Post by Icy-son on Sept 11, 2010 0:23:39 GMT -5
Name:
Littlewhisker
Gender:
She-cat
Age:
24 moons
Clan:
WindClan
Rank:
Queen
Apprentice:
N/A
Love Interest:
Oaktail ;; Adoptable ;; 39 moons
Kin:
Sedgefur, mother, 54 moons, NPC
Grayclaw, father, 59 moons, NPC
Rainflower, sister, 36 moons, NPC
Poppyfeather, sister, 16 moons, NPC
Kestrelpaw, sister, 9 moons, NPC
Rockfur, brother, 23 Moons, NPC
Barkpelt, brother, 16 Moons, NPC
Brownpaw, brother, 9 Moons, Deceased
Volepaw, brother, 9 Moons, NPC
Shrewkit, brother, 9 Moons, Deceased
Birchkit, son, 4 moons, Hedgie
Beechkit, daughter, 4 moons, Ambie
Briarkit, daughter, 4 moons, Syd
Description:
When you see this young she-cat, the first that you suspect if that she is nothing more than an apprentice. Well, she is so much more than just a small warrior. She can fight just as well as any bulky tom, perhaps even better. Her nimbleness makes her have a larger advantage at battles, where she is quick and lithe. She can give any nasty wound, just look at some of the rogues she fought. They bore marks for life, and she caused them.
Aside from her small structure, she has a thin, smoky gray pelt that hangs to the frame of her body. Her head is mostly a rounded oval shape, and her body is slender but long. Around her tail is a claw mark about the size of a mousetail, one that she got from a border dispute. As you go back to her head, you can see the intensity of her blazing amber eyes, almost like a ghostly sight to the average warrior.
Personality:
Proud, somewhat vain, kind, large ego, ready for battle
Well, even her small size doesn't keep her away from her attitude. Littlewhisker tends to have higher expectations toward her Clanmates, and, on occasion, thinks they are completely worthless. Her alter-ego gets in the way of her kits, and she goes out onto the moors more often since her kits don't need her every second of the day any longer.
She does have her softer spots in her heart, when her days are best. If things go her way, she will spend time with her Clanmates, sharing tongues while attending to her kits as well. Even with all her kindness, there is a consequence to those who disagree with her.
She can be ready for battle. Anytime, any place.
Her ferocity never exposes itself until the brink of a battle, where she can show her many warrior skills. Although, until her kits become apprenticed, she is mostly trapped in camp, since there are no other queens to watch her kits. She keeps a close eye on the Clan, and she shall never let anything break that vow.
History:
Aha, the classic tale of how Littlewhisker came into the world of the warriors. Let me take you back...
Winds blew into a young queen, and she slapped her ears against her skull. It was the time of her kitting, and it was longer than it could be. It was long before dawn it started, and now the sun was beginning to set towards the Sun-drown-place. The queen, Sedgefur, accopanied by her mate, Grayclaw, were hoping to pull through.
Before long, two kits were born, a she-cat and a tom.
Icewhisker, the medicine cat, had brought two more kits into WindClan, and Sedgefur was proud of her kits. She had called the tough-looking tom Rockkit, and Grayclaw dubbed the she-kit as Littlekit.
Although, their kithood was kind of strange. Strange in a way of its own, for Grayclaw left his mate to search for another she-cat of his will. As though it was meant to be, Littlekit and Rockkit grew up without knowing their father too well. Littlekit watched the apprentice's den often, staring at the eldest apprentice, Oakpaw. He had a different way of making her laugh, and it seemed like StarClan was watching their every move.
It became time to move to the apprentice's den, and as Littlepaw and Rockpaw moved in, Oaktail was happy enough to mentor the she-cat that stares at him for days at a time. The two were tight as a mentor and apprentice could be, each having their training debutes and hunting assesments. Although, Littlepaw seemed to know more than her mentor thought.
It seemed like only a moon passed, and they both became warriors. They became Rockfur, the now bulky tom, and Littlewhisker, still bound by battle. She did have a heart for Oaktail, and they began planning. Oh, yes.
Planning...
They became mates after a while, and Littlewhisker was due to have her kits. She spent about two moons in the Nursery, not daring to go to Gatherings until her kits were born. Her desicion was clear, and it seemed the kits knew it too.
They were born about a half-moon from the beginning of Leaf-fall, where the prey was just about to begin disappearing. Littlewhisker stayed with her kits, safely in the Nursery, where no predator or fierce creature ever dare set foot inside of.
Currently, the queen is believing that her kits do not need her as much as beforehand, and she sleeps in the warrior's den most of the time. She does stay faithful to her mate, and hopefully, to her kits for good.
Other:
An Adoptable, made by Syddie~ Taken by ME. xD
Role Play Sample:
Time was passing by, as the sun began to set over the moors and towards the sun-drown-place. A pair of blazing amber eyes stared towards the rolling hills, and a small but noticable smirk was on the she-cat's face.
"So, I was born when the sun set. How romantic." she chuckled to herself, slanting her eyes to make out the sun's current location.
A single wave of heat flowed off the setting light, almost enough to knock her over in suprise. "What the..?" she muttered, making out a single shape on the horizon. It was the size of a badger, yet it was golden. Yes, golden, with long hair. It began barkin- wait, barking?!
"Get back, you mutt!" She spat, unsheathing her claws and raking them down the dog's muzzle. It yelped in suprise, then leaped back. It didn't dare take another step, it just... stood there.
"Well, aren't you going to run or something?" she taunted, and the dog dropped to its belly and rolled on its back. She tilted her head in suspense. How could a dog know what she was saying?
She thought for a second, then flicked her tail. "Follow, worthless phesant." she spat, and the long haired dog followed with no hesitation. Okay, now this was getting too freaky....
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