Post by spike on Oct 16, 2011 20:59:01 GMT -6
Name: Littlestream
Age: 31 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: RiverClan
Rank: Warrior
Apprentice: None
Love Interest: Rabbitheart of ThunderClan (Yoko)
Kin:
Appearance:
Personality:
History:
Roleplaying Example: See Mudpaw
Name Meaning:
Other: 4682b4
Status: Healthy, possibly pregnant
Age: 31 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: RiverClan
Rank: Warrior
Apprentice: None
Love Interest: Rabbitheart of ThunderClan (Yoko)
Kin:
Bluewhisker;; father, NPC
Mottledfur;; mother, Syd
Frostkit;; brother, deceased
Appearance:
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Littlestream received her name for her petite stature. Her shoulders are narrow and her paws are dwarfed compared to other cats. Overall, she is just small. Her muzzle is slightly narrow but pressed closer to her face than others. To tip it is a gray hued nose and around it are snowy whiskers. Her body is cloaked in a gray tabby mess and sometimes white comes between it. Along her chest and neck is an avalanche of white then a small path up her nose. Finally, all her paws are white and even up her legs though the stripes still paint her legs as well.
This she-cat is not very powerful or swift. Her legs just don’t make it possible. But she fights tooth and claw to win and her determination makes up for her lack of strong physical traits. Littlestream does have a great balance to her so her dainty paws are useful for something. A thin, average length tail twitches here and there behind her. Atop her head are two perky triangles for ears. The tips are stained a deep gray, almost black, while the inside is colored with white hair. Lastly, we come to her eyes. The river-like hue connects her even greater to her name and her Clan. The watery tone spreads into her personality and her loves of life. The dark pupils stand out greatly to the sky-blue shade around them. Wide and always bright, she is a very open-hearted looking cat.
Personality:
Littlestream is as bubbly as they come. She may seem a bit... overly affectionate and overly excited but that doesn't mean she is a bad warrior!
Nothing is more noticeable than her talking problem. She is always smiling and always looking for something to talk about. Yes, talkative, over-happy Littlestream doesn't know a thing about "stop." She likes to talking, talking, talking... which can wear down a cat sometimes. Her friends of WindClan and RiverClan are the ones that seem to understand that. She is kinda like a kit in a way that she loves to talk about the tiniest things. Like a young apprentice with a day's worth of stories to tell.
Somehow, this pretty girl can turn a dark day into something bright. She likes to be optimistic and finding a solution is bound to be there because of it. While others might see a dark omen, she'll see a way that they can prepare and get ready for a great new adventure. Littlestream has been well known for comforting the cat that was rightfully scolded. An apprentice that was given extra work for his or her mishaps might have Littlestream there to root them on with great words of praise.
That might be the only flaw to Littlestream. She cannot find a way to be down. She hates violence and anger and those such things. One reason why she is always upset by her father and mother's relationship. It's full of anger now since Mottledfur was not destined to stay with Bluewhisker. She hates fighting and in battle, she is very gentle on her opponents. She's even let a few go while pretending to harm them just so she won't have to be the one attacking. She's very loyal to her Clan but fighting just isn't the way it works.
Her friends and love interest seem to always come first. If Doveclaw or Thrushtail were in dire need of her, no doubt she'd sprint over that border to be with them. If it wasn't for the slight problem of the warrior code, she'd probably see them every day. But she has a safe zone in the way of hte warrior code and keeps her actions in control even when she feels random and extremely bubbly on certain days. She's always put her Clan as an importance piece in her life but that doesn't mean she doesn't value her friendships more.
History:
Loyalty was bred into her since the day she was born. Her mother was a flirtatious cat that ended up suffering from a small set back by carrying Bluewhisker's kits. Bluewhisker never really looked at the two, something about them being not what he thought. There were two kits born in this litter on that fateful morning.
Of these two were Littlekit and Frostkit. Littlekit was like Mottledfur slightly. She gained her tabby pelt from her father's father apparently. Or something like that. A distant part of her ancestory. Frostkit was different, white to the last hair oddly. At first, they were expected to be great. After opening their eyes, the two grew up quickly side by side. The only problem was that Frostkit was deaf. He still played but he did not understand a word that came from her. He could not read the words from her maw and he could not hear the yowl of distress when he stepped just a bit too far and into the river he went.
Littlekit hardly remembered Frostkit’s death. He had wandered off alone then a patrol came back of her mother and father and other warriors. “Where’s Frostkit?” she had asked. They only said he went to a better place. It was a place in the stars where all great warriors roam one day. She would later find out that this was called StarClan and Silver Pelt. Her heart yearned for companionship but there was nobody else she could turn to. So she made quick friends with other kits. Younger than her, Robinkit and Gingerkit became two of her good friends. They just connected somehow.
Becoming an apprentice was exciting and all but she didn’t want to leave Robinkit and Gingerkit behind too far. She just had to deal with it though. At her first gathering, she met a WindClan apprentice named Dovepaw. She instantly liked her as well. Dovepaw was older than she was by a couple moons but it was a quick connection. Littlepaw found herself making great friends all around.
Bluewhisker and Mottledfur grew distant from her. Littlepaw was used to Bluewhisker's ways. He liked talking but there was a sorrow in his eyes every time he looked at her. Was there something in her he wanted to see but couldn't? Mottledfur was too busy flirting so she hardly spent time with her mother. She'd later try to become closer to Mottlefur but it is hard to do so
She didn’t have to wait long before she was accompanied in the apprentice’s den by Gingerpaw and Robinpaw. The next gathering introduced another cat, Thrushpaw. Soon all five cats just became a group of fine friends. A bet was made of course that they’d all become pregnant with kits at once. They were only youngsters and she never thought the day would come that they’d do such a thing. But it was bound to happen.
Littlepaw was changed to Littlestream after almost thirteen moons of fierce training. She was glad to know that despite everything, she made her way to being a warrior. Robinwing and Gingertail weren’t long after. Doveclaw was before all of them then the youngest was Thrushtail. Now with only one thing on their minds, Littlestream is only feeling excitement in her paws to be beside her friends and to carry kits as all of them will soon enough. Hopefully by then she can reconnect with both her mother and father.
Roleplaying Example: See Mudpaw
Name Meaning:
Little-;; for her small body.
-stream;; for femininity and swiftness
Other: 4682b4
Status: Healthy, possibly pregnant
