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Name: Littleheart

Name breakdown: Little: she is very small in stature and of slight build, runt of the littler heart: she has a big personality, very loyal and dedicated

Gender: Female

Age: 45 moons

Birth season: Winter

Rank: Warrior

Clan: Sky

Blood line: SkyxSky

Breed: American short hair mix, your typical ally cat

Build: She's build a lot more like a tom cat, a bit bulky and muscly with broader shoulders

Description: Littleheart is a calico she-cat with coal black splotches, most notably a ring around her neck and the right half of her face, and stark firey ginger with tabby stripes occupying the right half of her face as well as a large portion of her lower back. Along these colors, she has a third, more sparsely carried rust red color that can be most easily seen as a blaze on her face and a few spots on her flanks. Most notable of her pelt is the largely white capacity that covers the majority of her pelt that makes her have the typical calico markings. she has average sized eyes and ears in proportion to her body. Her eyes are a bright amber, almost gold color with a darker ring around the edge. Her tail is the only thing that is out of the ordinary, nearly twice the length of her body (about one and a half), when curled up she can wrap her tail almost all the way around her body.

Scars: none yet

Relationships

Relationships:
Mother: Hawkflight-dark ginger tabby tom with lighter flanks
Father: Sweetlilly-small calico she-cat with blue eyes
Full siblings: none
Half siblings: none

Aunt: none (let me know if interested)
Uncle: none (let me know if interested)

Cousins: none (let me know if interested)

Sexuality: hetero
Activity: she knows the ins and outs, but her focus is not on having a relationship
Crushes: none at the moment

Mate: none
Kits:none

Preferences:kind, cuddly, outgoing, outspoken, leader-ly

Apprentice/Mentor
Family
Dead

Unsure
Acquaintance
Likes (Non-sexually)
Friend
Close Friend
Best Friend
Fancy
Crush
Serious Crush
Lust
Love
Mate
Discomfort
Fear
Dislikes
Hate
Wishes Dead

Feeling(s)|Cat|Clan|Thoughts

Personality:

Stoic: While Littleheart isn't a distant cat, she will not initiate simple chit chat, but she isn't afraid to tell people what to do and how to do it. This was developed more in her older apprentice years which is how she often coped with the teasing of other cats, and it often makes her seem more intimidating when in fact she is very kind and caring.

Serious: She is very much all business with just about everyone. She does know how to have fun, but it takes a bit of prodding and dedication to work her out of her shell. A friend that could work her out of her rut is a good friend indeed. She seems hard to get close to, but really she is very open to meeting new cats. She is hard to fluster or surprise as she always seems to be on guard and expect the unexpected, but really, she just bottles it up which is good for no one.

Dedicated: Littleheart doesn't give up easily, she works hard and will never leave anyone behind. She won't give up, not on training, and not on her friends, that's one thing that can be counted on. She will go to the ends of the earth if it were called upon her. If you need something this cat will get it for you, now matter how far, or how hard she has to work to get it, you can be sure she will accomplish anythign asked, even if she must try again and again to do so.

Cold: do not piss this girl off, she can be cold and cruel when pushed over her limits and she doesn't forgive easily. This is a trait not seen very often. More times then not she is quick to forget, but you know she has been really hurt when you see her give the cold shoulder. Not just anyone will see this in her, and it's something she often keeps to herself. If you can work it out of her, talking about it often helps, but really only to the cat who hurt her but it is more likely that she will snap of their ears before they get anywhere.

Loyal: Littleheart can be expected to always follow the rules and set a good example. She is not easily swayed and will stick to her guns, be that her friends or clans. Depending on where you are looking at this, she can be seen as stubborn when they are going against her, but to friends, she is an indispensable treasure.

Passionate: part of the reason she received her name, Littleheart is very loving and kind. She will lend a shoulder to anyone who needs it, and tries her best with everyone she meets and everything she does. She has not yet found someone to love, but when she does she will be doting and never leave them behind. This goes along with her touchy-feely as they are very closely linked.

