Post by Deleted on May 27, 2013 2:15:18 GMT -5
Name: Littlekit - Littlepaw - Littletimber
Age: 15 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: Treeclan
Rank: Warrior (Potential Medicine Cat)
Picture: www.freewebs.com/specklestar123/Pebblestream.jpg
Description: Littletimber is still growing into his body, though he won't grow much bigger. He has sandy brown fur that will growl only a tad shade darker as he grows into his adult body, however along it light shaded fur, he has darker brown stripes that run the length of his body. He is very small compared to the other cats his age. Despite being short, he has a long, lithe body that helps him run quickly, and his small nimble paws help as well. He has narrow shoulders, a narrow head and a long narrow muzzle. Wide perk ears adorn the top of his head and wide, teal-aqua eyes that hold a cold, emotionless gaze. His blank gaze is sometimes disturbing, as if he could look into another cat's soul.
Description Summary: A small sandy brown tabby tom with cold, teal eyes.
Personality: Littletimber is a very odd cat. He's not much of a team effort type, and he enjoys being alone. He slightly weirds him denmates out as they find him almost ghost like in qualities. He is very quite, and the cats his age don't try to talk to him. They find his odd gaze to be quite frightening in the least. Such cold and emotionless eyes basically tell who he is. Cold and emotionless. There isn't much to this small tom, or so his clanmates think. He finds the strangest things to entertain him. Such things include watching as other kill their prey. Stalking his prey but not actually killing it and at times, stalking other warriors. He also tends to be very sneaky. He's been know to disappear and reappear like a ghost out of nowhere, and his cold gaze doesn't help much with how the cats his age or younger picture him. Some of the apprentices his age like to scare the kits and tell them that if they don't sleep then Littletimber will come and get them. Littletimber has very little tolerance for affection, even the slightest but of fur touching will make him hiss. When he does talk, his voice is high pitched and shrill, and he is a bit snappy to add on top of everything else.
History:
Kithood: Littlekit was born to a normal TreeClan warrior by the name of Coldface. She was a silvery tabby who treated her only kit very well. Though she thought it odd that he didn't enjoy the activities of the other kits and kept to himself in the shadows of the nursery. He wasn't one for affection and didn't necessarily like to be near his mother at times. Growing up, Littlekit didn't know who his father was and Coldface never told anyone. But like everything else, nothing seemed to affect the teal eyed youth. The only time Littlekit every got into trouble was when he hurt a little she-kit by the name of Flowerkit. His explanation was that he was experimenting. His mother didn't know quite what that meant, but none the less he was punished for making the other kit bleed. After that, Littlekit was set on a different path than the other kits.
Apprentice: Littlepaw became a warrior apprentice like the others in the nursery with him. He mentored under the less than careful mentor of Rockfoot. Rockfoot tended to be a show-off, always trying to be better than other and think that he could do anything and do it perfectly. Littlepaw didn't really pay attention to his mentor and took on more of a train himself tactice. However, despite his fascination with stalking, he never wanted to actually pounce and kill the prey. He did however, enjoy the battle tactics of using his claws and from stalking up in a tree if he were to ambush a cat below. Littlepaw sleeps in the very back corner of the Apprentice's Den. In the shadows and in the cold, away from the warmth of the other apprentices. Lately he has been finding himself looking at herbs and figuring out which does which when applied to something. He has also been experiencing dreams in which fascinate him. Dreams of the stars and cats coated in star studded pelts with ghostly eyes that seem to match his gaze, but with more emotion and feeling than his emotionless sight. Around the time this started to happen, Rockfoot was killed. He died the way he lived, showing off. Despite the young tom's very small relationship with his former mentor, he decided to sit vigal for the dead tom. Lionstar then named himself as Littlepaw's mentor the remained of his apprentice moons. Littlepaw started to train with the younger apprentice: Featherpaw, along with their leader Lionstar.
