Post by Littlestar on Oct 10, 2013 12:58:36 GMT -6
Name: Littlestar
Formerly: Littlepaw, Littlesong
Age: fifty moons
Gender: she-cat
Loyalty: mistclan
Build: generally small she-cat, well muscled.
Pelt: short fur, white pattern.
Markings: scars over her left shoulder from an attack with a badger.
Eyes: light green
Other: none.
Reference: click
Likes:
- hunting
- fighting
- kits
- being alone
- silence
- patience
Dislikes:
- anger
- stupidity
- ignorance
- selfishness
- loud noises
- thunderstorms
Strengths:
- calming
- determined
- stable
- supportive
- intelligent
Weaknesses:
- distanced
- sarcastic
- witty
- selfless
- protective
Fears:
- thunderstorms
- spiders
Personality:
(Witty) She is known for her witty and rather quick tongue. She is quick to crack a joke to relieve tension and that was part of the reason why she was chosen as deputy because even though things were serious, she managed to make the most of it and make other cats smile. She often helped Minnowstar, the previous leader, with his rants because she could always come up with a witty comeback that would stop him in his tracks.
(Calming) Littlestar has a calming aura. She speaks with a soft voice and is known for the fact that she almost never yells. She has the ability to calm most cats when they are upset and when she can't she will try to take their mind off of it in some other way.
(Determined) Littlestar is anything but weak. She may look small and fragile, but she is a determined cat with a strong will. She is hardly one to back down and because she is leader, this is a good thing for her. There were several times when she was deputy that she and Minnowstar butted heads, but the two were good friends all the same.
(Sarcastic) Her biggest flaw is her sarcasm. She is often quick to come up with a sarcastic remark rather than a serious one. It has gotten her in trouble several times through-out her life, but this little she-cat has never been one to let down her guard or her personality. She is a go big or go home kind of cat.
(Stable) She is a stable cat, often able to hold her own emotions in while other cats are hurting and is able to push through it fairly quickly. When Minnowstar passed, for instance, the she-cat spent more time consoling her clan mates then grieving herself. She grieved on her own time, when other cats were able to take care of themselves or didn't need her, which wasn't very often.
(Supportive) She is supportive of her clan and her clan mates and would do anything to make them succeed and grow to the best of their potential. She believes strongly in second chances and wants nothing more than to see her clan healthy and happy. She is quick to aid her clan-mates and will talk to them and make sure they have everything they need and are happy before she will worry about herself.
(Self-less) She is sometimes so supportive and helpful to other cats that Littlestar forgets to take care of herself. Her medicine cat often has to pull her aside and remind her that while she is doing a great job, if she doesn't take a little time for herself, she will only hurt the clan rather than help it.
(Distanced) While she is a cat who will do anything for anyone else, she will not ask for help or talk to anyone about her problems. She is one to muster and think over them rather than allow someone else to do it for her. She has often found that she has butted heads with her medicine cat over this, but other than that, this has been what has worked for Littlestar all of her fifty moons, and she really sees no point in stopping now.
Sire: Shallowwind
Dam: Goldentail
Littermates: Shadewhisker &
Birthplace: In the MistClan nursery.
History:
AN INNOCENT CHILD
50 moons ago, on a stormy new-leaf night, a small litter of kits was born to Shallowwind and Goldentail of MistClan. The litter consisted of three kits, one by the name of Shadekit, one named Graykit, and the third and final named Littlekit. Littlekit had been the runt of the litter and the smallest in the nursery for her entire six moons she had spent in there. She grew slowly and when she did grow, it never seemed to be enough. Many cats were convinced she was sick, but while the cat was merely overwhelmingly small, she has always been healthy. The family was blessed with good health, and all the kits survived.
During kithood, Littlekit and her brothers would often play pretend that they were leaders of the clan. Because Littlestar was so little, she was often beat out of the position of MistClan leader, but the irony of it all was merely a foreshadow of the days that she lives in now. The kits were all close, and grew closer after the death of their father, which happened when they were four moons old. He was killed by a rogue who had crossed into MistClan territory. Shallowwind was devastated and while she tried to take care of her kits to the best of her abilities, it often seemed that her kits took care of her.
LEARNING WHO SHE IS.
Littlekit became Littlepaw when she was six moons old. The she-cat was assigned to a big burly warrior, under the name of Minnowtail. Minnowtail was deputy of MistClan and shortly became leader half way through her apprentice ship. But he remained her mentor because he found he had a connection with the little she-cat and the two became very good friends during their time together. Littlepaw was quick to learn, though often had difficulties in fighting because of her size and because of how much bigger Minnowtail was than she. She was made a warrior a moon after she had begun to pin him every time they fought, because he recognized how much more work she had to use to do so. Most apprentices were nearly the size of their mentor by the time they were made warriors. Littlepaw was a little over half his size. And in his heart, she was precious to him.
