Stalagmitewhirl

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**Stalagmitewhirl** is a robust, yet small, beautiful golden-brown molly (MTF) with pale-golden eyes.
**Stalagmitewhirl** was born to two vagabonds, Oleander and Dewdrop, under the name “Jackal”, alongside her sister, Rosemary. Her family was eventually captured and separated by twolegs, and Jackal was released near Clan territory. She was found malnourished and brought back to camp, having her right forepaw amputated due to injury and spending some time in the Prisoner’s den before becoming an apprentice. Through some trials and multiple mentors, she gained the name Stalagmitewhirl under Valleystar’s reign.

## Relations

Crush: N/A

Friendships: N/A

Enemies: N/A

Mentors: Riverwhisker, Scorchmask, and more.

Apprentices: None

## Interests

*Likes*

Stalagmite enjoys lots of rain and frankly is a big fan of water. She doesn’t really enjoy actually swimming because it gets her pelt cold and it’s really hard to swim with her missing paw, but otherwise, it’s pleasant. She also really enjoys catching smaller animals, it gives her the thrill of being the bigger predator: at least to something. Stalagmitewhirl is fairly content with most types of herbs, though she won't admit it but she looooves the smell of some flowers. She also really loves having company by her, giving her a feeling of safety.

*Dislikes*

The molly really really hates the feeling of suffocation. She can’t stand not being able to breathe for longer than a second, and it becomes an especially scary thing to her when it’s out of her control. She also isn’t really fond of how hot some of the territory can get, generally not the sun’s biggest fan. Stalagmite also is not fond of tight spaces, so she always refuses to go into the tunnels. That and also the fear of being trapped in a collapsed one and dying a horrible suffocation death from it.

## Skills/Faults

*Skills*

Stalagmite’s strengths lie in her tongue, usually provided with evidence she uses from conversation to pull back somecat’s paw against their own wishes. The way it comes out so naturally is almost frightening, and not exactly in a bad way. This could be used for great purposes in some cases, though this always seems to be a case, which tends to turn more on a negative note. It’s also a good thing to know that the she-cat is a speedy devil. Thanks to her size, she’s quite easy to be a little slippery guy. Always evading any daunting attacks on her, being able to slip between other cat’s paws to avoid harm. She’s also quick to get a cat and knock them over using their own body weight. Generally, her size grants a lot of mobility. Even if her legs are fairly stubby, she seems to be fairly swift compared to most cats because of the size itself. She can be an asset when paired with other sentinels as her talents are generally helpful with some muscle by her side. Stalagmitewhirl is also fairly clever, swift-witted, and a quick problem solver. She may not be the brightest of the bunch, but when it comes to making a decision quickly (usually one to benefit herself), she’s fairly great at staying true to haste in that regard.

*Faults*

While Stalagmitewhirl brings a lot to the table in terms of the mind play and general swiftness in actions, she does lack in an incredible amount of places. For one, while her size is great for mobility, her legs aren’t so much. They’re fairly stalky, paired with her own body shape, it’s not super great compared to being a lean and twig-leged short cat when it comes to speed. So even in something she excels at, she still finds a way to fail. There’s also the elephant in the room, which ends up being the lack of a right paw just about. Even with a stick wrapped around there, it’s not going to do much other than maybe help balance. She’s missing a key component to her movement, while yes she has moved around technically, it’s still very present and very much plays a part in her life for a negative turn. Also because of her small size, her body can get wrecked easier than most. She’s littered with scars all over due to the fact she gets into so many physical and mental brawls with others. She’s also not.. The most confident herself. Her confident ‘mask’ can be broken incredibly quickly as there is practically no backbone to her. She has the audacity, sure, that is something we’ll give her, but actual spine? Not really. She just spats out things and hopes they’re mean enough to not provoke a response that’ll hurt her ego. She also has big fat anger problems!! Literally hates everyone, the world, and herself. Stalagmite also tends to have incredibly bad paranoia issues on top of anger.

## Personality

Stalagmitewhirl is an incredibly complex she-cat with her own wants and desires filled out on a platter that’s served to any cat who comes near her. She’s a violent presence, always tending to find a way to pick a fight with any and all cats she meets. Sometimes there isn’t even a valid reason, but she can snake her way out of it and make up one that sounds as believable as the truths for other circumstances. She could be seen as a pathological liar, a fake smile spread across her furry expression just to seem like sympathy is shown. Other than that exterior of falsities, she’s a very negative cat. Stalagmitewhirl sees the worst in most things and dogs on it when she finds it appropriate to do so. Often, she will bad mouth a passing cat while they’re in the area just to get a kick out of it, while also expressing her own frustrations with the individual. She can act impulsive, not really taking things slowly in pace. The only thing you could ever see her doing slowly is when a mask is presented, which is a deadly fate worse than any cat can imagine. The way she slithers over you and pummels you to the ground, holding you below the water. Staying around Stalagmite can be described as being constantly drowned. You get presented with all your fears thrown at you and taunted, ridiculed, then spat back out like it was something to be ashamed of. Even for the simplest things, or things not under your control. She’s a suffocating type of cat, taking anything or any ounce of self-esteem and burying it into the ground. Stalagmitewhirl isn’t afraid to use anything she has against you, whether it be for personal gain or simply just for the fun of seeing your expression falter. Most of the time, it isn’t for her own enjoyment, rather it’s for a gain of some sort. She usually doesn’t lie unless there's a reason. With this being said, a lot of the time, she does it instinctively. It’s not something she needs to think about really. Lying has been a way she’s dealt with fears or any hurdles in the past, and it’s worked the best. This sort of thing has shaped the way she’s grown as a cat, since lying has worked, it’s being more and more integrated into her personality without even being forced. It’s to the point where she doesn’t even do it purposefully, she just has been conditioned to know that this is the best way to get her own desires fulfilled and it works really well. She’s an interesting case, being both aware and not aware of her own actions causing such intense pain to others that are beyond describable in words. The she-cat does have a heart, a cold, bitter one, but a heart. She knows sometimes that it may not be smart to take a walk in a direction where her tail can be taken. She also does seem to know what boundaries are. Whether or not she follows them however depends on the day and mood that she’s left in. Her personality can shift around, always seeming uneven. She never makes an effort to be kind in a masking facade, though it may come off that way. She isn’t inherently rude to the core, but she isn’t the nicest cat you’ll meet either. The molly also tends to be super rambunctious and chaotic in her actions, she simply just sort of lacks the cognitive ability to realize her behaviors or the wrong-doing in them. She also tends to have a fair bit of jealousy on her back, tending to be more bitter towards cats who she sees have a better life than her. If she has to suffer, everyone else does. She’s also a BIG FAT hypocrite. Constantly judging other cats based on things that she may exhibit herself.

