild with caution and excitement. Seventeen moons old and full of life, he wandered through the green with joy. After the harsh Twolegplace it seemed like the perfect place. After a few days of journeying he came across scent markings that told of a huge group of cats living in the woods. Puzzled, he dared to cross the border to see what this was. A couple of cats found him and were furious that he was on their land. They called themselves WindClan and told him a bit of the four great Clans. Angered at their arrogance and annoyed that they had sent him away with nothing but a few words, he stalked off in a different path. For a moon or so he bundled about, lurking and stealing prey from them just to spite.

Then he came across another group of cats. At first he thought it was another one of those "Clans" and rebuked, but when he heard that they fought against the Clans he admitted interest. They informed him of their ways and he accepted their offer to join. It was something to do with his life, at least, and it seemed better and more leisurely than the so-called wonderful Clans these cats hated.

Reason for Joining The Cause:
He first encountered WindClan, with no previous knowledge of the Clans. He was shocked by their fierce arrogance that they seemed to think they were better than all other cats. They chased him off. When Sirius eventually met The Cause, he was eager to find a solution to his dislike of the Clans. They had reminded him of the rogues that had killed his sister, and though he really didn't know how the Clans worked--that they might not kill--he had nothing better to do and was too proud to look more into what a Clan was. And maybe he just partly found their way of lifestyle satisfactory, better than his solitary wanderings.

→ RELATIONSHIPS

neutral -- has just met/knows
loath
dislike
respect/admire
companion
friend
best friend
crush
love

The Cause
none.

ShadowClan
none.

ThunderClan
none.

WindClan
none.

RiverClan
none.

RP SAMPLE

From Another Roleplay:
A matched pair of swallows flitted across the medicine cat apprentice's vision. Her eyes followed them as they darted among the branches, chirruping softly and caring the air with delicate wings. Sprucepaw refrained from reaching out. They weren't close enough to even clip with her paw. She admired them as they swirled higher, in perfect unison. In moments they were gone, behind another tree and out of sight. The little she-cat dropped her blue-green gaze and gave a slight shake of her head. The warmth she felt from the leaf-fall sun told her to be on her way, to head home. She would rather not, but knew better than to avoid her duties. Besides, most of them were enjoyable. Why else would she have chosen the path of a medicine cat? With a last quick glance around the waking forest, Sprucepaw slowly got to her paws.

She balanced easily on the branch of the spruce tree, which quivered slightly under her little weight. Then she carefully made her way to the trunk, which was smoother than most deciduous trees and relatively difficult to climb. However, Sprucepaw managed it. After all, that meant that few others would follow her into the tree. She slid her paws over the trunk, preparing to descend. Her tail fluffing out to steady herself, she shot downwards and reached the ground in a half-fall. The petite she-cat paused and shook her long silvery fur out, casting a glance back at the spruce's trunk. Her claws had nicked it in places from the many times she had scaled it. But not too damaging, at least. She rubbed her tail on the tree gently as she stepped away, paws crunching lightly on the leaf-strewn ground. The woods were still quiet, but not as much as they had been when she had first entered them in the pale morning. More bird calls sang through, and faint scuffling of little mammals and reptiles echoed around. It added a familiar touch. However much she enjoyed the silence, it was sometimes good to hear business and life.

Sprucepaw moved along, wading in her thoughts. She expected most of the camp to be awake now, and her mentor included. She wondered what they would be doing today. Herb-gathering, maybe. Or more instructing. Sprucepaw had been apprenticed to Silvernight for barely a quarter-moon, and knew just the very basics of medicinal training. She was eager to learn, though, and found each lesson fascinating. Rather like her brother enjoyed messing around with a lot of other cats, Sprucepaw was at home with a learning task and only one, maybe two other felines. Still, she realized that being a medicine cat was incredibly important, and the Clan would rely on her and Silvernight with their lives. It was a great responsibility, and one that she looked to with excitement and worry all at once.

She reached the camp and slipped quietly inside. It was her way to be inconspicuous, of course. She weaved through the scattered cats without even looking at them. Most of the time she moved through camp with no knowledge of who was out and about. Sprucepaw slowed her steps as she reached the medicine cats' den, and softly entered. Her eyes flicked over the inside, immediately spotting her mentor sitting further back. Sprucepaw made her way politely towards Silvernight, dipping her head in greeting. "Good morning, Silvernight." she mewed in her quiet tone, pricking forwards her ears. She halted a pace from the medicine cat. Then she too sat down, leaning back on her pale haunches and sweeping her thick, long tail around over her front paws.