Littlewhisker [ladylike and professional]

Name | Littlewhisker

Gender | she-cat

Age | 50 moons

Rank | warrior

Clan | MeadowClan

Beliefs| Littlewhisker believes, but by a thread. She sort of believes in them because her mate does, and its just traditional to believe in StarClan. She knows that the leaders and medicine cats that there are dreams "shared" with StarClan, but she fears that that's all they are, just dreams. Littlewhisker sometimes thinks StarClan is just a story to tell kits so that they will fall asleep easier. Don't get her wrong, though, she does believe in StarClan, and will believe her leader and medicine cats when they say that they've had a dream from their ancestors.

Parents | Otterfur(mother np) and Frostclaw(father np)

Siblings | Only child

Other Kin | None

Mate | Russetpelt

Crush | None

Kits | Not yet

Apprentice/Mentor | Mentor: Lionfur

Appearance | Littlewhisker is a fairly pretty cat, her face is round, but full of determination. To follow her name, Littlewhisker is a small, but is a sturdy she-cat. She is small, even for a female cat. Her whiskers are pitch black, and short. They only go to the length of her face. Though she is small, this has helped her with great feats. She can crawl into places average size cats cannot. Littlewhisker also never is scratched when she goes through the MeadowClan tunnel, so she never has any annoying wounds.

Her fur is long and well kept. Littlewhisker's fur is pure black. Her underbelly is pitched black, as are her paws. She has very short claws, as she doesn't like to keep them too long. She thinks they might collect dirt. Littlewhisker does keep her claws sharp though, for battles even if she despises hurting other cats. Littlewhisker's paw are a bit bigger than the other Clan's, because her Clan generally has bigger paws for digging. Her tail is the same mix of dark gray and black as her body, and is average size and silky. In the winter, Littlewhisker's fur bulks up, instead of growing. It fluffier and keeps the glossiness and silkiness.

Littlewhisker's eyes are pale green. They seem to speak unspoken words for her, when she doesn't tell all of a story. Her eyes don't tell her feelings, but they can tell her general emotions.

Personality | Littlewhisker is someone who isn't to be messed with. She is kind, but if you mess with the cat's she loves or respects, your going to get a face full of claws. Besides the fact she can have quiet a temper if you make her angered, she is very neat. Her nest isn't a feather out of place, and the moss is straightened. She hates to get her paws dirty, so she normally tries to solve border arguments peacefully to keep from a messy battle.

She doesn't think age or size makes a difference in how a warrior fights, it's how much skill and training the cat has had. Though, strength does help when battling a weaker warrior. Littlewhisker loves to watch apprentices age and develop their fighting and hunting. She loves apprentices and kittens, and their joyfulness and youthfulness. Having been with her Clanmate's since the clan's formed, she has gotten past the awkward who-are-these cats stage and enjoys their company.

Littlewhisker is a sort of do-everything cat. She will always try to get into a hunting patrol or a dawn patrol. Littlewhisker wakes up a dawn most days, to either morning hunt or just relax in the rare quietness of the camp. She won't take no for any answer most of the time, if a cat is being lazy. Oh, she dislikes laziness. Littlewhisker has decided that if all cats were to at like a leaf in leaf-fall, just slowly falling down, every cat wouldn't commit to the Warrior Code.



Skills | Littlewhisker is very good at diplomacy, she can usually keep a border fight from happening. She thinks that blood was wasted for no reason, seeing as they all are StarClan's followers. But, if a cat is stubborn, a fifty fifty chance that a bordering Clan will be, she will fight to the death for her Clan. Though she doesn't brag about them, Littlewhisker also has excellent fighting skills. She supposes it is from her mentor as an apprentice being one of the most toughest cats in ForestClan.