Impatient: Littleheart can't wait for anything, she is the epitome of 'if you want something done right, do it yourself' She is known for telling someone to do something, and just a little while later, doing it herself because they didn't do a good enough job, or were simply taking to long. This boarders on perfectionism, as this is her ultimate goal, but she is a bit more realistic then that since she knows nothing will every be perfect.

Touchy-Feely: While she may not talk unless spoken to, she is a cuddlier. She will snuggle up to others at night, or just start grooming someone's fur in the middle of conversation. She is very informal with her greeting and often treats friends like close family. She is very sweet and is often the first to greet someone. This is kind of her way to be included, she doesn't like being the center of attention, but she likes being on the stage.

Stats:

(consider 5 average)

Attack: 5/10
Defense: 6/10
Flexibility: 8/10
Speed: 8/10
Tact: 7/10
Leadership: 7/10
Herb knowledge: 0/10
Dream interpretation: 0/10
Belief in star clan: 6/10

Skills:

(consider 5 average)

Swimming: 1/10
Stalking: 5/10
Running: 6/10
Climbing: 9/10
Hunting: 8/10
Tracking: 7/10
Fighting: 6/10

History:

Parents: A cool summer night welcomed a small litter of kittens into the world. The eldest, darker calico kitten, was named Sweetkit, her mother believing that a kitten so beautiful was bound to the sweetest of her babies, the older queen was very much wrong. As she grew, Sweetkit came to become the nursery ring leader, her her sibling at her command, as well as a pair of younger toms, the kittens were terrible trouble makers. They couldn't be left alone for even a moment before they were trying to sneak out of camp, to causing a mess in the warriors' dens while everyone was away, between their two tired mothers, the elders and sometimes older warriors had to be put on babysitting duty just so the camp could run smoothly without having to trip over small bodies or spend afternoons trying to find them hiding among the ferns.

The entire clan was only too happy to the kittens apprenticed off, and now the fantastic five were being separated and taught to be useful members of sky clan, only two certain cats weren't divided. Sweetpaw and Hawkpaw's mentors were brothers, very close brothers that often liked to patrol and hunt together, so when they were both assigned apprentices, they ended up spending most of their training together. At first, it was heaven, she spent everyday with a tom that quickly become her best friend. They were able to transfer all their restless energy into training, which sky clan was all too happy to keep them busy. As they started to reach the end of their apprenticeships, their friendship began to grow into something more.

Kithood: Once they were made warriors, Hawkflight and Sweetlilly's relationship only grew stronger, and no one was surprised when shortly afterward they announced themselves as mates and began trying to start a family. Both were relatively young, but by the time the kits were ready to be born, Sweetlilly was just under two years. The birth was hard for her, the winter had been harsh, a blizzard howled outside the nursery and prey had been pretty slim for the past few weeks. She herself manged to be relatively unharmed, but the same could not be said for her five newly born kittens. Three had been born dead, the season had been to harsh for them, and only one of the living kittens was healthy, the smallest, which Hawkflight named Littlekit, her little brother was sickly and barely saw the end of the blizzard before he too joined his other siblings in the stars. Both parents were heart broken, but their little Littlekit was a fighter.

Soon the storms pasted and Littlekit was able to leave the nursery. She crept outside, the snow was up to her chin, but that didn't stop her from bounding about in the snow. She was unaware of the death that followed her birth, but her life was celebrated by her doting parents. She was much easier to watch then either of them had been at her age, and she loved much more to hear the elder's stories then to run about causing trouble.

Apprenticeship: Littlekit was terrified to start her training, but with spring passing, about to become summer, it was a good time for the clan. She was given to an older tom named Thistlefur. He was very strong minded and very experienced. Littlepaw strove to impress this tom, he had quickly become her hero and she dreamed of one day being a strong warrior like him.

