Post by Dreamer on Apr 16, 2018 22:07:38 GMT
Littlestream  the basics name • Littlekit, Littlepaw nickname • Driuchd Little Dewdrop, Dewy age • in moons gender • Female sexuality • Sadly heterosexual rank • Warrior the looks short description • Intermediate blue spotted bicolor with one blue and one yellow eye. body type• Some weird mix between substantial and cobby so I'm going with Intermediate. overall looks • Littlestream is fairly small compared to the rest of Firthclan, so small in fact that she earned the name Littlekit, and although she grew somewhat, she never reached the same size as many of her Firthclan counterparts, and her lack of huge fluffy fur and thick bone structure often make her seem to be more fragile than other cats. She takes after her mother in that regard, though her mother at least has more fluff form her manx heritage. Her face isnt as severe a wedge as some of her clanmates, more soft and rounded, as is her body, sleeker and softer with rounded edges. She inherited her mother's manx tail, and it is slightly longer than an average bobtail, but not quite half a tail, being one of the more fluffy parts if her body. Her pelt is split almost evenly between a snowy white and lovely blue spotted patches which appear mostly on her back, hind legs, and face. Her eyes, touched by the white, are split, one a lovely blue where touched by the white, the other a sunny yellow. Her paw pads and nose are mottled between pink and pinkish grey where the patches and white meet, though most are a solid of either color. Funnily enough her ears are almost as big as most of her clanmates, and make for a slightly comical appearance on her head. the personality likes - Splashing in puddles - Playing on the beach and looking for trinkets and shells - Big cuddle piles - Challenges dislikes - Grumpy cats - Darkness/Nighttime - Winter (she gets cold easily) - Fighting strengths - Compassion/Empathy - She's a slippery thing, nothing can keep hold of her weaknesses - Fight? Why? Can't we be friends? (As an enemy tries to claw her) - Doesn't think before she leaps dreams - find faeries again fears - being trapped and unable to move overall personality • As small as she is in body, Littlestream makes up for it personality. She is a bubbly chirpy thing, sounding much like an overactive bird. In fact that was her nickname as a kit, and had she had a bird suffix, she easily could have qualified for -step. As it is this she cat has no bounds to her energy and curiosity, constantly flitting from one thing to the next. She loves doing and trying new things, and can get distracted when something interesting pops up on a patrol, though she usually manages to direct her energy better while hunting. One would think these traits made her a bit of an air head. I suppose that might qualify, but she is a sweet and kind one at that. She never hesitates to give cats compliments and smiles when she passes by them, and will stop what she's doing immediately when asked for help. She's quite useful at wrangling kits and apprentices due to her brimming energy, and is usually quite happy to run errands or do random things for people. There is nothing which she considers below her to do. This is both good and bad, as she is often taken advantage of by apprentices seeking to get out of work, as she is cheerfully willing to help and then all they have to do is sneak away and she will finish everything alone. In that way she is a bit naive and innocent. She always believes the best in other cats and is quick to forgive. That means she hasnt gone through any significant trauma as of yet, so it's hard to know how she would deal with it. It may break her. She got her name from her absolute love of water. Unlike her clanmates with their ridiculously fluffy fur, she is slightly less fluffy and bulky, which means she can enjoy the water without being weighed down by it. She spends a lot of time in the water, fishing, frolicking, etc. Unfortunately she has to avoid water during the colder weather, because she is more prone to frostbite from less fur and fat protecting her. And honestly she's not the best swimmer in the clan, but the name was a lovely one, and everyone agreed it was appropriate for the bubbly she cat. the history mother • Kestreltail, 53 moons, Warrior, Dilute spotted torbie with low white and hazel eyes father • Carpscale, 49 moons, Warrior, Spotted amber tabby with low white and amber eyes. siblings • Leopardcloud, Spotted amber torbie, 33 moons Hailstorm, 33 moons, Spotted light Amber with low white other important people • overall history • Kestrelatail and Carpscale had been inseparable since early apprenticeship. They new each other’s every spot, and very nearly could communicate telepathically. That wasnt true of course, but they had the obnoxious habit of finishing each other sentences and staring into each others eyes. They werent just cute, they were the kind of cute that when you looked at them made you want to puke. Worse, their games and riddles were all over the place and in everyone’s faces, from their older apprentice moons to when they had finally become warriors. It was enough to make cats in the clan uncomfortable. But it didnt bother them what any other cat thought. As soon as they were warriors and considered old enough to