Life of a Warrior.
Littlepaw was made Littlesong when she was thirteen moons old, a moon after her brothers, but with reason. She never doubted Minnowstar's decision and learned to trust him and all the cats she sparred with, with her life. Littlesong was a good fighter and an excellent hunter and would often leave the camp and come back with three or four rabbits at a time, dragging them behind her. Most warriors saw this sight and had to stifle a laugh before they could help her because she was only about three fourths of their size. Littlesong was given her first apprentice when she was twenty - nine moons old and his name was Briarpaw. The two hit it off immediately. Briarpaw had been a quick tongued, talkative cat, and with Littlesong's calming and quiet personality, the two balanced out very well.
Briarpaw was killed by a dog when he was eight moons old, having gone out of camp with another apprentice. The other apprentice survived, but Littlesong blamed herself for not being there. No one blamed her, and many tried to console her, including Minnowstar, but she accepted the sympathy from no one. She bounced back rather quickly, and was given her second apprentice, a little she-cat by the name of Heatherpaw when she was thirty-five moons. Since then, she has been more protective over her apprentices and clan-mates and often hates when apprentices go out alone, not because she doesn't trust them, but because she means well.
THE TEACHER STILL TEACHES.
A clan meeting was signaled the night of Winterclaw's death. Winterclaw had been the previous Mistclan deputy. The tom had passed from a badger whom had wandered into the clan's territory. With his death, MistClan also lost Littlesong's brother, Graytail and another apprentice whom had not been able to get away from the fight. The entire clan was grieving, but the announcement brought them a little consolation because many cats knew that Littlesong was right for the job. She was a solitary cat, often finding herself too... distanced to have a tom in her life. There were rumors of her and Minnowstar flying all over the camp, but none of them were true. In the end, Littlesong was a happy she-cat and was rather shocked by his decision. Most cats were, from the fact that she had been his apprentice, and not quite worthy to become deputy. But no one questioned his decision, because they had faith in Minnowstar
WHERE HAVE YOU GONE?
Littlesong became Littlestar two moons ago, after the passing of Minnowstar, who lost his final life saving her from a fox. The two were close friends and it was earth-shattering for Littlestar, but she grieves slowly over him. She often dreams of her days with him, and wonders if he had been her love and now if she will be alone forever. Not that it would really matter. She is a solitary cat... she was one that was not well with company. Minnowstar had been her exception. The lives she received were in the order of courage, selflessness, love, patience, understanding, protection, kindness, forgiveness, and guidance.
Alias: dannimarie
Gender: girlll
Age: 18
Experience: 8 years
Sample: Taken from another site.
The return of the dawn patrol had brought bad news for WindClan. Littlestar had been awake most of the night, tossing and turning in her nest instead of getting any real sleep. She was thinking about Minnowstar again. Her good friend who had passed only moons before and had left her a clan of her own to lead. It wasn't that she was afraid to lead a clan. It was that he was now gone. She could have handled this if he would still have been there. To teach her, to show her the way. Or even merely to be there to talk to. But instead, he was gone. And with him, went a lot of cats' peace of mind in WindClan. Many cats worried that a cat as small as Littlestar was incapable of protecting a clan. That she wasn't able to do her duty because she was too soft, too kind. While the she-cat was indeed all of these things, she had proved herself time and time again over the last two moons. And today would be no exception.
Littlestar. We ran into a ThunderClan patrol this morning, they were tracking something. After a little investigating, we also ran across the scent trail of a fox. It is right on our border. The white she-cat sat in the center of camp, the patrol surrounding her. Two warriors and an apprentice, who looked terrified out of his mind. The little she-cat let out a calm breath and closed her eyes, attempting to clear her head of everything but the problem at hand. "Thank you, Blacknose and Rosethorn. Can you two please take care of Shadowpaw and make sure he is feeling all right. I will gather another patrol immediately and we will set out to ThunderClan." She watched as the warriors exchanged skeptical glances, but nodded none the less and went off on their way.
Littlestar set off toward the meeting stone, her head held high and her tail tip twitching with anticipation. She wanted strong cats, knowing if they crossed paths with a fox that she would need back up. She was a good fight, but a fox was a great size difference compared to the little white she-cat. Littlestar crouched and leaped, her muscles rippling beneath her pelt before she cleared her throat and yowled. "Let all cats who are old enough to run the moors meet for a clan meeting." The she-cat stood where she was, calmly waiting for other cats to gather beneath her. It was slow at first, but finally a large stream of warriors came from the warriors den and she nodded.