Thistlefur liked to train in the morning, so Littlepaw was often up before the rest of her den mates, learning to climb trees and hunt birds high in their branches. She was any wariror's dream apprentice, she was well mannered, polite, determined, everything a warrior should be. She tended to stay out of the typical apprentice trouble, but she was close to her den mates whom she trained beside. The younger apprentices often times looked up to her for advice or guidance, which she was happy to give. Some of the older cats called her a show off, but she loved showing others a particularly difficult move and watching them master it. Her strong shell guarded her from the teasing she endured from the older apprentices who were often times jealous of her poise and the regard the older warriors put her in. She could be trusted to do her duties without wondering off and causing trouble, so there were several afternoons were she was allowed to go not far from camp to hunt on her own for short periods of time. She was widely loved, and apart from a few sour apprentices, Littlepaw didn't have any enemies.

Just before she was set to reach the end of her training, a fox was spotted in Sky clan territory. The clans had been at peace, or at least her clan had been, for the majority of her apprenticeship, so Littlepaw had no 'real' battle experience. The reigning leader at the time felt it would be best to see how she would do, and assigned her to the patrol sent out to deal with the creature. Littlepaw was surprisingly composed for the only apprentice on the patrol, but on the inside she was panicked. She had never fought against anything for real before and she worried about forgetting the moves Thistlefur had taught her. After tracking it for most of the day, the patrol managed to find it just before it started getting dark. It had been back tracking and circling around, and the cats found themselves in the heart of their territory. Thankfully, everything went well, aside from a few bumps and scratches, no one was seriously hurt and the cats returned to camp just at moon high. The leader of the patrol was impressed by the way Littlepaw had handled herself that he suggested she made a warrior, and the next night, she was.

Warriorhood: Littlepaw was named Littleheart for kindness and strong personality. She watched over her clan mates over night with the honer expected of a warrior. As months pasted, Littleheart enjoyed showing the younger cats techniques she had learned and perfected, and the young ones loved having her as a teacher. She was kind and good to them, it was often more senior warriors she had trouble with, the ones that were just older then her and enjoyed throwing their new power around. She easily became impatient with them when they chose not to listen to her. She had never encountered an issue with getting her ideas across with cats that were supposed to be her equal so when that was denied to her she began having issues with some cats.

While she didn't have outright physical fights with them, she was often very distant and rude, something many cats had never seen from the mild mannered Littelheart. Many are careful to stay on her good side, not wanting to see this darker side of Littleheart, especially when she could be so kind and sweet to someone she barely knew.

*words in italics are rped events

Likes/Dislikes:

Likes: high places, windy days, snow, being close to others, grooming others, beign apart of the conversation, being included, debating
Dislikes: Arguing, being ignored, being talked over, helicopter leaders, loud noises, rain
Fears: Drowning
Secrets: none at the moment

RolePlay Sample:

from Howlingstar

Howlingstar, for someone who patrolled the borders when she couldn't sleep was unconcerned with the land around her. She just wanted to get to the top. Yes, the grey she-cat loved to climb, but that wasn't the goal, their was a field of flowers, far from the border where Dawn and Dusk met. An ocean of orange and reds, like the grass had been set ablaze with color. She could smell the poppies from camp when the wind blew from the north, but she had never seen them, not up close. That was somethign she had to come to terms with, being the leader of another clan. Perhaps if she had been a warrior she could sneak across, but things were not diffrent and she had higher responsabilities that concerned more than flowers.
Taking a breath, she stretched her forelegs higher up the trunk, barck chips clattering down among the thick branches, hiting the grass far below with a soft sound. She craned her head upward, trying to peek past the dense green leaves. She pinned her ears back, stretching as far as she could manage, but still unable to see past the green of the leaves and blades of grass. She recoiled, the tip of her speckled tail flickering with frustration. She would simply have to climb higher to gain her desired vantage point.

