May 6, 2018 17:12:37 GMT -5
Post by Artemis on May 6, 2018 17:12:37 GMT -5
LITTLEWISH
basicsName: LittlewishAge: 23 moonsGender: FemaleAllegiance: StreamClanRank: WarriorappearanceBasic Appearance:
Littlewish has a small and lithe build with medium long fur. She is a calico cat, meaning that she is mostly white with a few ginger and black patches. Her tail is long, sweeping and sticks out like a brush. (Normally tangled with burr and other pieces of stick.) The tail color is ginger orange and black, without a single drop of white in it at all. She has round white paws, and pink paw pads which matches the color of her nose. Her eyes are bright, round and large, full of curiosity and a glimmer of fun. They are wide and sea-green in color.
personality+ Motherly+ Realist+ Sweet(*) Loyal(*) Mostly Calm(*) Opinionated- Short-Tempered- Too forgiving- Egotistical (In a way)At a first glance, Littlewish looks sweet and almost innocent. For the most part she's sweet, but everyone in her clan knows that she is not innocent. She is very realistic, always looking at the likely side of things, and tends to believe in the positive and negative side of a situation. To kits and younger apprentices, the she-cat is seen as a sort of mother. She is an excellent mother-figure, and loves to take care of the kits. She is happy any day to teach a couple things to some apprentices, even if she doesn't have an apprentice. However, there is a side to Littlewish that not most cats would expect from her. She has a very short temper. If one certain cat gets on her nerves to the point that she snaps, she goes from sweet to evil and ready to rip some cat's fur off. Whether she actually does lay a claw (or all of them) on a cat is completely by chance. There are only a certain few cats who can break her out of her rages, and she will calm down rather quickly if it's the right cat calming her down. One of these cats is her brother, whom she has a pretty close bond with. She doesn't really talk much with her other family members anymore, and sometimes feels lonely while watching other families interact together. If it's for defending her clan and family, Littlewish will put her own life at risk no matter what. Although she may not like some of them, they're still her clanmates and she would do anything for them. She will make a wonderful mother one day, and looks forward to the day when she will have a mate who accepts her for who she is, and can't wait until the day when she gets to raise some furry little bundles of her own.historyWhen Icepool, Littlewish’s mother, was first made a warrior, she was always the center of attention of most of the toms eyes. She was very beautiful; her white fur was always bright and her green eyes were as green as emeralds. To the males, she was like eye candy. Many toms bickered and fought over the right to win the heart of this pretty little she-cat, but Icepool had her heart set out on one particular tom. Quailfur had been her crush since she was an apprentice, and he was only a few moons older than she was. The tom was relatively quiet and didn't show much emotion, but would defend his clan with his life, and that was what she liked about him. At first the white she-cat approached him from afar, but with encouragement from her friends she began to start talking to him every day. Quailfur was very surprised that such a pretty she-cat had taken notice of him, and tried to play it cool with her and not make himself look mouse-brained. However, there came a point when Icepool eventually confessed to Quailfu about her feelings for him, and the tom was very happy. Over the moons that she had started talking to him, he had slowly fallen in love with her, too. He promised to take good care of her, and the two became mates.
After almost 8 moons of being mates, Icepool was happy to announce to her mate and the clan that she was expecting kits. The young couple were very happy at the thought of becoming parents, and 3 moons later on a warm night Icepool went into labor. Eventually, to Quailfur’s delight, 3 tiny little bundles were born to him and his mate. The firstborn kit, a big male kit with black and white patched fur, was named Nightkit. The secondborn, a pitch-black she-cat, was named Littlekit. The last kit, a tiny white she-cat, was named Frostkit. The three kits, much to their parents' surprise, were generally calm and didn't get into much trouble. They would usually play together or poke their heads out of the den a few times, but generally listened to what they were told. At 4 moons old, Littlekit had started developing a personality that her parents didn't like very much. She was too forgiving. If an elder or a mean tom were to cuff her over the ears for no reason, Littlekit would simply say, "I'm sorry!" And forgive the cat who did it right away. Rumors spread through the older warriors that she must not have been a "real StreamClan cat" because she was much too nice. Icepool began to guard her fiercely, hissing if a cat that she didn't like too much would get near Littlekit, and Quailfur would attack any cat who he heard whispering about his beloved daughter. Nightkit would stick up for his sister, usually protecting her from the sharp tongues of the older apprentices. However, Frostkit simply did not do anything. More and more every day, the small white she-cat began to resent her sister. She hated the fact that Littlekit was getting more attention than she was, and whenever Littlekitt would try to find some comfort out of her littermates Frostkit would hiss in annoyance and move to the other side of the den. The poor she-kit would be left confused and wondering why her sister didn't like her any more.
