Littlepaw [Shadowclan]
Oct 20, 2013 23:20:20 GMT -6
Post by wish. on Oct 20, 2013 23:20:20 GMT -6
Littlepaw
tom ● six moons ● shadowclan ● apprentice
small ginger tom with olive eyes
A P P E A R A N C E
As his name implies, Littlekit is little. He's tiny for an apprentice - he barely reaches his brother's chin and his brother isn't large by any means. He has a thin, wiry bone structure and shabby fur. His stomach is round and bloated; much like a kitten rather than the lean bodies of his fellow apprentices. He walks with a bounce in his step and a weariness in his eyes. Littlekit is rather ungraceful on his paws, and his small, stringy tail offers nothing to help him balance.
His fur is a dark, burnt ember with rich tabby stripes. He's your typical ginger tom disregarding the usual charm. Unlike his siblings his fur is one solid color. He doesn't have any white splashes or distinguishable marks. His fur is littered in dark amber stripes, curling around his torso in a 'mackerel' pattern. His forearms and face are where the darkest lines lie.
Littlekit's face is small and angled. Although it's still small and kitten-esque, it is perhaps the most mature feature on his body. It's angled and sharp. It isn't rounded like most kits and helps portray his actual age. Still, he has large, round eyes and big ears. The tom's eyes are a captivating shade of green - olive. The pupils are consistently big and govern the majority of his eyes - giving him a curious appearance. He has a small pink nose, and long trailing, white whiskers.
As his name implies, Littlekit is little. He's tiny for an apprentice - he barely reaches his brother's chin and his brother isn't large by any means. He has a thin, wiry bone structure and shabby fur. His stomach is round and bloated; much like a kitten rather than the lean bodies of his fellow apprentices. He walks with a bounce in his step and a weariness in his eyes. Littlekit is rather ungraceful on his paws, and his small, stringy tail offers nothing to help him balance.
His fur is a dark, burnt ember with rich tabby stripes. He's your typical ginger tom disregarding the usual charm. Unlike his siblings his fur is one solid color. He doesn't have any white splashes or distinguishable marks. His fur is littered in dark amber stripes, curling around his torso in a 'mackerel' pattern. His forearms and face are where the darkest lines lie.
Littlekit's face is small and angled. Although it's still small and kitten-esque, it is perhaps the most mature feature on his body. It's angled and sharp. It isn't rounded like most kits and helps portray his actual age. Still, he has large, round eyes and big ears. The tom's eyes are a captivating shade of green - olive. The pupils are consistently big and govern the majority of his eyes - giving him a curious appearance. He has a small pink nose, and long trailing, white whiskers.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
The world's your oyster when you're young. Littlepaw's naive. He doesn't know bad things exist. He's only seen the good part of the world - the part that works in miracles. He doesn't notice that he's small, weak, or different. He doesn't know the odds are against him. The tom tries just as hard any other apprentice and does everything in his power to prove he's just like everyone else. His size doesn't slow him down, instead he embraces it. Littlepaw is naturally curious. He likes to asks question, regardless if they're stupid or not. He wants to know everything. He wants to look at the world and explain what he's looking at.
For someone his size he doesn't take care of himself. Instead of taking precautions, he charges into things without thinking them through. Littlepaw constantly puts himself in dangerous situations just to prove that he's not a baby. He wants everyone to know that he's just as good as they are - if not better. The little apprentice has a mouth on him. Not a rogue's tongue or anything, but rather a tongue that doesn't know when to quit. If someone challenges him, he's going to shoot right back. He's going to brag, and he's going to be quick about it. He won't let anyone bring him down, and this can easily get him into trouble. Fortunately he only pesters his peers; he would never argue with an authority figure.
Disregarding his bragging, Littlepaw is a fairly friendly cat. He doesn't want to get on anyone's bad side and would rather be friends. He just wants to fit in. He spent the majority of his kithood in the medicine cat's den and hardly got to enjoy himself. His apprenticeship is going to challenge him, it's going to push his frail body to the limit and in the end he just wants his denmates to accept him. He doesn't want them to see him as the little runt. He wants them to see him as Littlepaw.
