Post by tiny on Jun 20, 2013 11:33:16 GMT -6
Name:
Smallkit Smallpaw Smallbrook
Clan:
RiverClan
Rank:
Apprentice/Deputy
Age:
8 1/2 Moons
Gender:
She-cat
Picture (Optional):
Description:
Smallpaw is as her name suggests a small cat. She has a very small frame which is her biggest limitation. Her pelt consists of orange tabby fur all over, with hints of ginger underneath. Her front two paws are tipped with white. The back two paws are decorated with darker orange fur than what is on her body. The most unusual part of her would have to be her whiskers, they are long and wispy which is quite amusing on her little body. Smallpaw’s body has zero fat on it, due to her forgetting to eat when she is so busy with clan life, and what weight is on her body is muscle. Her small size does come in handy for hunting and any situation she needs to be agile in. Stealth is one of her best attributes. And finally we come to her eyes, which are a beautiful blue/green color and complement her pelt well.
Personality:
Firecracker, Brash, Loyal, Protective
Smallpaw is not a cat you want to mess with or call names. She may be little in size, but she makes up for it in her personality. She is very feisty at times and has quite the temper. It would be a good idea not to get on her bad side. She has quite the sharp tongue and uses it quite often.
She is very loyal to her clan and would do anything for the majority of her clanmates. To those certain few that are considered her best friends she will protect them with everything she has. True, she may not be great at fighting but that doesn’t stop her from trying. Say something bad about one of her friends…seriously. Do that and you might want to find yourself a new face. Then again, Smallpaw can be friendly if she wants to.
Her biggest weakness is her fighting ability, and it is quite apparent by her size that it was never going to be her forte. Due to her small size, she is normally the cat to sit out when a battle occurs. When it came time to trying to train Smallpaw to fight, her mentor was too afraid to train her too much. She was far too little and fragile looking. So instead her training was focused more on hunting. She is an excellent hunter. Her mentor was going to go into more depth in fighting, but he died in the great battle.
Smallpaw doesn’t see anything as a challenge and thinks she can do anything she sets her mind to. She rushes into decisions without thinking them through, which causes her to get into trouble quite frequently. These decisions can be quite brash and you never know what she is going to do. Most will occur right at the last minute, and once her mind is set, don’t think you can win an argument against that. She is working on this, and it is actually becoming one of her best traits.
Sometimes you will find Smallpaw working so hard that she has forgotten to eat a meal. The one cat that really can’t afford to lose a meal easily forgets. She has a hard time remembering when it comes to eating, something she has struggled with almost all her life. She has to be constantly checked up on in the food department. Just a subtle reminder to grab something, or just shoving food in front of her does quite a good bit for the clan.
History:
Smallpaw has had quite the peaceful life, wonderful doting parents, and even grandparents who loved her. She was born to two warriors in the clan who were excited for their first litter of kits. She was born with two siblings, a brother and sister. Her sister was the largest in the litter, and the first to arrive in the clan. She was dubbed Bigkit. The second born kit was the only tom of the litter, Frogkit. The tom was of average size, and looked quite small compared to his larger sister. Finally came Smallkit, appropriately named for her small size.
The kits thrived, even Smallkit who seemed to want to play more than eat. It was a wonder that the little kit survived at all. She barely ate anything and pretty much was held down so she would eat. When greencough came around it became quite ironic. Both Bigkit and Frogkit fell ill, and Smallkit was placed in the medicine cat’s den in hopes she would not catch the disease. Luckily the smallest kit did not have to worry about it. Although her siblings did not share her same fate, both died within the next week. The biggest mystery became how did Smallkit survive and the other two not? They were bigger, stronger, and much healthier.
Time passed and Smallkit still didn’t grow. She gained an inch of height, but still had zero fat on her body. Smallkit became Smallpaw and had a mentor that trained her well. He understood that his apprentice would need a different kind of training. Battle skills were not needed for Smallpaw, she was too breakable. The main focus became hunting and tracking, both at which she excelled. Her small size gave her the advantage of being quick and light on her paws. Although anything bigger than a mouse was hard for her to catch…and still is to this day. She was in and out of the medicine cat den quite frequently with just simple things, illnesses that normal, healthy cats could easily shake quickly. But not this little cat.