At 6 moons old, just like any other normal apprentice, the three kits became apprentices. Littlepaw and Nightpaw would sleep side by side in the apprentices den, their relationship growing stronger with each passing moon. Frostpaw seemed to disown her whole family altogether, and stayed as far away from them as possible. Littlepaw was given a mentor, a pretty light brown tabby she-cat, who was sweet as well. She taught Littlepaw to start standing up for herself. At first the she-cat was a bit taken aback, but she listened to her mentor's words at all times. For some reason, she knew that her mentor would teach her things that she would always remember. And she was right. One day Littlepaw was minding her own business, resting after a rather long hunting session, when another apprentice approached her and began telling her bad things to her face. The other apprentice was a real jerk, raised by his father to be cruel and unforgiving. The she-cat tried her best to ignore him and not let the hurtful things he said about her stick. After realizing he would not stop no matter how hard she tried, Littlepaw asked him to leave her alone, and was responded with a cuff to the head and the other apprentice telling her that she was "A good-for-nothing stupid she-cat." And then she snapped. With a screech of pure fury, the she-cat launched herself at the other apprentice, her claws unsheathed and her teeth bared. The tom let out a yowl of surprised that was soon replaced with screeches of pain. The young she-cat, although much smaller than the older, larger tom, began tearing pawfulls of fur out of the other apprentice, scratching his face and pelt with no mercy. Blood began to spray the clearing, and the rest of the clan stood around them, so shocked to see the sweet young she-cat snap that they couldn't get themselves to do anything. Finally, snapping himself out of his shock, Nightpaw forced himself through the crowd and grabbed his sister by the scruff, pulling the still-screeching she-cat away from her already half-dead victim, still clawing away. Pinning her to the ground, he screeched at her until she came back to her senses. At first, Littlepaw was confused and couldn't come to terms with what had just happened. The tom that she had beaten senseless scrambled to his paws and ran to the medicine den as fast as he could, and the rest of the clan turned their eyes to Littlepaw once again. Unlike what another clan may do to an apprentice for attacking another, her mentor was pleased that Littleepaw had actually stood up forself and proved that she wasn't just all bark and no bite. She got away without any sort of punishment, and from that day forward others began to watch what they said around her. Rumors about her stopped spreading. Icepool and Quailfur were very proud of their daughter, and began to shower her with even more support than before, always going out of their way to help teach her things that she didn't know. All of this made Frostpaw resent her sister even more than before. After going through all of their training, it was soon concluded by the three cats' mentors that they had nothing left to teach them. The littermates took their needed assessments and passed with flying colors. At 13 moons old, they were finally able to become warriors.
At their warrior ceremony, Littlepaw became Littlewish, Nightpaw became Nightfall, and Frostpaw became Frostclaw. Littlewish began to take more control of her fierce temper, learning that it could be very bad if she didn't find a way to calm her own self down. All this while, Frostclaw distanced herself even more from her sister. She wanted nothing to do with any of them, and acted like a spoiled kit. Eventually, Littlewish knew that it was no use trying to become friends with her again. She was already too far gone. Now, Littlewish has been a warrior for several moons. She is very loyal to her clan, and would never dream of abandoning them for any reason. She hopes to have a mate someday soon, and dreams of becoming a queen. She has yet to completely control her temper.