History |

Kitten hood:

It was a brisk morning in New-Leaf, and the birds were beginning to come back to their usually routine of twittering and chirping in the morning. The tree tops were glistening with the morning dew. The leaf buds were beginning to turn dark green, the color of new leaves. Down below, the ForestClan camp was tranquil and peaceful. The peace was interrupted by a yowl.

"Their COMING!" this immediately made anyone who was semi awake fully awake. From a nest nestled in ferns and rocks, sprang a cat who carried a bundle of leaves.

"Out of my way, excuse me, medicine cat coming!" the cat mewed, briskly. Normally the medicine cat was calm, but now was a time to make his point. He had to get to the nursery! Once there the cat quickly padded over to the queen. She was gasping for breath.

"I want you to eat some of these leaves." he advised her. She started to chew on them, but was interrupted by a spasm of pain.

"Mrrrowwww!" she screeched,muffled by her chewing, but swallowed the leaves he had given her.

"Okay, very good. Now just breath in and out and you'll do fine Otterfur." he meowed reassuringly. Otterfur just nodded, gasping in shallow breaths. The Clan gathered around the entrance anxiously, some held back though. A silver tom pushed through the group.

"Is she okay?" he asked anxiously. He sat down, a few tail lengths from where the medicine cat was and waited patiently. Meanwhile, a kit who's mother had been telling him to shush came over.

"Is the kit almost here? Then we'll be the same age and we can play games!" the russet colored kit mewed excitedly.

"Russetkit, come back over here. Can't you see Otterfur is..erm busy!" Maplewhisker meowed sternly, swishing him back over with her tail. The other kits ignored the occurrence, they were to busy drinking milk from their mothers. Russetkit sighed, he quietly padded over to the silver tabby warrior.

"Hi, Frostclaw!" he mewed.

Frostclaw purred, "Little one, shouldn't you be over there with the other kits?"

"But I am with another kit, to be born, that is." he countered. Frostclaw twitched his whiskers and padded over to his mate. He licked her forehead and sat down by her.

"Okay, she's breathing." the medicine cat announced. A small, silver and black kit crawled over to its mother instinctively going to drink milk. Slowly, two at a time, the Clan came into see ForestClan's newest warrior.

"What will you name her?" Maplewhisker asked.

"Littlekit." Otterfur replied.

Moons passed, and the once small kit, Littlekit, grew bigger. She was now 2 moons old. For the past two moons, she had been staying by her mother's side, afraid of the world ahead of her. But, today, the marking of her second moon, she would be going to visit the other kits. Maybe they would show her around the camp! Carefully, as to not wake up her brown tabby mother, she padded over to the closest other nest. Inside was a large russet colored kit, obviously older than her, and big for his age. The kit was playing around with a minute moss ball he had made from his nest that he shared with his mother.

"I-I'm Littlekit." she mewed her greeting to the larger kit, sort of nervous. She hadn't really interacted with other cats besides her family before. The tom looked at her curiously.

"Oh, your the one who was born a two moons ago!" he meowed, friendly to her. This isn't so bad, she concluded. She knew her father had mentioned one of the other kits in the nursery had taken great interest with her birth.

"I guess so." she twitched her whiskers in happiness.

"So, I'm Russetkit. I'm going to be the best warrior you ever saw!" he declared. She purred, this cat was ambitious, but in a good way. Littlekit could see her self making friend's with him quite easily.

This led on to more experiences the two cats shared, being caught exploring the warriors den, or pricking their ears to listen to an elder's tale of when they were young like Russetkit and Littlekit. Soon, it came for the day when Russetkit became a 'paw. But, Littlekit wasn't that far away either.

Apprenticeship:

The dreaded time had come, it was exactly a moon since the two had met and Russetkit was no longer dwelling in the nursery. Littlekit's dearest friend, Russetkit, soon became Russetpaw. She still saw him, but it seemed like he was always off on a patrol or training. She observed he had made another friend, Cedarpaw. Littlekit remembered there being a Cedarkit in the nursery for about a moon. She'd never spoken to him, she had been too shy. Now, right outside the nursery, she sat, bored. She had other friends, but Russetpaw was the only one who spoke to her frequently.