She is still a small little ball of fur and can easily be mistaken for a kit. That doesn’t stop her from adapting to what she needs to do. If she is in a difficult area to hunt, sometimes she may have to be carried. Oh how she hates this! She finds ways to try and use her small size to her advantage. She has been mistaken for one of the queen’s kits in the past moon. (Not her proudest moment).
During the great battle, Smallpaw was put in charge of helping to guard the camp. She was slightly weak from being in the medicine cat’s den for the past few days. She had caught some disease from another apprentice, and It had landed her a bed in the medicine cat den. But while everyone was gone, she was out hunting for when they returned, so their bellies would be full. She assisted in whichever way she could.
Example of rping (IC):
(This is of my character, Kestrelstream. I can type one up of Smallpaw if I need to.)
At this time of day it probably wasn’t wise for a newly made warrior to go out on her own into the territory…especially without telling anyone. The she-cat had just been so excited and eager to get up and get moving she had gotten up before dawn even struck. She had just glanced at the fresh-kill pile to see it was low and decided on hunting. Anything she could help the clan, she would definitely do. The calico she-cat had just been made a warrior within the past few days. It had been the best day of her life, and having her brother named a warrior with her was a dream come true.
Kestrelstream had barely slept the previous night, so many thoughts swirling through her brain. She had ended up waking her brother up from her constant shuffling. After apologizing, she had decided it would be better for her to get up and moving and actually do something. Her brother had just grunted, and gone back to sleep. And that is how she got to this point. She allowed her paws to take her wherever they wanted to go. Hunting down a few pieces of prey was always a good idea, and Kestrelstream had nothing better to do.
Already on her journey through the woods, the she-cat had located a squirrel and buried it alongside a mouse she had caught. Looking up into the sky, Kestrelstream saw the faint sign of dawn. Well…at least she had gotten a few things for the clan. But she still felt so energized and needed something to do. Her ears perked up at the sound of fluttering nearby. Maybe a nice bird would do to round out her hunting trip. Just as she was turning around to grab it and leapt into the air, it flew away and Kestrelstream landed awkwardly on a rock. Shaking her head to clear it, she sighed at how foolish she had just been. Maybe she should just cut her loss and head back to camp. But just as she took a step, she felt a searing pain in her paw. What exactly had she done to it? Letting out a mewl of not only frustration, but pain aswell, she realized it would be some time before another cat came along hunting, everyone was just now starting to wake up.
Clan:
RiverClan
Rank:
Apprentice/Deputy
Age:
8 1/2 Moons
Gender:
She-cat
Picture (Optional):
Description:
Smallpaw is as her name suggests a small cat. She has a very small frame which is her biggest limitation. Her pelt consists of orange tabby fur all over, with hints of ginger underneath. Her front two paws are tipped with white. The back two paws are decorated with darker orange fur than what is on her body. The most unusual part of her would have to be her whiskers, they are long and wispy which is quite amusing on her little body. Smallpaw’s body has zero fat on it, due to her forgetting to eat when she is so busy with clan life, and what weight is on her body is muscle. Her small size does come in handy for hunting and any situation she needs to be agile in. Stealth is one of her best attributes. And finally we come to her eyes, which are a beautiful blue/green color and complement her pelt well.
Personality:
Firecracker, Brash, Loyal, Protective
Smallpaw is not a cat you want to mess with or call names. She may be little in size, but she makes up for it in her personality. She is very feisty at times and has quite the temper. It would be a good idea not to get on her bad side. She has quite the sharp tongue and uses it quite often.
She is very loyal to her clan and would do anything for the majority of her clanmates. To those certain few that are considered her best friends she will protect them with everything she has. True, she may not be great at fighting but that doesn’t stop her from trying. Say something bad about one of her friends…seriously. Do that and you might want to find yourself a new face. Then again, Smallpaw can be friendly if she wants to.
Her biggest weakness is her fighting ability, and it is quite apparent by her size that it was never going to be her forte. Due to her small size, she is normally the cat to sit out when a battle occurs. When it came time to trying to train Smallpaw to fight, her mentor was too afraid to train her too much. She was far too little and fragile looking. So instead her training was focused more on hunting. She is an excellent hunter. Her mentor was going to go into more depth in fighting, but he died in the great battle.
Smallpaw doesn’t see anything as a challenge and thinks she can do anything she sets her mind to. She rushes into decisions without thinking them through, which causes her to get into trouble quite frequently. These decisions can be quite brash and you never know what she is going to do. Most will occur right at the last minute, and once her mind is set, don’t think you can win an argument against that. She is working on this, and it is actually becoming one of her best traits.
