Post by hedgiefish on Apr 23, 2011 14:37:38 GMT -6
<---- LITTLEWHISKER
Tom, 25 Moons
RANK: Warrior
ALLIANCE: Brookclan
APPEARANCE: small white tom with pale green eyes.
PERSONALITY:
Littlewhisker really is a sweet tom. he's always willing to do something for someone else, no matter the cost. he has always been that way, a helping hand since he could really understand the world. It's always do this, do that, do everything. he's too nice for him own good, too quick to care and to trust. Littlewhisker is a smart tom, but it's so easy to win him over. Pull the right strings, and you can get whatever you want from him whether it's prey, training..he'll take anyone's apprentice off their paw's if they ask..or..Really, he'll do anything you ask if you play the right cards. Act pitiful, needy, lost and alone...Anything. he's not gullible, and he does tend to doubt him own heart, but he's such a softie. it's practically impossible for him to say no.
Littlewhisker's a pretty friendly cat. Not exactly a social butterfly, but how can you have an unending urge to help and not be a friendly creature? Littlewhisker will talk and chatter away if he feels that's the necessary right to go. He's an easily influenced tom, and he'll do what he's told. It has to be done, because someone'll benefit in the end, and if someone benefits...he's done his job right. Littlewhisker happens to look just a bit older than he actually is, only because he's stressed half the time. His unconcious searching for those in need leaves him without much time for rest. This cat rarely has time for himself, but he's never known a time when he has. Growing up, it was helping him parents , then helping the other apprentices with chores, and then it changed to helping every other cat in between.
Deep down, there's a gnawing, nervous feeling in his stomach that he's just one big mistake. That everything he's been doing is wrong, that his clan deserves a better warrior because he obviously isn't doing a good enough job. That the cat's he's assisted have fallen back again....There's a lot of doubt, but he keeps on going.
Because...maybe...he'll get it really right the next time.
REASON FOR NAME: Little for his small size
Whisker for his tracking abilites (Even if he doesn't think they're that great.)
FAMILY:
Mothfoot-Mother, NPC, 50 Moons
Frostfang-Father, NPC, 54 moons
Owlpaw-Sister, Deceased, 12 Moons
HISTORY: Littlewhisker, born as Littlekit, was the first-born in Mothfoot's first and only littler. The dainty little she-cat, only carrying two kits, gave birth to two small kits. Littlekit, though bigger than his sister, was small for a tom and was given his name because of it. Owlkit was certainly the runt of the litter, and since they were both so small, there was always a doubt that she would make it. She managed to survive, a pale-brown shadow to her white-furred sibling. Since she always followed him around his parents told him it was his responsibility to help her if she ever needed it.
Which, since this was Owlkit, was a lot.
constanly makig sure she wasn't knocked over by bigger cats,(which meant he got knocked over quite a lot.) making her food was just the right size for her to swallow...running her to the medicine cat when things weren't quite right...which was also often, since Owlkit was often sick with something...but she had spunk, and he admired her for it. She was determined, more so than her meek and mild brother, to become a warrior. eventually, the apprentices figured out that he was so easy to influence, and they had him "helping" with all their chores. Cleaning out the elder's moss, babysitting younger siblings..saving that extra piece of prey for them...all sorts of things.
Littlekit didn't mind. He enjoyed being of some help.
Somehoe, Owlkit managed to become Owlpaw, and Littlepaw was still by her side, doing the same jobs he'd always done. They were, probably just by their leader's intuition, paired them with two sibling mentors who allowed the two young cats the train together. The other apprentices still carried on like they always had piling all their unwanted work onto Littlepaw. He continued on with this behavior, despite his sister's protests. maybe it was the stress he caused her, or maybe it was the strain of the training, but Owlpaw spent a good bit of her time as an apprentice in the medicine cat's den. They both made it to twelve moons, after many mishaps and the assurance of their mentors that each had brilliant skills: Littlepaw seemed to have a knack for tracking and when she wasn't too sick, Owlpaw was an excellent hunter.
Sadly, just before the two were about to be assesesed, Owlpaw fell ill. This time seemed different, because she didn't even have the strength to argue. She was, it seemed, at the end of her rope. Littlepaw continued on, and on the day when they were both to be named as warriors, it was only Littlepaw who received the name. Owlpaw was still trying to fight off whatever was ailing her, but she lasted only a few days after the ceremony before Starclan took her away. Littlewhisker was completely crushed. In some way, it was his fault. He hadn't kept a good enough eyes on her, or maybe that little bit of fish was too dirty...
It just couldn't have been the natural swing of things.
That wouldn't have been fair.
After losing their daughter, Littlewhisker's parents decided it wasn't safe for them to bring another litter into the world, and settled into a life of watching their remaining kit grow. He continued on the way he had, but with no Owlpaw to portect and care for, there was more time for him to do everything for everyone else.
And business is still continuing as usual.
RP EXAMPLE: Nettlepaw's bio.
PASSWORD: [fae edit]