Warrior: Littlepaw eventually hit ten moons and was named Littletimber. The last few moons of his apprenticehood, he started having more and more dreams of Starclan, and he continued to ignore it, thinking it was just him. He kept up with his warrior duties and did as he was suppose to, but of course did it by himself. He is still a very anti-social cat and still does not enjoy the touch or affection from others.
RP Example:
The shadows licked over his pelt, bringing the soothing feeling of the cold darkness around him, the young apprentice finally closed his eyes for the first time that night to be washed away in the inky blackness of sleep. With slight stirs every now and then, and the occasional twitch to go along with the soft snores of exhaustion, the dream finally decide to make it's presence in the for-front of the sandy colored tabby's mind. At the peaking dream, the odd twitches and movements ceased as deep sleep finally sank down like an anchor, pulling him away from reality and into the world of dreams.
With large ears perked and moving to catch the barely audible sound of paws against grass, ghostly teal blue eyes decided to open with slow hesitation. Upon their wakening, the young tom was able to sit up and completely view his surrounding with his blank expression, tipping his head to the side. The moon was bright overhead, shining silver down all over the grassing clearing. Trees were off to the side and stars shimmered on every blade of grass, every tip of the branches and every space in the silver sky.
The one thing, or the several things, that stood out the most, where the faded cats that walked around, almost floating. There pelts adorn several colors and types, their eyes bright and wide, but stars coated their pelts as well, stars aligned in their ghostly eyes and stars glittered at their pawsteps as they barely seemed to move. A faint cat started to make it's way towards him, almost completely see-through as she floated up towards him. Barely making out her pelt, she was a calico she-cat with almost dissipated amber eyes.
"Welcome Littlepaw." Her voice was faint, like a whisper in the breeze that one could barely make out, even if they were straining to hear. "I am Whispersong. A former cat of TreeClan." Whispersong spoke in her quiet voice, making Littlepaw lift his already perk ears to hear her words. "It is time Littlepaw. Time to take your next step in life. Time to take your next step as a cat in TreeClan." She dipped her head, her form shimmering as Littlepaw could see other cats through her faint body. "It is time."
Age: 15 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: Treeclan
Rank: Warrior (Potential Medicine Cat)
Picture: www.freewebs.com/specklestar123/Pebblestream.jpg
Description: Littletimber is still growing into his body, though he won't grow much bigger. He has sandy brown fur that will growl only a tad shade darker as he grows into his adult body, however along it light shaded fur, he has darker brown stripes that run the length of his body. He is very small compared to the other cats his age. Despite being short, he has a long, lithe body that helps him run quickly, and his small nimble paws help as well. He has narrow shoulders, a narrow head and a long narrow muzzle. Wide perk ears adorn the top of his head and wide, teal-aqua eyes that hold a cold, emotionless gaze. His blank gaze is sometimes disturbing, as if he could look into another cat's soul.
Description Summary: A small sandy brown tabby tom with cold, teal eyes.
Personality: Littletimber is a very odd cat. He's not much of a team effort type, and he enjoys being alone. He slightly weirds him denmates out as they find him almost ghost like in qualities. He is very quite, and the cats his age don't try to talk to him. They find his odd gaze to be quite frightening in the least. Such cold and emotionless eyes basically tell who he is. Cold and emotionless. There isn't much to this small tom, or so his clanmates think. He finds the strangest things to entertain him. Such things include watching as other kill their prey. Stalking his prey but not actually killing it and at times, stalking other warriors. He also tends to be very sneaky. He's been know to disappear and reappear like a ghost out of nowhere, and his cold gaze doesn't help much with how the cats his age or younger picture him. Some of the apprentices his age like to scare the kits and tell them that if they don't sleep then Littletimber will come and get them. Littletimber has very little tolerance for affection, even the slightest but of fur touching will make him hiss. When he does talk, his voice is high pitched and shrill, and he is a bit snappy to add on top of everything else.
