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Name: Littlewatcher
Age: 25 moons
Gender: she-cat
Clan: NightClan
Rank: Warrior
Picture:
source + album
Description:
Littlewatcher was named for her small size. Though she dislikes it a bit, it has proven useful in many areas. Largely, she can be unnoticed by much taller cats. Her coat, while not totally dark, blends in well under the foliage. Only the white patches give her away in a darker setting. This provides her with vantage over other bulkier animals, where she is quite comfortable watching unnoticed. That is where the suffix part of her name comes in. A quiet, "wait and see" sort of female, Littlewatcher is content viewing the world. Though she would not call it a marvel, it gives entertainment enough.
The small she-cat is, as stated, a torbie. Patches of autumn colored oranges, browns and blacks make up her features. Her eyes are a dull olive green. They are often either narrowed with some thought or void of expression. It is hard to tell what Littlewatcher is thinking, or even expressing, by facial features alone. Even her body language is concealed, making others assume she is very sneaky. They would be correct. Skulking around in the shadows is what she does best.
Above all else, her fur is of medium length to short. It can be a bit spiky in some places, but nothing quick grooming won't fix. She has a small and slender figure with a long bushy tail.
Description Summary: a small torbie she-cat with green eyes.
Personality:
Littlewatcher is unnaturally curious about the world around her. Inquisitive and intelligent, some would say she is too smart for her own good. Always learning and always wishing to learn, she quietly asks questions or explores for herself. Things are best studied. A loner by nature, she seeks out the company of others if she wants them. Not averse to going on patrol or hunting with others, Littlewatcher is just amused by her own doings. She is self-sufficient despite her small size, refusing the help of larger cats. She prefers to do things for herself and on her own terms. She believes not many cats will accept the true her, so she puts on a facade for the sake of socializing. Though she finds forced conversation dull. A cat who can keep herself amused for hours, the female is quiet and soft-spoken. Though not shy. Just a bit sly.
Littlewatcher tends to think little - or not at all - about others. She has low expectations of the world around here, and far less toward fellow cats. It isn't because she believes herself superior, but because she has unreasonable standards. A cat must be stronger and smarter for her to take an interest. A cut above the rest. Though not so much that she is in competition. No, it's more like they have to be interesting to her. Having a quiet arrogance, Littlewatcher does not reveal much. Her thoughts are more negative than her voice is, which she keeps up for the sake of blending in.
The she-cat can be quite good at twisting her words around for the sake of playing others. She would much rather not lift a paw to get it dirty - she'd rather another cat do it for her. That isn't to say she's lazy; just cautious. She has actual workaholic roots. Hunting, stalking and fighting come naturally - but there is some small and sick joy in allowing others to believe they are more than they actually are. She has opinions about almost everything, which she keeps to herself. Outwardly, she is a dime a dozen when it comes to Clan cats. She is charismatic and good with swaying others.
History:
Littlewatcher started off as Littlekit, the singular cat in her mother's litter. A father was never named, leading some rumors to spring up Littlekit was the product of a cross-clan or forbidden relationship. This was false - her mother had entered into an affair with a tom in the Clan, and both thought it was best to not name the father. No tom stood up to claim the kit either, but Littlekit's mother did not need one. Her daughter was quiet and well-behaved, preferring to watch and learn over acting first. She was obedient, perhaps knowing the strain of raising a kit by herself, she had some respect for her mother.
However, the two never shared a very close bond. Despite her mother carrying her, caring for her, Littlekit never saw any warmth in the she-cat's eyes. She grew up thinking this was normal, beginning to push others away that were annoyingly peppy. Never showing true emotion. A few of her fellow kits felt Littlekit was "weird" but she was always quick to either charm bullies or even mock them quietly. After awhile, the fun of picking on the small cat was gone.
Littlekit spent most of her time alone, pondering small things and wondering about the big ones. She would patiently ask questions, leading her to collect a small brain full of random musings.
This inquisitive nature led her to become Littlepaw. Now an apprentice in NightClan, she is mentored by a cat named Antfur. the tom is much larger, and far less patient to deal with such a small she-cat. He pushes her, sometimes too hard, to succeed. This makes her believe winning was everything, that most things were to be competitive about and success mattered most. Though during this time, she did visit the medicine cat a lot for cuts, bruises and even a sprain or two. Antfur did not let up on making sure his apprentice was successful, even if he was told. Littlepaw's mother encouraged such behavior, even.
So in the end, Littlepaw merely learned to put up with high expectations. And as a result, Antfur entered into a relationship with Littlepaw's mother. He grew more concerned about the mother than the daughter, leading the small cat to be off by herself more than she could count. Antfur had little interest in the apprentice now that he had something for himself. Neglecting his duties, it was left to other mentors to take Littlepaw along. Eventually, she was assigned to another warrior but the damage had already been done. Now expecting Antfur's kits, Littlepaw's mother moved back to the nursery when her daughter reached eleven moons.