The world's your oyster when you're young. Littlepaw's naive. He doesn't know bad things exist. He's only seen the good part of the world - the part that works in miracles. He doesn't notice that he's small, weak, or different. He doesn't know the odds are against him. The tom tries just as hard any other apprentice and does everything in his power to prove he's just like everyone else. His size doesn't slow him down, instead he embraces it. Littlepaw is naturally curious. He likes to asks question, regardless if they're stupid or not. He wants to know everything. He wants to look at the world and explain what he's looking at.
For someone his size he doesn't take care of himself. Instead of taking precautions, he charges into things without thinking them through. Littlepaw constantly puts himself in dangerous situations just to prove that he's not a baby. He wants everyone to know that he's just as good as they are - if not better. The little apprentice has a mouth on him. Not a rogue's tongue or anything, but rather a tongue that doesn't know when to quit. If someone challenges him, he's going to shoot right back. He's going to brag, and he's going to be quick about it. He won't let anyone bring him down, and this can easily get him into trouble. Fortunately he only pesters his peers; he would never argue with an authority figure.
Disregarding his bragging, Littlepaw is a fairly friendly cat. He doesn't want to get on anyone's bad side and would rather be friends. He just wants to fit in. He spent the majority of his kithood in the medicine cat's den and hardly got to enjoy himself. His apprenticeship is going to challenge him, it's going to push his frail body to the limit and in the end he just wants his denmates to accept him. He doesn't want them to see him as the little runt. He wants them to see him as Littlepaw.
H I S T O R Y
He was born small, really small. The medicine cat pronounced him dead without so much as a glance, it was only seconds later did his furious squeal retract her affirmation. He was alive, and he wanted everyone to know it. Appropriately donned Littlepaw, the tom spent the first few moons of his life bargaining with death. Every other day he was in and out of the medicine cat's den. His body was frail and his immune system could barely handle the things he got himself into.
Littlepaw was jealous of his siblings. They were all bigger than him and they all got to do things he couldn't. He couldn't rough-house, he couldn't explore, and he could barely join them at meal time due to all the pushing and shoving. Instead, he got to watch from the safety of the nursery and play his own games. They weren't that fun, but what could he do? He used to count the sticks for fun, play hide and seek with his mother, and his personal favorite: how many days can I go without getting sick? He once went a week without having to be rushed into the medicine cat's den because they were sure he was going to die.
At six moons he watched his siblings become apprentices. He spent the majority of his life telling himself that his size or that his health wouldn't hinder them - but how could he believe that now? The tom kept himself in his nest for the next few days and not because he was sick. He was depressed. He always kept himself optimistic; hopeful for the day he'd become a warrior; hopeful for the day his body could finally function normally - instead he remained in the nursery until he was seven moons old.
His health was slowly improving and the days between his emergency visits were dwindling - it was only time before Stormstar would give him what he deserved - a chance to be like everyone else.
He was born small, really small. The medicine cat pronounced him dead without so much as a glance, it was only seconds later did his furious squeal retract her affirmation. He was alive, and he wanted everyone to know it. Appropriately donned Littlepaw, the tom spent the first few moons of his life bargaining with death. Every other day he was in and out of the medicine cat's den. His body was frail and his immune system could barely handle the things he got himself into.
Littlepaw was jealous of his siblings. They were all bigger than him and they all got to do things he couldn't. He couldn't rough-house, he couldn't explore, and he could barely join them at meal time due to all the pushing and shoving. Instead, he got to watch from the safety of the nursery and play his own games. They weren't that fun, but what could he do? He used to count the sticks for fun, play hide and seek with his mother, and his personal favorite: how many days can I go without getting sick? He once went a week without having to be rushed into the medicine cat's den because they were sure he was going to die.
At six moons he watched his siblings become apprentices. He spent the majority of his life telling himself that his size or that his health wouldn't hinder them - but how could he believe that now? The tom kept himself in his nest for the next few days and not because he was sick. He was depressed. He always kept himself optimistic; hopeful for the day he'd become a warrior; hopeful for the day his body could finally function normally - instead he remained in the nursery until he was seven moons old.
His health was slowly improving and the days between his emergency visits were dwindling - it was only time before Stormstar would give him what he deserved - a chance to be like everyone else.
