Post by Littlestar on Aug 26, 2016 21:18:40 GMT -6
WINDclan
LITTLESTAR
AGE
25 moons
GENDER
Male
RANK
Leader
APPEARANCE
Littlestar, true to his name, has always been on the small side. While he isn't as short as he was in his youth, gaining some height with his age, he is instead especially lean for a WindClan cat. His longer limbs and thin form grant him a certain nobility, though this elegance certainly stops short of his snarky personality. In terms of coloration, his coat fades between a cream color and a pale ginger shade, though the ginger becomes more prominent along his face, paws, and tail. His eyes are a bright blue, vibrant against the subtle shades of his fur. His coat is thick, longer along his tail and chest and enough to keep him warm in the cooler seasons.
PERSONALITY
cold, calm, sarcastic
Despite his refined looks, he certainly doesn't have a refined personality. He is often sarcastic and snarky, very rarely seeming genuine or gentle. He seems tired of everyone, a feat that is impressive considering his young age, and it can lead him to be tricky to get a conversation out of him without wanting to smack him with frustration. He takes great amusement in irritating others, often keeping his calm in even the most stressful situations. This is especially useful during Clan conflicts, where he will not let himself get heated with whatever argument is occurring. If he does lose his temper, it is only done so in private, never in the face of the clan or someone he doesn't trust dearly.
precise, calculating, detail-oriented
While his often nasty attitude may make it strange that he found himself in a position of power, his saving grace is his strategic mind. He doesn't rush into any decisions, all his actions being calculated and as precise as he can manage. He constantly tries to think multiple steps ahead, and always concerns himself with the smallest of details whenever discussions or planning take place. He prefers not to be taken by surprise, though even when he is, his cool exterior helps him to take it in stride.
soft-hearted, caring, loyal
Despite his initially nasty attitude, Littlestar can prove himself to be especially caring towards his Clan. While he typically doesn't make a big show of it, he won't turn down an invitation to play with a kit or apprentice or share tongues with the warriors. Any cat that manages to become his friend will also find him especially kind, often making sure to put his companion's thoughts and feelings before his own. His loyalty towards WindClan runs deep, Littlestar not exactly fond of the other Clans or outsiders. While he won't be outright rude to them, often putting on a show of acting friendly, he has no love for them and will certainly not befriend them.
HISTORY
Littlekit was born to the warriors Mothwing and Sunstrike, two older warriors who had already had one litter before. Lionkit and Littlekit were six moons apart, Moth and Sun making sure to raise Lionkit to apprenticeship before trying for another litter. Littlekit was born alongside a stillborn sister, and his small size made his parents doubtful that he would make it as well. 'We shouldn't have tried again.' Mothwing had mourned, 'We are getting old. This was a mistake.' Sunstrike didn't verbally agree with his mate, but it seemed like she was right. Surprisingly, Littlekit made it, pushing past those first hard moons to become a healthy and strong kit, albeit a little on the small side. While his parents certainly weren't absent from his life, Littlekit found himself spending most of his time with his brother, Lionpaw. The other tom was big and strong, seeming to be growing into a cat that could lead the clan one day. Littlekit was more withdrawn than his brother, preferring to observe and learn rather than get down and dirty with the other young cats of the clan. Despite their differences, though, the pair bonded closely, Littlekit constantly at his brother's side whenever they were in the camp together.
Soon after weaning him, Mothwing passed away from illness, leaving the two brothers alone with their father. Sunstrike was hit the hardest, and while he did his best to continue raising his sons, he slowly withdrew from their lives as he fell into his own grief. Lionpaw and Littlekit mourned together, but had each other to help raise each other out of the grief. They both set themselves on becoming the best warriors they could be for their Clan, to make their mother's spirit proud. Shortly after, Littlekit became Littlepaw, and Lionpaw became Lionwing, both in honor of his mother as well as for his agile fighting style.
