little*flower - warrior - w~i n d c~l a n

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Name: Littlekit *, Littlepaw *, Littleflower
Family: Ferntail [Sister], Owlstep [Brother], Fleetpad [Brother], Fadepelt [Brother], Cloudedeye [Father], Mouseheart [Mother] Mentor: Willowbreeze
Rank: Warrior
Clan: WindClan
Gender: She-Cat
Age: 26 moons
Eye Color: Littleflower, despite her name, has two quite large features, and her eyes are certainly one of them. While they are round, they have a somewhat vacant expression to them, accentuated by their pale green colour.
Fur Color: Like her siblings', Littleflower's markings are pale brown tabby. In Littleflower's case, this tabby marking tops her head like a peculiar cap, skips her neck, then forms a saddle that begins around her shoulderblades and ends at her rump. Her stomach, right between the 'knees' of her forelegs, is splashed with another tabby pattern. All parts of her that aren't tabby are pure white, and all her coat is short, thin, and soft.
Other Appearances:

Littleflower was the smallest kit in her mother's litter. Considering that they totalled five kits, that's not really suprising. Heck, the family could probably make up a large proportion of the clan! But Littleflower herself, while small in stature, has some especially large features.
First - and most obvious of these, unless you're not looking at her face- are her eyes. Round, vacant, almost owlish eyes. Pale green and mostly lacking in expression, her eyes aren't exactly her greatest feature, as she doesn't know how to 'use' them, as most other she-cats do. Even regular expression is more a case of mouthwork than these empty circles, and you will notice this lack of expression whenever you talk to her.

Her paws, too, are almost strangely large, especially considering that neither parent had terribly big paws. The continue your gaze up the family's familiar long-ish legs -proportionally, anyway- into a narrow little body and a prominent pigeon-chest. The shorter tabby fur on her back would be easily described as cinnamon; a light dusting of cinnamon, streaked with darker syrupy shades.

And Littleflower was not named 'Little' for nothing. Her head only reaches most other cats' muzzles, and her ears are hard--pushed to get above their eyes. As such, her small stature and thin coat make her particularly vulnerable to colds and sniffles.

Personality:

Vapid. Vacant. Empty-Headed.
That's what most cats used to see when they saw Littleflower, and to some extent, they'd be right. Honestly, she is not the brightest cat in the bunch. Intuitive, perhaps, but tying the ends together and making things make sense... Not the top cat. She used to be afraid of walking around WindClan's territory without her siblings, because she just knew that she'd get lost. She also hates to lead, especially things that will have eventual repercussions, or that might upset anyone. Her chief fear is speaking her mind, because she isn't confident with putting thoughts into words, and she is constantly afraid of being judged.

Having followed her brother Fadepelt's lead since infancy, and always being able to depend on Ferntail for someone to talk to or Owlstep to protect her, she's been content to live the life of the doted-upon, prettiest one. And while her siblings will be only too quick to admit to her pretty features and her soft, gentle nature, the honest truth is that she's had life too easy.
A perfect example is during training with Willowbreeze (Littleflower's mentor), Ferntail, and her mentor. Any form of physical training got the little apprentice's complete inattention, so you can imagine how hard this ended up being on the mentors. They encouraged Littleflower all they could, and even Ferntail joined in after a while, but Littleflower was just too shy and afraid to try. Even when the mentors began to play-fight with them, trying to incite a reaction, Ferntail took most of the blows and tried to defend for her sister, who at that point was completely unable to move through fear and nerves. It's still a hated memory, and she would simply not train fighting again. It took a hard line and an extra moon of sessions for Fadepelt's mentor, Redflare, to get her into shape for their final assessment.

She loves easily, but seldom trusts others with her feelings, because she's simply so used to being talked about, not talked to. Secretly, she's nursing a crush on one of the ThunderClan toms. But it's only a crush, right? So she doesn't think about it much.

History:

Littleflower has always been a dreamer. From the moment her mother first licked he ears and told her she would make a fine medicine cat, she dreamed of anything. Being a great warrior, the greatest medicine cat, or the noblest leader. Her mother noticed the dreaming nature, and became certain that Littleflower was recieving dreams from StarClan. Fortunately for her kits, Mouseheart kept her aspirations quiet and instead threw her kit with the medicine cat whenever she could. This never really fazed Littleflower, who was too busy concoting stories and fantasy worlds for herself.
She'd happily totter around after her brothers or sister, content in her own little bubble of security.