The she-cat was happy to this time have a tom to support her, leading her to ignore and even snap at her daughter.
Despite the neglect and favoritism over this litter, Littlepaw completed her warrior training without much fuss. When she was named Littlewatcher, the Clan cheered - save for Antfur and his new mate. The tom largely complained Littlewatcher had "not learned enough" and if she was still his apprentice, she would be held back. Her mother quietly agreed, sneering at her daughter. If this bothered the young cat, she did not show it. Learning to reign in her emotions from an early age, she stood and stared at them. Her mother uttered something about her kit being "broken" before marching off, unnerved.
Littlewatcher was named for her patience. She knew a good opportunity when she saw one. Observant to a fault, she could pluck out weakness. Though she felt her mother was quite weak, the young warrior attempted to get along. After all, the older cat had given her life. Leading her mother away into the woods to allow the pregnant she-cat some time away from the nursery, Littlewatcher and her begin to argue. About nothing in particular, and it was mostly one-sided, but it was enough to draw attention. A fox, sneering over the pregnant cat who can't get away fast enough. Littlewatcher throws herself into protecting her mother, but her heart really wasn't in it. Whether it was error or that, the soon-to-be mother dies at the hands of the fox.
Antfur is devastated when his mate's body is found. Littlewatcher mourns from the medicine cat's den, her small body wracked in scratches and open wounds. By the time a patrol found the two she-cats, the fox had killed the pregnant she-cat, finding the remaining one crying over her mother's cooling frame. The fox is later chased out, mostly unharmed. It is a loss - not just for Littlewatcher's mother but for the small bodies inside of her that never graced the world. The young warrior recovers physically but puts on enough of a show to make it convincing she isn't mentally. Antfur, unable to cope without his mate, disappears a few moons after.
Littlewatcher is left alone in NightClan now. Without her mother and without her old mentor, she has rare friends. Though she seems to prefer it like that, never very outgoing and open toward others. Some claim she is scared of getting close to another cat, for fear of her mother's fate bringing up old memories. They would be wrong, of course, but they didn't need to know that. Playing the part of a grieving daughter, though also a loyal NightClan cat, Littlewatcher continues. Life must go on.
RP Example: N/A
Other: Demisexual orientation
Were You Referred? I can't remember where I saw the ad, but I have been stalking the site for a bit. Glad to be here!
Age: 25 moons
Gender: she-cat
Clan: NightClan
Rank: Warrior
Picture:
source + album
Description:
Littlewatcher was named for her small size. Though she dislikes it a bit, it has proven useful in many areas. Largely, she can be unnoticed by much taller cats. Her coat, while not totally dark, blends in well under the foliage. Only the white patches give her away in a darker setting. This provides her with vantage over other bulkier animals, where she is quite comfortable watching unnoticed. That is where the suffix part of her name comes in. A quiet, "wait and see" sort of female, Littlewatcher is content viewing the world. Though she would not call it a marvel, it gives entertainment enough.
The small she-cat is, as stated, a torbie. Patches of autumn colored oranges, browns and blacks make up her features. Her eyes are a dull olive green. They are often either narrowed with some thought or void of expression. It is hard to tell what Littlewatcher is thinking, or even expressing, by facial features alone. Even her body language is concealed, making others assume she is very sneaky. They would be correct. Skulking around in the shadows is what she does best.
Above all else, her fur is of medium length to short. It can be a bit spiky in some places, but nothing quick grooming won't fix. She has a small and slender figure with a long bushy tail.
Description Summary: a small torbie she-cat with green eyes.
Personality:
Littlewatcher is unnaturally curious about the world around her. Inquisitive and intelligent, some would say she is too smart for her own good. Always learning and always wishing to learn, she quietly asks questions or explores for herself. Things are best studied. A loner by nature, she seeks out the company of others if she wants them. Not averse to going on patrol or hunting with others, Littlewatcher is just amused by her own doings. She is self-sufficient despite her small size, refusing the help of larger cats. She prefers to do things for herself and on her own terms. She believes not many cats will accept the true her, so she puts on a facade for the sake of socializing. Though she finds forced conversation dull. A cat who can keep herself amused for hours, the female is quiet and soft-spoken. Though not shy. Just a bit sly.
Littlewatcher tends to think little - or not at all - about others. She has low expectations of the world around here, and far less toward fellow cats. It isn't because she believes herself superior, but because she has unreasonable standards. A cat must be stronger and smarter for her to take an interest. A cut above the rest. Though not so much that she is in competition. No, it's more like they have to be interesting to her. Having a quiet arrogance, Littlewatcher does not reveal much. Her thoughts are more negative than her voice is, which she keeps up for the sake of blending in.
