Sugarplum

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Longhaired mink snow rosette tabby with bright eyes

Sugarplum is the tallest of her family, and she knows it. She still isn't high in regards to other cats, though - in fact, only just about average, though she is taller than both her mother and brother. Pair that with the muscles rippling under her fur, and Sugarplum is a rather intimidating sight indeed. Her claws are rather long, so when she's on the attack, a cat has every right to be scared. One thing that makes the she-cat stand out is her longer fur. Silky and soft, just like her family, but whilst their fur is close to their skin, Sugarplum has a softer, downier fur that is particularly noticable on her neck and tail. It can be rather bizarre to see such a fluffy, soft she-cat be as ferocious as Sugarplum is, but nonetheless.

Colour wise, Sugarplum's base coat is a snowy grey, an off-white, which blends in well with winters. However, it is covered with soft brown rosettes, darkening across her ears and tail. The pattern itself is rather distinct, and you would find it impossible to not immediately link her and Honeybun as siblings - though unlike her brother, the she-cat has a long, plumy tail.

In terms of face, Sugarplum's most significant difference from Honeybun is evident here. Aside from a few plumes on her cheeks, the she-cats face is sharp and angular, with eyes large against her skull. This is the most telling part of the she-cats actual body shape-  lean, sharp and muscular. If only the fur didn't hide that away...

✓ Brave
Even if something phases Sugarplum or makes her hesitate, the she-cat will hide this - that is assuming she gets scared in the first place. Sugarplum herself is a rather fearless cat, and no matter the situation, she will run into it with the bravery of a lion behind her, ready to tackle whatever she may face. It is rare to see her scared of anything at all.

✓ Spirited
Sugarplum is rarely short of energy, and even if she's tired, she'll always perk up with something to say, something to do. She'll find the energy to battle a potential foe or chase after an elusive piece of prey, even if she feels like she wants to drag her paws along the floor. You'll never have a quiet moment when she's around.

✗ Mischevious
Sugarplum has a very notable 'naughty' streak, where she will take advantage of anyone or anything as long as she finds it entertaining. This trait was exacerbated wildly by her mother's rather restrictive rules, which Sugarplum was very evidently against, finding any excuse possible to wriggle out of them. This had given her a desire to act against what is imposed as 'right' to her, leading to the mischevious, rule-breaking behaviour.

✗ Dishonest
Sugarplum doesn't tend towards the truth much... at all. She isn't a compulsive liar, by any means, but anything she says should be taken with a rather large grain of salt. She is liable to leave out parts of a story that she deems to be 'unnecessary', or twist the story so that she isn't the bad guy, or... the 'worse' guy, in any case. Even to those she is closest to, she isn't guaranteed to tell the truth, and if you tell her a secret that she said she wouldn't tell... well, it won't be a secret for much longer.

Despite her name, Sugarplum was never a clan cat, not even from the beginning. There was no Sugarkit, no Sugarpaw. No - instead, she was born Sugarplum, outside of the clans, in the shadows of those others living on the Apostle Islands. Sweetleaf, a former warrior of LichenClan, bore two kits one day. A strong desire drove the she-cat to name her kits as if they were warriors, with names given by leaders. Honeybun and Sugarplum.

Sugarplum's kithood was... bizarre, to say the least. It was almost like she lived in what could be described as the slums of the island, dodging those who had the groups needed to support them, always making sure to never been seen nor heard. Despite that, though, her mother was clearly fascinated with the clans, and such rules and regulations that the clans had were imposed upon Sugarplum and her brother, too. These rules drove Sugarplum away from her mother, a ruthless anger welling inside of her. It was her mothers rules that drove their father away, was it not? These morals that Sweetleaf carried seemed to have near nothing to do with actual law-keeping. 

As Sugarplum grew, she became more and more estranged from her mother, heavily disliking the rules placed upon her. They just made no sense - they lived outside of the law anyway, did they not? The she-cat did maintain a good relationship with her brother, regardless. They were both incredibly close, and still are. Sugarplum will only ever visit Sweetleaf if she knows Honeybun is there. Otherwise, she sleeps nearby but alone, out of her mother's reach, but close enough to come back to them if desired.

Now, she's rather independant. A good hunter thanks to her mothers teachings, Sugarplum roams all over the island in her free time. She stays away from the clans, relating them to the insane rules that Sweetleaf had kept her under, and not wanting to let herself be controlled by some unexplainable morals or thoughts all over again. However, though... she does know of the existence of a lawless group of rogues. Perhaps that would be a better option?