Sunstrike never recovered like the brothers, though, and one day, while out hunting, he vanished. It was assumed that he was caught by a fox, but Littlekit and Lionpaw hypothesized in whispers that he had left the forest all together, to start a new life. It was upsetting, but once again, the brothers were there for each other. They were orphaned, but they were becoming talented members of the clan, Lionwing's fighting improving even more while Littlepaw began to excel in strategy and hunting. They laughed together, joking that they could lead the Clan together one day, and all seemed well.
Littlepaw soon became Littleflame under his mentor as well as Lionwing's guidance, named for his building determination and spirit. The brothers were finally warriors together, each having strengths where the other had weakness, and they often completed tasks side by side. Littleflame was slightly jealous when Lionwing received an apprentice, his brother's attention having to go elsewhere, though he was soon given an apprentice of his own to distract him. The loud-mouthed and confident young tom named Vervainpaw. While the pair initially clashed, often getting into silly arguments where Vervain tried his hardest to make Littleflame crack, Little grew fond of the spunky young tom while Vervain, reluctantly, began to enjoy training with his mentor. Where they had a rocky start, they finished smoothly, and Vervainpaw because Vervainfoot.
It was soon after both brothers had finished their mentorship that the sickness started. Starting as a frightening rumor from ShadowClan that soon grew into a horrifying reality, Littleflame felt, for the first time in his life, terrified. He didn't want Lionwing to catch the disease, or even spunky Vervainfoot. They were the only family he had left, after all.
The eviction was announced, and the end was in sight, and Littleflame was ecstatic, his loved ones having avoided the sickness. But then Lionwing started showing the early symptoms, fever and weakness. He, too, would have to leave with the infected. Littleflame felt his heart break that day, and he immediately closed up, blocking out any friends or close relations he had made throughout his life so far, only remaining somewhat close with Vervainfoot. Where before he had been a relatively sweet young cat, he immediately changed course, developing into the cold and calculating tom he is now.
His family was gone, the most important cat in his life was banished. He worked past his weaknesses, trying to become the sort of fighter his brother had been. He would never be as naturally talented, but he learned to fight with his mind, evading attacks and outwitting his opponent. He was a changed cat, cold and seemingly heartless, with an unnerving calm about him. He was finding his strength, though, and was soon selected to help lead as deputy of the fractured Clan. He is by no means a natural born leader, that having been Lionwing's strength, but he is young and has time to learn. Lionwing's banishment and subsequent death are still fresh in his mind, but lead him to work hard and ruthless in pursuit of something that will bring him peace.
Littlestar
1-6 - kithood, mother dies soon before apprentice ceremony
6-12 - apprenticeship, father disappears during 8th moon
16 - receives vervainpaw as apprentice
22 - vervain graduates, biting disease starts
23- great march, lionwing is exiled with other ill cats
25 - named deputy, then becomes leader
SEXUALITY
Homosexual
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
Leadership. It was something Lionwing would have been suited for, certainly not Littleflame. He was relieved, at least, to not be in Swiftstar's paws, though he supposed it wasn't much different. They were both young, too young and too new to be leading a Clan. Well, if they could even call themselves a Clan. Their ranks were broken, an inexperienced medicine cat, few warriors and apprentices to make up their ranks. Not that the other Clans were doing any better, he supposed.
Still, despite their lacking ranks, he tried to keep a sense of normalcy around the camp. Organizing patrols, keeping a watch on what Swiftstar wasn't. His approach was blunt, no gentle words or soothing prompts to get his Clanmates moving. The banishment of his brother had left him cold, and while he wasn't cruel (he let those who were significantly impacted grieve in peace), he certainly wasn't overly kind. They had to be strong, especially now.
So early that morning, he rose before the sun, carefully making his way through the camp to prod a handful of cats awake for a patrol. "Come on." he meowed as they gathered, casting his eyes over them briefly before taking a deep breath, preparing himself for the day. "We can't let our borders grow weak." Certainly not now. While the Clan itself may have still been feeling the impact of the shock The Great March had left, they couldn't let themselves appear soft to the other Clans. Keeping a strong appearance was vital at a time like this, and he gave his patrol a tense smile before turning towards the entrance of camp, sweeping his tail in a motion to follow as he broke out into a run across the moor.
