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═════════✿═════════ｔｈｅ ｈｏｎｅｓｔ ｏｎｅ═════════✿═════════"My name is Littlepaw, and I am
somewhere around nine moons old.
I haven't been here for very long,
but I already know pain, hunger,
fighting, and unbearable sadness.
I am very young, and yet I already
know what it is like to see my
closest friends and family die.
So yes, I might be considered
little, but that does not mean
that I am okay. Because
I am not okay."═════════✿═════════ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅Ｓｅｅ ｂｅｎｅａｔｈ ｔｈｅ ｂｅａｕｔｉｆｕｌ．．．__▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅
ᴛʜᴇ ƨᴜʀғᴀᴄᴇ
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► Gender; Female
► Fur length; Short
► Fur color; Brown
► Markings; Tabby; White bib, face, legs, belly
► Eye color; Murky brown (will be green)
► Scars; Burn scars on her belly and legs
► Height; Short (hence 'Little-')
► Build; Petite
► Description; Brown tabby and white she-cat.
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ᴊᴜƨᴛ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ƨᴜʀғᴀᴄᴇ
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► Name; Littlepaw
► Age; Nine moons
► Rank; Apprentice
► Wanted rank; Warrior
► Biological mother; Fallowstream
► Biological father; Cedarflight
► Foster parents; None
► Known siblings; Owlkit, Cindercloud (half-sister)
► Mentor; To be added
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ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴇʀ
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► Basic likes; Company, friends, greenleaf
► Basic dislikes; Fighting, drama, secrets
► Favorite thing; Her blue rock
► Favorite prey; Mice
► Least-favorite prey; Any bird
► Favorite color; Sky blue
► Strength; Tracking
► Weakness; Fighting
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ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʀᴇ
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► Best friend; None yet
► Crush; To be added
► Mate; None
► Kits; None
► Pos. Prominent trait; Honesty
► Neg. Prominent trait; Pessimism
► Secret wants; To be accepted
► Other; Picture from Sharon Montrose Photography
Ｗｈａｔ＇ｓ ｈｉｄｉｎｇ ｉｎｓｉｄｅ．．．
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Littlekit was a sickly kit. She was constantly in the medicine den for treatment, and since Fallowstream chose to continue with her normal warrior duties when Littlekit was big enough not to need heat and milk too much, Littlekit didn't really have a consistent mother figure before Cindercloud took an interest in her. After the gray tabby she-cat found out that Littlekit was her younger sister, however, Cindercloud visited her every day and argued with the leader when it came the time that Littlekit was, indeed, ready to become an apprentice and shouldn't be denied the right to it. Since Littlekit seemed to be doing better and the medicine cat agreed with Cindercloud, Yellowstar reluctantly agreed and made Littlekit into Littlepaw.
Littlepaw worked hard to be recognized as an equal to her new denmates; she worked hard enough, in fact, that she was put into very good shape and is actually very lithe and fast, especially for her size. She loved and loves running, and it became clear after just two moons of training that tracking was her strong suit. Littlepaw could quickly and quietly find pretty much any target, no matter how intricate and faint the trail was.
A moon before the fire, Littlepaw's mother died of greencough, so Littlepaw had already suffered before the great tragedy.
When the fire happened, however, she had been napping. She'd been on the dawn patrol and was going to be introduced to night watch the following night; she was only awakened by a shrill scream, and when she came fully to, the air was becoming thick with smoke. Dread filled her, and she shot toward the exit, only to be met by Cindercloud. Her sister wordlessly and easily scooped her up in her jaws and shot off; the two of them barely escaped with their lives, both of them covered in burn scars and bearing smoldering pelts by the time they caught up with the remainders of the clans.
Littlepaw discovered that Cedarflight had been too slow with his limp and had perished in the fire, striking even more grief into Littlepaw. By now, she can talk about her parents' deaths without having to go away to cry, but it is still a very touchy subject and she'll avoid it at all costs.
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Littlepaw's biggest downfalls personality-wise would be her raging pessimism and her sarcastic tendencies. Her first thoughts are always the most negative thoughts, and because of this, Littlepaw doesn't come across as a happy cat. She tries not to be too pessimistic out loud, but cats often tell her she needs to cheer up a bit. Also, some cats can appreciate her sarcasm and even return it; these are the cats that Littlepaw will talk to again. However, it irritates others to no end, so sometimes, cats immediately dislike her. This bothers Littlepaw a lot, actually. All she really wants is some friends; it's because of this that she can be a bit naive and overly trusting sometimes.
One thing that cannot be denied about Littlepaw is that she is very athletic. She goes on a walk or just runs every morning, waking up earlier than necessary to do so. Actually, she usually gets up with the cats on the dawn patrol so that she can leave before she's needed for anything (unless she's on the dawn patrol) and so that she can watch the sunrise for a little bit. She can also be quite competitive, always feeling like she needs to prove herself to others. The rest of her personality will develop as the role play goes on.
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