"The dawn patrol returned this morning with grave news for WindClan. We have a fox on our border with ThunderClan. I am in need of another warrior to assist me in a journey to ThunderClan's camp. I would like, for the mean time, all training to be put on hold until we have determined that it is safe in the clearing once more!' She leaped from the stone and immediately was approached by her own brother, Shadewhisker. She nodded slowly, knowing she could think of no other cat she could trust. "Let us go."
The brother, sister pair set off from WindClan camp side-by-side with ears erect and muscles taunt. They were anxious, and what cat wouldn't be with a fox in the territory. It seemed like when a fox came into play, it was like nerves were vamped up and everyone became irritable. And to be honest, Littlestar despised it. She hated knowing that she couldn't calm her entire clan, but didn't always blame herself for it. It wasn't like they all had the ability to trust her. She didn't expect them all to, she just hoped that a good portion did.
Listen, what is that? Her brother's voice interrupted the she-cat's thoughts. The sound of grunts and growls were sounding from the clearing. A snarl from a fox sounded, and instantly Littlestar was racing toward the clearing, fur fluffing up and claws extending. Her brother was stunned slightly before bounding after her. The she-cat raced into the clearing, running full speed and tackling the brute off the cat. She didn't look to see who it was. Instead, the she-cat set to work on the fox. Her claws dug deep into it's fur as they rolled away from the other cat and a snarl formed in the little she-cat's throat. Shadewhisker found himself stunned by his sister's brute strength, especially with her small size, but was quickly snapped out of it when the fox snapped it's jaws around her shoulder. Littlestar let out a growl of anger and pain and Shadewhisker lowered himself to a crouch, his tail lashing, about ready to strike.
Littlestar. We ran into a ThunderClan patrol this morning, they were tracking something. After a little investigating, we also ran across the scent trail of a fox. It is right on our border. The white she-cat sat in the center of camp, the patrol surrounding her. Two warriors and an apprentice, who looked terrified out of his mind. The little she-cat let out a calm breath and closed her eyes, attempting to clear her head of everything but the problem at hand. "Thank you, Blacknose and Rosethorn. Can you two please take care of Shadowpaw and make sure he is feeling all right. I will gather another patrol immediately and we will set out to ThunderClan." She watched as the warriors exchanged skeptical glances, but nodded none the less and went off on their way.
Littlestar set off toward the meeting stone, her head held high and her tail tip twitching with anticipation. She wanted strong cats, knowing if they crossed paths with a fox that she would need back up. She was a good fight, but a fox was a great size difference compared to the little white she-cat. Littlestar crouched and leaped, her muscles rippling beneath her pelt before she cleared her throat and yowled. "Let all cats who are old enough to run the moors meet for a clan meeting." The she-cat stood where she was, calmly waiting for other cats to gather beneath her. It was slow at first, but finally a large stream of warriors came from the warriors den and she nodded.
"The dawn patrol returned this morning with grave news for WindClan. We have a fox on our border with ThunderClan. I am in need of another warrior to assist me in a journey to ThunderClan's camp. I would like, for the mean time, all training to be put on hold until we have determined that it is safe in the clearing once more!' She leaped from the stone and immediately was approached by her own brother, Shadewhisker. She nodded slowly, knowing she could think of no other cat she could trust. "Let us go."
The brother, sister pair set off from WindClan camp side-by-side with ears erect and muscles taunt. They were anxious, and what cat wouldn't be with a fox in the territory. It seemed like when a fox came into play, it was like nerves were vamped up and everyone became irritable. And to be honest, Littlestar despised it. She hated knowing that she couldn't calm her entire clan, but didn't always blame herself for it. It wasn't like they all had the ability to trust her. She didn't expect them all to, she just hoped that a good portion did.
Listen, what is that? Her brother's voice interrupted the she-cat's thoughts. The sound of grunts and growls were sounding from the clearing. A snarl from a fox sounded, and instantly Littlestar was racing toward the clearing, fur fluffing up and claws extending. Her brother was stunned slightly before bounding after her. The she-cat raced into the clearing, running full speed and tackling the brute off the cat. She didn't look to see who it was. Instead, the she-cat set to work on the fox. Her claws dug deep into it's fur as they rolled away from the other cat and a snarl formed in the little she-cat's throat. Shadewhisker found himself stunned by his sister's brute strength, especially with her small size, but was quickly snapped out of it when the fox snapped it's jaws around her shoulder. Littlestar let out a growl of anger and pain and Shadewhisker lowered himself to a crouch, his tail lashing, about ready to strike.