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Name: Littleheart

Name breakdown: Little: she is very small in stature and of slight build, runt of the littler heart: she has a big personality, very loyal and dedicated

Gender: Female

Age: 45 moons

Birth season: Winter

Rank: Warrior

Clan: Sky

Blood line: SkyxSky

Breed: American short hair mix, your typical ally cat

Build: She's build a lot more like a tom cat, a bit bulky and muscly with broader shoulders

Description: Littleheart is a calico she-cat with coal black splotches, most notably a ring around her neck and the right half of her face, and stark firey ginger with tabby stripes occupying the right half of her face as well as a large portion of her lower back. Along these colors, she has a third, more sparsely carried rust red color that can be most easily seen as a blaze on her face and a few spots on her flanks. Most notable of her pelt is the largely white capacity that covers the majority of her pelt that makes her have the typical calico markings. she has average sized eyes and ears in proportion to her body. Her eyes are a bright amber, almost gold color with a darker ring around the edge. Her tail is the only thing that is out of the ordinary, nearly twice the length of her body (about one and a half), when curled up she can wrap her tail almost all the way around her body.

Scars: none yet

Relationships

Relationships:
Mother: Hawkflight-dark ginger tabby tom with lighter flanks
Father: Sweetlilly-small calico she-cat with blue eyes
Full siblings: none
Half siblings: none

Aunt: none (let me know if interested)
Uncle: none (let me know if interested)

Cousins: none (let me know if interested)

Sexuality: hetero
Activity: she knows the ins and outs, but her focus is not on having a relationship
Crushes: none at the moment

Mate: none
Kits:none

Preferences:kind, cuddly, outgoing, outspoken, leader-ly

Apprentice/Mentor
Family
Dead

Unsure
Acquaintance
Likes (Non-sexually)
Friend
Close Friend
Best Friend
Fancy
Crush
Serious Crush
Lust
Love
Mate
Discomfort
Fear
Dislikes
Hate
Wishes Dead

Feeling(s)|Cat|Clan|Thoughts

Personality:

Stoic: While Littleheart isn't a distant cat, she will not initiate simple chit chat, but she isn't afraid to tell people what to do and how to do it. This was developed more in her older apprentice years which is how she often coped with the teasing of other cats, and it often makes her seem more intimidating when in fact she is very kind and caring.

Serious: She is very much all business with just about everyone. She does know how to have fun, but it takes a bit of prodding and dedication to work her out of her shell. A friend that could work her out of her rut is a good friend indeed. She seems hard to get close to, but really she is very open to meeting new cats. She is hard to fluster or surprise as she always seems to be on guard and expect the unexpected, but really, she just bottles it up which is good for no one.

Dedicated: Littleheart doesn't give up easily, she works hard and will never leave anyone behind. She won't give up, not on training, and not on her friends, that's one thing that can be counted on. She will go to the ends of the earth if it were called upon her. If you need something this cat will get it for you, now matter how far, or how hard she has to work to get it, you can be sure she will accomplish anythign asked, even if she must try again and again to do so.

Cold: do not piss this girl off, she can be cold and cruel when pushed over her limits and she doesn't forgive easily. This is a trait not seen very often. More times then not she is quick to forget, but you know she has been really hurt when you see her give the cold shoulder. Not just anyone will see this in her, and it's something she often keeps to herself. If you can work it out of her, talking about it often helps, but really only to the cat who hurt her but it is more likely that she will snap of their ears before they get anywhere.

Loyal: Littleheart can be expected to always follow the rules and set a good example. She is not easily swayed and will stick to her guns, be that her friends or clans. Depending on where you are looking at this, she can be seen as stubborn when they are going against her, but to friends, she is an indispensable treasure.

Passionate: part of the reason she received her name, Littleheart is very loving and kind. She will lend a shoulder to anyone who needs it, and tries her best with everyone she meets and everything she does. She has not yet found someone to love, but when she does she will be doting and never leave them behind. This goes along with her touchy-feely as they are very closely linked.