## Detailed Appearance

Stalagmitewhirl is a robustly-built feline with a fairly small physique due to genetics. She has a beautiful golden-brown coat with brown flushes of color that line her back, paws, tail, muzzle, and head. Stalagmitewhirl has darker large spots that lace her back and paws, speckling her pelt. The molly has shaggy, pointy fur and tuffs on her ears. Stalagmite’s tail is fairly thin and coarse-looking, with thin fur lacing it to cause a rough-looking shape. Her paws are fairly big compared to her body with long flexed claws when drawn out. There is a slitted scar over the right side of her face just above her eye, a stretched cut in her tail, a small scratch over her left front forearm, and a small scar over her left back ankle. Stalagmitewhirl’s front right paw is also completely gone, up a little past the ankle. It’s beautifully wrapped in thorned vines pointed outwards that have the thorns plucked from inside the wrap. It holds an oak twig that could almost resemble a ‘peg leg’ as a replacement paw. It doesn’t have any definitive function other than possibly balance.

## Kin

Mother: Oleander

Father: Dewdrop

Sisters: Rosemary

## Backstory

Stalagmitewhirl was born as “Jackal” to Oleander and Dewdrop. Jackal was an uptight kitten and always seemed to want attention anytime they could get it. Her family was fairly inattentive to her, even as a young kit. Even when they did pay attention to her, it was always to make her do tasks she was unprepared for as an unknowing kitten. Expected to hunt perfectly at 4 moons and was ridiculed if it wasn’t the most elegant job possible. They were vagabonds traveling around to any place they could find that had rich resources in the area. Her family was usually well-fed, had good places to stay, and went unbothered from other wildlife in the area. Occasionally they may have come across twolegs who offered them food and went on their way. The entire family practically was lucky, having this sense of pride for being so tolerable of everything around them and learning to adapt so quickly. All but Jackal. She was growing more and more annoyed with every place left and forgotten of, the more they ventured around, the more that her folks started to pay less attention to her. She was barely seen to begin with, given the bare minimum even though they had plenty to provide. Jackal eventually felt like the bottled-up feelings were going to overflow one of the nights and snuck off from their makeshift den to get some fresh air and maybe check out the territory they were in now. While looking around at the scenery, she was caught by a twoleg. Jackal at the time had no burden with them, she didn’t think they’d treat her poorly because of being conditioned to associate the twolegs with food and kindness as they always provided before when the cats were in a group. This time would be different, however, as she would find herself in a place she has not much recollection of. Perhaps it’s suppressed, perhaps it’s something of a pigmentation, yet it was very real. As Jackal was sent into this place with tons of twolegs, she would be set down and neutered, then thrown into cages with other tomcats who’d suffered the same fate. She doesn’t remember a lot of what happened, but she could see her other folks being there as well. They’d all be captured. It wasn’t long before the cages would rumble and be sent off, the twolegs setting the cats free in different locations. She was completely separated from her family and any cats she’d met in the cages. Jackal was dropped off near clan cat territory, cats she’d only heard stories of. During that time, she’d been clumsy and managed to get into a tumble that broke her right paw. Jackal had no idea how to even survive out here practically as most things were handed to her, even if it wasn’t in the most pristine ways. She slugged along for a while till she was found by a wandering patrol, curled up by a tree and heavily malnourished. Jackal was brought to camp and was treated before being set into the prisoner’s den where she’d spend a bit of time recovering as everycat was deciding what to do with the outsider. Her right paw was, unfortunately, unsavable as it’d been injured for at least a moon since she’d been released near the prairies. This meant it was amputated around the time when she first got there. Jackal was quick to grow distasteful towards the cats in the medicine den as she felt they took away something from her just like the cages before. Eventually, she was brought into the clan properly as a cat that was a part of it. She was named ‘Stalagmitepaw’. Stalagmitepaw trained with multiple sets of mentors who eventually grew distasteful of the recklessness she brought. It took about 3 moons to properly give her training. As soon as she was at least ready enough, she was set into her final tests and was named ‘Stalagmitewhirl’. She has been a part of the clan for about 13ish moons now.

## Trivia

* She’s just a really chaotic character who hates everyone and wants to live a better life.

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