Otterfur padded out of the nursery and saw Littlekit. She sat down by her and started grooming her.

"Otterfur! Why are you grooming me?" she complained. She had been groomed before she had gone out to sun bath and watch the Clan. She only had some dirt cover her underbelly and tail. She secretly wished that today she would finally leave the nursery. Not that she was too large, she was about the size of a younger cat, but the strength of an apprentice. But, the other kits were too noisy and she couldn't sleep half the time.

"You have to look good, besides, Elkstar said the ceremony would be soon." her mother mewed to her. Littlekit tensed, her mother had never mentioned her apprentice ceremony would be soon! She started to groom her ears and stopped when her mother looked at her quizzically.

"Well...I can groom myself!" she defended her action. Her mother was almost done grooming her underbelly and tail, so she looked glossy. Littlekit looked above at the sun, it was almost sunhigh. Then Russetpaw will be back from his hunting patrol! she though earnestly.

Elkstar bounded up to the Highrock, he jumped the few steep ledges and began to speak. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Highrock for a Clan meeting!" Littlekit's stomach was filled with New-Leaf butterflies as she and the rest of the Clan padded over. Frostclaw puffed out his chest proudly and Otterfur nudged her to go the front of the Clan.

"Wait for him to ask you to go up to him." she whispered. Littlekit knew this, but she nodded anyway. She padded up slowly, many of her clanmates giving her friendly looks.

"We are here today to give one kit their apprentice name. Come forward Littlekit." Elkstar meowed. His meow echoed across the clearing. She padded up to the Highrock and waited patiently for Elkstar to go on.

"Lionfur, you will be mentor to Littlepaw. Lionfur, You are strong and loyal. Pass on all you can to this young apprentice." Elkstar finished and Littlepaw touched noses with her new mentor, Lionfur.

The Clan cheered her new name aloud. "Littlepaw! Littlepaw!" she looked at her Clanmates, then to her new mentor and padded down. Somewhere over the chaos of it all, Cedarpaw and Russetpaw had come back from their hunting patrol.

"Congratulations!" Russetpaw purred. Cedarpaw padded over to her and nuzzled her.

"We'll have to make your nest right by ours." he meowed. Littlepaw purred, it seemed they would be friends.

The three were inseparable, throughout their training. They always begged their mentors to train together, hunt together or patrol together.

Warrior Life

No one in the clan was surprised when the three best friends became warriors together. After Littlepaw's apprenticeship, it became clear who the three most trouble some, but still loyal apprentices were. Cedarpaw was sort of put as the "leader" of the three, Russetpaw was sort of the "mischief maker' and Littlepaw was the "sensible" one who got them out of most situations.

When they were made warriors, Cedarpaw was deemed Cedarclaw, Russetpaw was Russetpelt and Littlepaw was Littlewhisker. After a while, Russetpelt and Littlewhisker realized their feelings were more than just friends, and they became mates. Though, in public they would still seem just the best of three with Cedarclaw. He didn't really want to see them be gooy-eyed by him, so they kept it professional be him as well.

But, when Elkstar died, Brownstar was made leader and Cedarclaw deputy. Many were alarmed, but not Littlewhisker or Russetpelt. The few that were extremely close to Cedarclaw knew he had the ability to be a deputy, even at his young age. Alas, Brownstar wasn't a sensible leader, and soon Cedarclaw and his friends branched off and gathered half the clan to take to a better place and become their own clan.

The trip was treacherous, many died. But finally the found their way to a perfect land. Soon the remaining cats gathered loners, rouges and kittypets to become part of the new clan. They gather so many cats, they branched off into 4 clans. Cedarclaw was made MeadowClan leader, and Russetpelt and Littlewhisker joined the new clan to stay with their life long friend.