Post by tabby on Jun 25, 2012 11:26:00 GMT -5
NAME: Littlefoot
AGE: 37 moons, born in newleaf
GENDER: Tom
CLAN: SouthClan
RANK: Warrior
DESCRIPTION: Since the moment he was kitted, Littlefoot has been small. Small in stature, a short tail, and scrawny. When he was young, some cats doubted his ability because of his size. He once got into a training accident, in which his sparring partner, a larger and more vicious cat, left a permanent scar behind his left ear. It was not on purpose, of course, but it will remain until his death.
Littlefoot keeps his fur fairly neat, but it has the tendency to grow scruffy on the back of his head and neck. His fur is a dusty brown color, with traces of tabby markings along his spine and on his tail. His eyes are hazel, and his nose and pads are tan. All in all, he is a rather nonedescript cat.
PERSONALITY: Littlefoot is generally an amiable cat, who prefers to listen rather than speak. When he does speak, he enjoys conversation with those around him. Though he doesn't mind his size, he will defend himself fiercely when confronted about it. He can hold a grudge against those who are repeatedly rude to him.
He puts work above all else, whether that be for the clan, his apprentice, or someone else. He will tirelessly volunteer to do whatever needs doing, sometimes going for days without sleep despite how tired his body says he is. When he does finally sleep, he'll crash for a day or so before waking and berating himself for wasting time. He also refuses to take credit for his own work, to the point of self-depreciation.
Throughout everything, he retains a plucky, loyal attitude, always smiling and ready to help. Most cats wouldn't even be able to tell that he'd gone through a recent tragedy.
HISTORY: When he was born, Littlekit had two siblings; a brother, Coldkit, and a sister, Stripedkit. During their first leafbare, Coldkit passed away due to greencough. Littlekit and Stripedkit became very close because of this. Their mother was distant throughout their kithood, as she wanted to return to he warrior duties. Some cats suspected that she hadn't meant to have kits at all.
When they became apprentices, Littlepaw and Stripedpaw were the best of friends, always trainingw and hunting together. When Littlepaw attained his wound, Stripedpaw stayed by his side until he recovered. Niether really talked to anyone else, as they weren't the most social of creatures. They participated in a large battle together, which spurred them to get their warrior names.
A few moons passed afterwards in which nothing particularly exciting happened as the two adjusted to warrior life. Their peace was disrupted, however, when Stripedfern became pregnant. She did not disclose the father, which upset Littlefoot a bit, but when the kits came, he was very supportive of them and their mother. He acted almost as a father to Dappledkit and Tabbykit, and loved them dearly.
It seemed only a few days before the kits became apprentices. Littlefoot himself got the privilege of mentoring Tabbypaw. The four continued a happy existence until Dappledpaw and Stripedfern showed up dead in the middle of the forest. He and Tabbypaw are still trying to recover from their loss.
RELATIONSHIPS:
Siblings:
Coldkit (m/deceased)
Stripedfern (f/deceased)
Nieces:
Dappledpaw (f/deceased)
Tabbypaw (f/alive)
Apprentice:
Tabbypaw (f/alive)
OTHER:
(An RP example:)
Littlefoot stared at the stars, staying up late again. The rustle of pawsteps plodding heavily on the grass announced the presence of another cat, this one heftier than she was used to.
"Shouldn't you be asleep?" Stripedfern asked as Littlefoot turned to face her with a smile.
"Shouldn't you be in the nursery?' Littlefoot countered, earning a frosty glare from his sister.
"I'm not due for a bit of time yet," The gray tabby she-cat said, sitting and curling her tail around her paws.
"I still don't think you should be up and about," Littlefoot said, sounding worried, "You don't want to start anything early on accident."
"I suppose you're right," Stripedfern said, standing and stretching for a moment before stopping suddenly, gasping. Her eyes went wide and her body stiffened.
"Stripedfern!" Littfoot gasped, bounding forward to his sister's side in an instant, "What's wrong-?"
He cut off when he saw that she was purring with amusement, and he gave her a gentle push on her shoulder.
"That was mean!" he growled cheerfully, to which she replied by sticking out her tongue.
"Yes, but you deserved it!" she laughed, before shaking out her fur and turning to face the rest of the camp, which was mainly empty, "I'll go back to the nursery as long as you promise to get some sleep, alright?"
Littlefoot nodded, watching her waddle back towards the nursery before turning back to watch the stars, as well as guarding the camp. He wasn't going to let anyone harm his clan.