25 moons
GENDER
Male
RANK
Leader
APPEARANCE
Littlestar, true to his name, has always been on the small side. While he isn't as short as he was in his youth, gaining some height with his age, he is instead especially lean for a WindClan cat. His longer limbs and thin form grant him a certain nobility, though this elegance certainly stops short of his snarky personality. In terms of coloration, his coat fades between a cream color and a pale ginger shade, though the ginger becomes more prominent along his face, paws, and tail. His eyes are a bright blue, vibrant against the subtle shades of his fur. His coat is thick, longer along his tail and chest and enough to keep him warm in the cooler seasons.
PERSONALITY
cold, calm, sarcastic
Despite his refined looks, he certainly doesn't have a refined personality. He is often sarcastic and snarky, very rarely seeming genuine or gentle. He seems tired of everyone, a feat that is impressive considering his young age, and it can lead him to be tricky to get a conversation out of him without wanting to smack him with frustration. He takes great amusement in irritating others, often keeping his calm in even the most stressful situations. This is especially useful during Clan conflicts, where he will not let himself get heated with whatever argument is occurring. If he does lose his temper, it is only done so in private, never in the face of the clan or someone he doesn't trust dearly.
precise, calculating, detail-oriented
While his often nasty attitude may make it strange that he found himself in a position of power, his saving grace is his strategic mind. He doesn't rush into any decisions, all his actions being calculated and as precise as he can manage. He constantly tries to think multiple steps ahead, and always concerns himself with the smallest of details whenever discussions or planning take place. He prefers not to be taken by surprise, though even when he is, his cool exterior helps him to take it in stride.
soft-hearted, caring, loyal
Despite his initially nasty attitude, Littlestar can prove himself to be especially caring towards his Clan. While he typically doesn't make a big show of it, he won't turn down an invitation to play with a kit or apprentice or share tongues with the warriors. Any cat that manages to become his friend will also find him especially kind, often making sure to put his companion's thoughts and feelings before his own. His loyalty towards WindClan runs deep, Littlestar not exactly fond of the other Clans or outsiders. While he won't be outright rude to them, often putting on a show of acting friendly, he has no love for them and will certainly not befriend them.
HISTORY
Littlekit was born to the warriors Mothwing and Sunstrike, two older warriors who had already had one litter before. Lionkit and Littlekit were six moons apart, Moth and Sun making sure to raise Lionkit to apprenticeship before trying for another litter. Littlekit was born alongside a stillborn sister, and his small size made his parents doubtful that he would make it as well. 'We shouldn't have tried again.' Mothwing had mourned, 'We are getting old. This was a mistake.' Sunstrike didn't verbally agree with his mate, but it seemed like she was right. Surprisingly, Littlekit made it, pushing past those first hard moons to become a healthy and strong kit, albeit a little on the small side. While his parents certainly weren't absent from his life, Littlekit found himself spending most of his time with his brother, Lionpaw. The other tom was big and strong, seeming to be growing into a cat that could lead the clan one day. Littlekit was more withdrawn than his brother, preferring to observe and learn rather than get down and dirty with the other young cats of the clan. Despite their differences, though, the pair bonded closely, Littlekit constantly at his brother's side whenever they were in the camp together.
Soon after weaning him, Mothwing passed away from illness, leaving the two brothers alone with their father. Sunstrike was hit the hardest, and while he did his best to continue raising his sons, he slowly withdrew from their lives as he fell into his own grief. Lionpaw and Littlekit mourned together, but had each other to help raise each other out of the grief. They both set themselves on becoming the best warriors they could be for their Clan, to make their mother's spirit proud. Shortly after, Littlekit became Littlepaw, and Lionpaw became Lionwing, both in honor of his mother as well as for his agile fighting style.