The she-cat can be quite good at twisting her words around for the sake of playing others. She would much rather not lift a paw to get it dirty - she'd rather another cat do it for her. That isn't to say she's lazy; just cautious. She has actual workaholic roots. Hunting, stalking and fighting come naturally - but there is some small and sick joy in allowing others to believe they are more than they actually are. She has opinions about almost everything, which she keeps to herself. Outwardly, she is a dime a dozen when it comes to Clan cats. She is charismatic and good with swaying others.
History:
Littlewatcher started off as Littlekit, the singular cat in her mother's litter. A father was never named, leading some rumors to spring up Littlekit was the product of a cross-clan or forbidden relationship. This was false - her mother had entered into an affair with a tom in the Clan, and both thought it was best to not name the father. No tom stood up to claim the kit either, but Littlekit's mother did not need one. Her daughter was quiet and well-behaved, preferring to watch and learn over acting first. She was obedient, perhaps knowing the strain of raising a kit by herself, she had some respect for her mother.
However, the two never shared a very close bond. Despite her mother carrying her, caring for her, Littlekit never saw any warmth in the she-cat's eyes. She grew up thinking this was normal, beginning to push others away that were annoyingly peppy. Never showing true emotion. A few of her fellow kits felt Littlekit was "weird" but she was always quick to either charm bullies or even mock them quietly. After awhile, the fun of picking on the small cat was gone.
Littlekit spent most of her time alone, pondering small things and wondering about the big ones. She would patiently ask questions, leading her to collect a small brain full of random musings.
This inquisitive nature led her to become Littlepaw. Now an apprentice in NightClan, she is mentored by a cat named Antfur. the tom is much larger, and far less patient to deal with such a small she-cat. He pushes her, sometimes too hard, to succeed. This makes her believe winning was everything, that most things were to be competitive about and success mattered most. Though during this time, she did visit the medicine cat a lot for cuts, bruises and even a sprain or two. Antfur did not let up on making sure his apprentice was successful, even if he was told. Littlepaw's mother encouraged such behavior, even.
So in the end, Littlepaw merely learned to put up with high expectations. And as a result, Antfur entered into a relationship with Littlepaw's mother. He grew more concerned about the mother than the daughter, leading the small cat to be off by herself more than she could count. Antfur had little interest in the apprentice now that he had something for himself. Neglecting his duties, it was left to other mentors to take Littlepaw along. Eventually, she was assigned to another warrior but the damage had already been done. Now expecting Antfur's kits, Littlepaw's mother moved back to the nursery when her daughter reached eleven moons.
The she-cat was happy to this time have a tom to support her, leading her to ignore and even snap at her daughter.
Despite the neglect and favoritism over this litter, Littlepaw completed her warrior training without much fuss. When she was named Littlewatcher, the Clan cheered - save for Antfur and his new mate. The tom largely complained Littlewatcher had "not learned enough" and if she was still his apprentice, she would be held back. Her mother quietly agreed, sneering at her daughter. If this bothered the young cat, she did not show it. Learning to reign in her emotions from an early age, she stood and stared at them. Her mother uttered something about her kit being "broken" before marching off, unnerved.
Littlewatcher was named for her patience. She knew a good opportunity when she saw one. Observant to a fault, she could pluck out weakness. Though she felt her mother was quite weak, the young warrior attempted to get along. After all, the older cat had given her life. Leading her mother away into the woods to allow the pregnant she-cat some time away from the nursery, Littlewatcher and her begin to argue. About nothing in particular, and it was mostly one-sided, but it was enough to draw attention. A fox, sneering over the pregnant cat who can't get away fast enough. Littlewatcher throws herself into protecting her mother, but her heart really wasn't in it. Whether it was error or that, the soon-to-be mother dies at the hands of the fox.
Antfur is devastated when his mate's body is found. Littlewatcher mourns from the medicine cat's den, her small body wracked in scratches and open wounds. By the time a patrol found the two she-cats, the fox had killed the pregnant she-cat, finding the remaining one crying over her mother's cooling frame. The fox is later chased out, mostly unharmed. It is a loss - not just for Littlewatcher's mother but for the small bodies inside of her that never graced the world. The young warrior recovers physically but puts on enough of a show to make it convincing she isn't mentally. Antfur, unable to cope without his mate, disappears a few moons after.
Littlewatcher is left alone in NightClan now. Without her mother and without her old mentor, she has rare friends. Though she seems to prefer it like that, never very outgoing and open toward others. Some claim she is scared of getting close to another cat, for fear of her mother's fate bringing up old memories. They would be wrong, of course, but they didn't need to know that. Playing the part of a grieving daughter, though also a loyal NightClan cat, Littlewatcher continues. Life must go on.
RP Example: N/A
Other: Demisexual orientation
Were You Referred? I can't remember where I saw the ad, but I have been stalking the site for a bit. Glad to be here!