AGE: 37 moons, born in newleaf
GENDER: Tom
CLAN: SouthClan
RANK: Warrior
DESCRIPTION: Since the moment he was kitted, Littlefoot has been small. Small in stature, a short tail, and scrawny. When he was young, some cats doubted his ability because of his size. He once got into a training accident, in which his sparring partner, a larger and more vicious cat, left a permanent scar behind his left ear. It was not on purpose, of course, but it will remain until his death.
Littlefoot keeps his fur fairly neat, but it has the tendency to grow scruffy on the back of his head and neck. His fur is a dusty brown color, with traces of tabby markings along his spine and on his tail. His eyes are hazel, and his nose and pads are tan. All in all, he is a rather nonedescript cat.
PERSONALITY: Littlefoot is generally an amiable cat, who prefers to listen rather than speak. When he does speak, he enjoys conversation with those around him. Though he doesn't mind his size, he will defend himself fiercely when confronted about it. He can hold a grudge against those who are repeatedly rude to him.
He puts work above all else, whether that be for the clan, his apprentice, or someone else. He will tirelessly volunteer to do whatever needs doing, sometimes going for days without sleep despite how tired his body says he is. When he does finally sleep, he'll crash for a day or so before waking and berating himself for wasting time. He also refuses to take credit for his own work, to the point of self-depreciation.
Throughout everything, he retains a plucky, loyal attitude, always smiling and ready to help. Most cats wouldn't even be able to tell that he'd gone through a recent tragedy.
HISTORY: When he was born, Littlekit had two siblings; a brother, Coldkit, and a sister, Stripedkit. During their first leafbare, Coldkit passed away due to greencough. Littlekit and Stripedkit became very close because of this. Their mother was distant throughout their kithood, as she wanted to return to he warrior duties. Some cats suspected that she hadn't meant to have kits at all.
When they became apprentices, Littlepaw and Stripedpaw were the best of friends, always trainingw and hunting together. When Littlepaw attained his wound, Stripedpaw stayed by his side until he recovered. Niether really talked to anyone else, as they weren't the most social of creatures. They participated in a large battle together, which spurred them to get their warrior names.
A few moons passed afterwards in which nothing particularly exciting happened as the two adjusted to warrior life. Their peace was disrupted, however, when Stripedfern became pregnant. She did not disclose the father, which upset Littlefoot a bit, but when the kits came, he was very supportive of them and their mother. He acted almost as a father to Dappledkit and Tabbykit, and loved them dearly.
It seemed only a few days before the kits became apprentices. Littlefoot himself got the privilege of mentoring Tabbypaw. The four continued a happy existence until Dappledpaw and Stripedfern showed up dead in the middle of the forest. He and Tabbypaw are still trying to recover from their loss.
RELATIONSHIPS:
Siblings:
Coldkit (m/deceased)
Stripedfern (f/deceased)
Nieces:
Dappledpaw (f/deceased)
Tabbypaw (f/alive)
Apprentice:
Tabbypaw (f/alive)
OTHER:
(An RP example:)
Littlefoot stared at the stars, staying up late again. The rustle of pawsteps plodding heavily on the grass announced the presence of another cat, this one heftier than she was used to.
"Shouldn't you be asleep?" Stripedfern asked as Littlefoot turned to face her with a smile.
"Shouldn't you be in the nursery?' Littlefoot countered, earning a frosty glare from his sister.
"I'm not due for a bit of time yet," The gray tabby she-cat said, sitting and curling her tail around her paws.
"I still don't think you should be up and about," Littlefoot said, sounding worried, "You don't want to start anything early on accident."
"I suppose you're right," Stripedfern said, standing and stretching for a moment before stopping suddenly, gasping. Her eyes went wide and her body stiffened.
"Stripedfern!" Littfoot gasped, bounding forward to his sister's side in an instant, "What's wrong-?"
He cut off when he saw that she was purring with amusement, and he gave her a gentle push on her shoulder.
"That was mean!" he growled cheerfully, to which she replied by sticking out her tongue.
"Yes, but you deserved it!" she laughed, before shaking out her fur and turning to face the rest of the camp, which was mainly empty, "I'll go back to the nursery as long as you promise to get some sleep, alright?"
Littlefoot nodded, watching her waddle back towards the nursery before turning back to watch the stars, as well as guarding the camp. He wasn't going to let anyone harm his clan.
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