Sunstrike never recovered like the brothers, though, and one day, while out hunting, he vanished. It was assumed that he was caught by a fox, but Littlekit and Lionpaw hypothesized in whispers that he had left the forest all together, to start a new life. It was upsetting, but once again, the brothers were there for each other. They were orphaned, but they were becoming talented members of the clan, Lionwing's fighting improving even more while Littlepaw began to excel in strategy and hunting. They laughed together, joking that they could lead the Clan together one day, and all seemed well.
Littlepaw soon became Littleflame under his mentor as well as Lionwing's guidance, named for his building determination and spirit. The brothers were finally warriors together, each having strengths where the other had weakness, and they often completed tasks side by side. Littleflame was slightly jealous when Lionwing received an apprentice, his brother's attention having to go elsewhere, though he was soon given an apprentice of his own to distract him. The loud-mouthed and confident young tom named Vervainpaw. While the pair initially clashed, often getting into silly arguments where Vervain tried his hardest to make Littleflame crack, Little grew fond of the spunky young tom while Vervain, reluctantly, began to enjoy training with his mentor. Where they had a rocky start, they finished smoothly, and Vervainpaw because Vervainfoot.
It was soon after both brothers had finished their mentorship that the sickness started. Starting as a frightening rumor from ShadowClan that soon grew into a horrifying reality, Littleflame felt, for the first time in his life, terrified. He didn't want Lionwing to catch the disease, or even spunky Vervainfoot. They were the only family he had left, after all.
The eviction was announced, and the end was in sight, and Littleflame was ecstatic, his loved ones having avoided the sickness. But then Lionwing started showing the early symptoms, fever and weakness. He, too, would have to leave with the infected. Littleflame felt his heart break that day, and he immediately closed up, blocking out any friends or close relations he had made throughout his life so far, only remaining somewhat close with Vervainfoot. Where before he had been a relatively sweet young cat, he immediately changed course, developing into the cold and calculating tom he is now.
His family was gone, the most important cat in his life was banished. He worked past his weaknesses, trying to become the sort of fighter his brother had been. He would never be as naturally talented, but he learned to fight with his mind, evading attacks and outwitting his opponent. He was a changed cat, cold and seemingly heartless, with an unnerving calm about him. He was finding his strength, though, and was soon selected to help lead as deputy of the fractured Clan. He is by no means a natural born leader, that having been Lionwing's strength, but he is young and has time to learn. Lionwing's banishment and subsequent death are still fresh in his mind, but lead him to work hard and ruthless in pursuit of something that will bring him peace.
Littlestar
1-6 - kithood, mother dies soon before apprentice ceremony
6-12 - apprenticeship, father disappears during 8th moon
16 - receives vervainpaw as apprentice
22 - vervain graduates, biting disease starts
23- great march, lionwing is exiled with other ill cats
25 - named deputy, then becomes leader
SEXUALITY
Homosexual
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
Leadership. It was something Lionwing would have been suited for, certainly not Littleflame. He was relieved, at least, to not be in Swiftstar's paws, though he supposed it wasn't much different. They were both young, too young and too new to be leading a Clan. Well, if they could even call themselves a Clan. Their ranks were broken, an inexperienced medicine cat, few warriors and apprentices to make up their ranks. Not that the other Clans were doing any better, he supposed.
Still, despite their lacking ranks, he tried to keep a sense of normalcy around the camp. Organizing patrols, keeping a watch on what Swiftstar wasn't. His approach was blunt, no gentle words or soothing prompts to get his Clanmates moving. The banishment of his brother had left him cold, and while he wasn't cruel (he let those who were significantly impacted grieve in peace), he certainly wasn't overly kind. They had to be strong, especially now.
So early that morning, he rose before the sun, carefully making his way through the camp to prod a handful of cats awake for a patrol. "Come on." he meowed as they gathered, casting his eyes over them briefly before taking a deep breath, preparing himself for the day. "We can't let our borders grow weak." Certainly not now. While the Clan itself may have still been feeling the impact of the shock The Great March had left, they couldn't let themselves appear soft to the other Clans. Keeping a strong appearance was vital at a time like this, and he gave his patrol a tense smile before turning towards the entrance of camp, sweeping his tail in a motion to follow as he broke out into a run across the moor.