Sometimes you will find Smallpaw working so hard that she has forgotten to eat a meal. The one cat that really can’t afford to lose a meal easily forgets. She has a hard time remembering when it comes to eating, something she has struggled with almost all her life. She has to be constantly checked up on in the food department. Just a subtle reminder to grab something, or just shoving food in front of her does quite a good bit for the clan.
History:
Smallpaw has had quite the peaceful life, wonderful doting parents, and even grandparents who loved her. She was born to two warriors in the clan who were excited for their first litter of kits. She was born with two siblings, a brother and sister. Her sister was the largest in the litter, and the first to arrive in the clan. She was dubbed Bigkit. The second born kit was the only tom of the litter, Frogkit. The tom was of average size, and looked quite small compared to his larger sister. Finally came Smallkit, appropriately named for her small size.
The kits thrived, even Smallkit who seemed to want to play more than eat. It was a wonder that the little kit survived at all. She barely ate anything and pretty much was held down so she would eat. When greencough came around it became quite ironic. Both Bigkit and Frogkit fell ill, and Smallkit was placed in the medicine cat’s den in hopes she would not catch the disease. Luckily the smallest kit did not have to worry about it. Although her siblings did not share her same fate, both died within the next week. The biggest mystery became how did Smallkit survive and the other two not? They were bigger, stronger, and much healthier.
Time passed and Smallkit still didn’t grow. She gained an inch of height, but still had zero fat on her body. Smallkit became Smallpaw and had a mentor that trained her well. He understood that his apprentice would need a different kind of training. Battle skills were not needed for Smallpaw, she was too breakable. The main focus became hunting and tracking, both at which she excelled. Her small size gave her the advantage of being quick and light on her paws. Although anything bigger than a mouse was hard for her to catch…and still is to this day. She was in and out of the medicine cat den quite frequently with just simple things, illnesses that normal, healthy cats could easily shake quickly. But not this little cat.
She is still a small little ball of fur and can easily be mistaken for a kit. That doesn’t stop her from adapting to what she needs to do. If she is in a difficult area to hunt, sometimes she may have to be carried. Oh how she hates this! She finds ways to try and use her small size to her advantage. She has been mistaken for one of the queen’s kits in the past moon. (Not her proudest moment).
During the great battle, Smallpaw was put in charge of helping to guard the camp. She was slightly weak from being in the medicine cat’s den for the past few days. She had caught some disease from another apprentice, and It had landed her a bed in the medicine cat den. But while everyone was gone, she was out hunting for when they returned, so their bellies would be full. She assisted in whichever way she could.
Example of rping (IC):
(This is of my character, Kestrelstream. I can type one up of Smallpaw if I need to.)
At this time of day it probably wasn’t wise for a newly made warrior to go out on her own into the territory…especially without telling anyone. The she-cat had just been so excited and eager to get up and get moving she had gotten up before dawn even struck. She had just glanced at the fresh-kill pile to see it was low and decided on hunting. Anything she could help the clan, she would definitely do. The calico she-cat had just been made a warrior within the past few days. It had been the best day of her life, and having her brother named a warrior with her was a dream come true.
Kestrelstream had barely slept the previous night, so many thoughts swirling through her brain. She had ended up waking her brother up from her constant shuffling. After apologizing, she had decided it would be better for her to get up and moving and actually do something. Her brother had just grunted, and gone back to sleep. And that is how she got to this point. She allowed her paws to take her wherever they wanted to go. Hunting down a few pieces of prey was always a good idea, and Kestrelstream had nothing better to do.
Already on her journey through the woods, the she-cat had located a squirrel and buried it alongside a mouse she had caught. Looking up into the sky, Kestrelstream saw the faint sign of dawn. Well…at least she had gotten a few things for the clan. But she still felt so energized and needed something to do. Her ears perked up at the sound of fluttering nearby. Maybe a nice bird would do to round out her hunting trip. Just as she was turning around to grab it and leapt into the air, it flew away and Kestrelstream landed awkwardly on a rock. Shaking her head to clear it, she sighed at how foolish she had just been. Maybe she should just cut her loss and head back to camp. But just as she took a step, she felt a searing pain in her paw. What exactly had she done to it? Letting out a mewl of not only frustration, but pain aswell, she realized it would be some time before another cat came along hunting, everyone was just now starting to wake up.