Impatient: Littleheart can't wait for anything, she is the epitome of 'if you want something done right, do it yourself' She is known for telling someone to do something, and just a little while later, doing it herself because they didn't do a good enough job, or were simply taking to long. This boarders on perfectionism, as this is her ultimate goal, but she is a bit more realistic then that since she knows nothing will every be perfect.

Touchy-Feely: While she may not talk unless spoken to, she is a cuddlier. She will snuggle up to others at night, or just start grooming someone's fur in the middle of conversation. She is very informal with her greeting and often treats friends like close family. She is very sweet and is often the first to greet someone. This is kind of her way to be included, she doesn't like being the center of attention, but she likes being on the stage.

Stats:

(consider 5 average)

Attack: 5/10
Defense: 6/10
Flexibility: 8/10
Speed: 8/10
Tact: 7/10
Leadership: 7/10
Herb knowledge: 0/10
Dream interpretation: 0/10
Belief in star clan: 6/10

Skills:

(consider 5 average)

Swimming: 1/10
Stalking: 5/10
Running: 6/10
Climbing: 9/10
Hunting: 8/10
Tracking: 7/10
Fighting: 6/10

History:

Parents: A cool summer night welcomed a small litter of kittens into the world. The eldest, darker calico kitten, was named Sweetkit, her mother believing that a kitten so beautiful was bound to the sweetest of her babies, the older queen was very much wrong. As she grew, Sweetkit came to become the nursery ring leader, her her sibling at her command, as well as a pair of younger toms, the kittens were terrible trouble makers. They couldn't be left alone for even a moment before they were trying to sneak out of camp, to causing a mess in the warriors' dens while everyone was away, between their two tired mothers, the elders and sometimes older warriors had to be put on babysitting duty just so the camp could run smoothly without having to trip over small bodies or spend afternoons trying to find them hiding among the ferns.

The entire clan was only too happy to the kittens apprenticed off, and now the fantastic five were being separated and taught to be useful members of sky clan, only two certain cats weren't divided. Sweetpaw and Hawkpaw's mentors were brothers, very close brothers that often liked to patrol and hunt together, so when they were both assigned apprentices, they ended up spending most of their training together. At first, it was heaven, she spent everyday with a tom that quickly become her best friend. They were able to transfer all their restless energy into training, which sky clan was all too happy to keep them busy. As they started to reach the end of their apprenticeships, their friendship began to grow into something more.

Kithood: Once they were made warriors, Hawkflight and Sweetlilly's relationship only grew stronger, and no one was surprised when shortly afterward they announced themselves as mates and began trying to start a family. Both were relatively young, but by the time the kits were ready to be born, Sweetlilly was just under two years. The birth was hard for her, the winter had been harsh, a blizzard howled outside the nursery and prey had been pretty slim for the past few weeks. She herself manged to be relatively unharmed, but the same could not be said for her five newly born kittens. Three had been born dead, the season had been to harsh for them, and only one of the living kittens was healthy, the smallest, which Hawkflight named Littlekit, her little brother was sickly and barely saw the end of the blizzard before he too joined his other siblings in the stars. Both parents were heart broken, but their little Littlekit was a fighter.

Soon the storms pasted and Littlekit was able to leave the nursery. She crept outside, the snow was up to her chin, but that didn't stop her from bounding about in the snow. She was unaware of the death that followed her birth, but her life was celebrated by her doting parents. She was much easier to watch then either of them had been at her age, and she loved much more to hear the elder's stories then to run about causing trouble.

Apprenticeship: Littlekit was terrified to start her training, but with spring passing, about to become summer, it was a good time for the clan. She was given to an older tom named Thistlefur. He was very strong minded and very experienced. Littlepaw strove to impress this tom, he had quickly become her hero and she dreamed of one day being a strong warrior like him.