History:
Kithood: Littlekit was born to a normal TreeClan warrior by the name of Coldface. She was a silvery tabby who treated her only kit very well. Though she thought it odd that he didn't enjoy the activities of the other kits and kept to himself in the shadows of the nursery. He wasn't one for affection and didn't necessarily like to be near his mother at times. Growing up, Littlekit didn't know who his father was and Coldface never told anyone. But like everything else, nothing seemed to affect the teal eyed youth. The only time Littlekit every got into trouble was when he hurt a little she-kit by the name of Flowerkit. His explanation was that he was experimenting. His mother didn't know quite what that meant, but none the less he was punished for making the other kit bleed. After that, Littlekit was set on a different path than the other kits.
Apprentice: Littlepaw became a warrior apprentice like the others in the nursery with him. He mentored under the less than careful mentor of Rockfoot. Rockfoot tended to be a show-off, always trying to be better than other and think that he could do anything and do it perfectly. Littlepaw didn't really pay attention to his mentor and took on more of a train himself tactice. However, despite his fascination with stalking, he never wanted to actually pounce and kill the prey. He did however, enjoy the battle tactics of using his claws and from stalking up in a tree if he were to ambush a cat below. Littlepaw sleeps in the very back corner of the Apprentice's Den. In the shadows and in the cold, away from the warmth of the other apprentices. Lately he has been finding himself looking at herbs and figuring out which does which when applied to something. He has also been experiencing dreams in which fascinate him. Dreams of the stars and cats coated in star studded pelts with ghostly eyes that seem to match his gaze, but with more emotion and feeling than his emotionless sight. Around the time this started to happen, Rockfoot was killed. He died the way he lived, showing off. Despite the young tom's very small relationship with his former mentor, he decided to sit vigal for the dead tom. Lionstar then named himself as Littlepaw's mentor the remained of his apprentice moons. Littlepaw started to train with the younger apprentice: Featherpaw, along with their leader Lionstar.
Warrior: Littlepaw eventually hit ten moons and was named Littletimber. The last few moons of his apprenticehood, he started having more and more dreams of Starclan, and he continued to ignore it, thinking it was just him. He kept up with his warrior duties and did as he was suppose to, but of course did it by himself. He is still a very anti-social cat and still does not enjoy the touch or affection from others.
RP Example:
The shadows licked over his pelt, bringing the soothing feeling of the cold darkness around him, the young apprentice finally closed his eyes for the first time that night to be washed away in the inky blackness of sleep. With slight stirs every now and then, and the occasional twitch to go along with the soft snores of exhaustion, the dream finally decide to make it's presence in the for-front of the sandy colored tabby's mind. At the peaking dream, the odd twitches and movements ceased as deep sleep finally sank down like an anchor, pulling him away from reality and into the world of dreams.
With large ears perked and moving to catch the barely audible sound of paws against grass, ghostly teal blue eyes decided to open with slow hesitation. Upon their wakening, the young tom was able to sit up and completely view his surrounding with his blank expression, tipping his head to the side. The moon was bright overhead, shining silver down all over the grassing clearing. Trees were off to the side and stars shimmered on every blade of grass, every tip of the branches and every space in the silver sky.
The one thing, or the several things, that stood out the most, where the faded cats that walked around, almost floating. There pelts adorn several colors and types, their eyes bright and wide, but stars coated their pelts as well, stars aligned in their ghostly eyes and stars glittered at their pawsteps as they barely seemed to move. A faint cat started to make it's way towards him, almost completely see-through as she floated up towards him. Barely making out her pelt, she was a calico she-cat with almost dissipated amber eyes.
"Welcome Littlepaw." Her voice was faint, like a whisper in the breeze that one could barely make out, even if they were straining to hear. "I am Whispersong. A former cat of TreeClan." Whispersong spoke in her quiet voice, making Littlepaw lift his already perk ears to hear her words. "It is time Littlepaw. Time to take your next step in life. Time to take your next step as a cat in TreeClan." She dipped her head, her form shimmering as Littlepaw could see other cats through her faint body. "It is time."