have kits, they quickly became pregnant. While they were old enough, and technically mature enough, there were plenty of cats who looked on them with nervousness. They hadnt had time to progress in their friendship and relationship, they still had many moons to get to know each other, to be warriors for the clan in their prime. Everyone’s fears seemed to materialize when Kestrel gave birth prematurely. But with Carpscale at her side she powered through and miraculously all three kits were born alive. The two oldest, an Amber tortie and a Light spotted Amber kit, were remarkably healthy for having been born so early. It was the third kit, a tiny blue and white spotted kitten who drew everyone's concern. Both Kestreltail and Carpscale had resigned themselves to the fact that their tiny daughter would not make it, but they still have her a name. After all it would be cruel to send their daughter off without having even a name. So they named her Driuchd and mourned her before she passed. But that's the funny thing. It seems like the weakest can sometime she the strongest. While her siblings gained in leaps and bounds, she grew bit by bit, desperately hanging on to life. And now, Kestreltail had hope. Her tiny dewdrop might survive. And then that hope was nearly crushed when her tiny bundle grew sick and begun to drain away just as she had at birth. So she did something she probably shouldnt have. She brought her little Driuchd to Cuithach. Bathing in the pool while Kestreltail and the Oracle looked on, she suddenly gained new life, and for the first time in her short life let out a loud pitiful wail. Kestreltail pulled her kit from the water and took her home sobbing in relief that all three of her kits were healthy and safe. Still, the kit would never attain the size of her siblings, both due to her illness but also to how her body was built. She inherited her mother's shorter fur, less common to Firthclan, and had to be guarded closely on cooler nights. Eventually she and her siblings gained their names, Leopardkit, Hailkit, and Littlekit. For she was indeed little compared to her siblings, to most kits that the clan had seen. It seemed right to honor that, as well her will to survive. Despite her size, Littlekit kept up with her siblings with little trouble. She had an energy that matched the size of kits thrice her age, and made her presence known very early. She was more curious than any of them, sticking her nose into places and situations in which she didn't belong. Her siblings often had to head her off before she did something she would regret. When they finally taught the kits to swim, they almost waited longer for Littlekit. But she insisted if her sinlings we're to learn, she would learn too. And she jumped into the pool before any cat could stop her. Thankfully she was a natural and took to the water almost as if she were part fish. Kestreltail remembered Cuithachs blessing and almost wondered if she didn't have anything to do with it. As time went on, it became sadly apparent to the family that Littlekit could not sense or see the fae. Kestrel counted it as the price for her healing that long ago. But while her sinlings would often respectfully speak to the air, she would simply stare confused. So since she could not sense the fae, she took to treating every object as if they were fae. She would address puddles before leaving into them, or apologize to butterflies she had surprised from their perch. Whether it worked or even mattered she didn't know, but deep inside she hurt that she couldn't be a part of what the rest of the clan had. Eventually she became an apprentice, being named Littlepaw. She actually had three separate mentors, all different cats she wished to learn from, and she flitted between roles and duties constantly. She was to a degree a jack of all trades, willing to learn from anyone and everyone and help whoever needed it most. As a result her apprenticeship lasted longer than normal, and she only left for her journey around 14 moons. Her journey was quite uneventful. She followed the firth up to the foot of the mountains, then swung around and skirted the borders of the territory south. She spent nearly half the moon on the coast, getting to know the sway of the ocean and it's currents, how it tugged at her paws. She befriended a dolphin, running up and down the coast and chattering in conversation. She finally found a peace with the lack of faeries. The natural world held just as much wonder to her now. When she returned, she was given the name Littlestream and that peace lasted for some time. However eventually she longed for the simplicity of her time but the coast. No clanmates murmuring to their sprites, no supposed sightings of Cuithach swimming right past her, can't she see? She covered it up with her excessive cheer, throwing herself into her work to that hole with anything. Even several seasons later, she is running. From what she doesn't know, but she runs from the hole in her life, and hopes to one day find something to heal it. the genes basic appearance • dominant genes• recessive genes • the role player ooc name • what you wish us to call you experience • how long you've been rping (roughly) other characters • (if more than two or three, just list a couple; use @username please) |