But as with all things, kithood had to come to an end, and Littleflower was thrown with a mentor and out into the cold of the apprentices' den. Alright, I exaggerate. But that was what it felt like at the time. She couldn't understand why she wasn't allowed to snuggle up to her mother any more, and suddenly even her siblings didn't like her warm body pressed against their side. The first few nights were a strange mix of homesickness and excitement, nights that she would eventually get over, and yet have to relive when she moved to the warriors' den. Still, her apprenticeship seemed like the hardest thing she'd ever had to endure. Willowbreeze was actually a very gentle mentor, but for a sheltered and shy apprentice like Littleflower, it was still hard. She was a slow learner, but an excellent mimic, so it took her a long time to absorb any information her mentor gave her - and Willowbreeze was full of useful information.

Still, even though patrols were the only thing it seemed she could manage, with a little help from Redflare, she managed to scrape her way into warriorhood. (It has to be said, most of the triggering factor was her fear of being held back from siblings; she couldn't have borne the shame of being the odd one out.)

Now, she is a gentle warrior, preferring to spend her time on solitary patrol or doing work around the camp. (She's become quite the expert tic finder, not seeming to mind the taste of bile as long as she can daydream).

RP Example:

Green-leaf. A time of sunlight filtered through the oak leaves, of fat, unwary shrews and babbling brooks. A time that could only be described as 'home'. And while the word was often used to describe place, why shouldn't it be allowed to describe time as well?
Her tail up high, out of her way, Littleflower's eyes began to glaze. Soon she would be lost in thought completely, and despite the fact that she was 'hunting' with Fadepelt and Owlstep, she could get lost for as long as she wanted now. Owlstep always looked after her, she thought with a smile.

A rabbit, dashing over the moors in the distance, reminded her of her most recent daydream. StarClan. While the medicine cats dreamed their true-dreams of StarClan, Littleflower preferred to imagine. What must it be like, to be one of those cats? Having no physical body meant that you couldn't get cold, so to be a StarClanner, she had to practise being without heat or chill. Slowly, she began to draw herself inwards, turning -as she did so- her paws from furry solid... to outline... to stars.
Slowly, she blinked her eyes -now bright with starlight- and smiled. She felt light, almost weightless, and completely invisible. Gone was the growling in her stomach, the warmth of the high sun on her back, even the feel of the leaves against her paws. And yet she didn't mind, somehow, because there was just a feeling of freedom about this, a sheer wild familiarity about what she felt. 'Could this really be what it feels like?' she wondered, her smile growing. 'To be weightless, limitless, and one thing at the same time?' But she didn't have a chance to have the question answered, because there was a strange noise in her ear. Some kind of pleasant drone... She closed her eyes to try to decipher what it might be, but it just increased in volume. It was annoying. She swatted at the noise with her starlit paw, and as it connected, she lost her daydream.

"Littleflower!" Fadepelt was glowering at her, knocked off his feet by her push. "Welcome back to reality. We have prey to catch!"
Littleflower's eyes, now clear and focused, looked at the ground sheepishly. She didn't like disappointing her brother, but the dream had been so good, she just hadn't really...
"I'm sorry, Fadepelt. I wasn't thinkng."
"I know you weren't," the tall tom sighed, anger still colouring his tone. He didn't give her a chance to reply, but shook his head and began muttere=ing under his breath.
Littlepelt felt a familiar warmth against her flank, and looked up to see Owlstep smiling patiently at her. "Come on, daydreamer," he meowed, gesturing with his head. She offered him a shy smile in return.
"There'll be time to dream tonight," he added, when she didn't follow immediately. Littleflower just nodded again,

Cats you RP: 2
Names of cats: Littleflower [WC], Fadepelt [WC]
Other:

Again, Littleflower and her family are open to any plots y'all want them to be in ^^ You're welcome to make the bio of any one you want.
I really, really shouldn't have made another WindClan fem... XD.

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