Thistlefur liked to train in the morning, so Littlepaw was often up before the rest of her den mates, learning to climb trees and hunt birds high in their branches. She was any wariror's dream apprentice, she was well mannered, polite, determined, everything a warrior should be. She tended to stay out of the typical apprentice trouble, but she was close to her den mates whom she trained beside. The younger apprentices often times looked up to her for advice or guidance, which she was happy to give. Some of the older cats called her a show off, but she loved showing others a particularly difficult move and watching them master it. Her strong shell guarded her from the teasing she endured from the older apprentices who were often times jealous of her poise and the regard the older warriors put her in. She could be trusted to do her duties without wondering off and causing trouble, so there were several afternoons were she was allowed to go not far from camp to hunt on her own for short periods of time. She was widely loved, and apart from a few sour apprentices, Littlepaw didn't have any enemies.

Just before she was set to reach the end of her training, a fox was spotted in Sky clan territory. The clans had been at peace, or at least her clan had been, for the majority of her apprenticeship, so Littlepaw had no 'real' battle experience. The reigning leader at the time felt it would be best to see how she would do, and assigned her to the patrol sent out to deal with the creature. Littlepaw was surprisingly composed for the only apprentice on the patrol, but on the inside she was panicked. She had never fought against anything for real before and she worried about forgetting the moves Thistlefur had taught her. After tracking it for most of the day, the patrol managed to find it just before it started getting dark. It had been back tracking and circling around, and the cats found themselves in the heart of their territory. Thankfully, everything went well, aside from a few bumps and scratches, no one was seriously hurt and the cats returned to camp just at moon high. The leader of the patrol was impressed by the way Littlepaw had handled herself that he suggested she made a warrior, and the next night, she was.

Warriorhood: Littlepaw was named Littleheart for kindness and strong personality. She watched over her clan mates over night with the honer expected of a warrior. As months pasted, Littleheart enjoyed showing the younger cats techniques she had learned and perfected, and the young ones loved having her as a teacher. She was kind and good to them, it was often more senior warriors she had trouble with, the ones that were just older then her and enjoyed throwing their new power around. She easily became impatient with them when they chose not to listen to her. She had never encountered an issue with getting her ideas across with cats that were supposed to be her equal so when that was denied to her she began having issues with some cats.

While she didn't have outright physical fights with them, she was often very distant and rude, something many cats had never seen from the mild mannered Littelheart. Many are careful to stay on her good side, not wanting to see this darker side of Littleheart, especially when she could be so kind and sweet to someone she barely knew.

*words in italics are rped events

Likes/Dislikes:

Likes: high places, windy days, snow, being close to others, grooming others, beign apart of the conversation, being included, debating
Dislikes: Arguing, being ignored, being talked over, helicopter leaders, loud noises, rain
Fears: Drowning
Secrets: none at the moment

RolePlay Sample:

from Howlingstar

Howlingstar, for someone who patrolled the borders when she couldn't sleep was unconcerned with the land around her. She just wanted to get to the top. Yes, the grey she-cat loved to climb, but that wasn't the goal, their was a field of flowers, far from the border where Dawn and Dusk met. An ocean of orange and reds, like the grass had been set ablaze with color. She could smell the poppies from camp when the wind blew from the north, but she had never seen them, not up close. That was somethign she had to come to terms with, being the leader of another clan. Perhaps if she had been a warrior she could sneak across, but things were not diffrent and she had higher responsabilities that concerned more than flowers.
Taking a breath, she stretched her forelegs higher up the trunk, barck chips clattering down among the thick branches, hiting the grass far below with a soft sound. She craned her head upward, trying to peek past the dense green leaves. She pinned her ears back, stretching as far as she could manage, but still unable to see past the green of the leaves and blades of grass. She recoiled, the tip of her speckled tail flickering with frustration. She would simply have to climb higher to gain her desired vantage point.