Littlepaw - WindClan Apprentice

Appearance: Littlepaw is a dark creature, her body like a raven’s wing. Dim, smoky black fur cloaks her shape like a shadow, the only color coming from her eye, pads of her paws, and her gleaming white fangs. Her tail is long and fluffy, trailing carelessly behind her as she moves.

She is slight in figure, sleek and built for running. Though Littlepaw’s build makes her appear delicate, there are indicators that she is anything but. There are several scars across the right side of her body, though her thick, shady fur obscures most of them from common view. Several small ones coat the right side of her face, surrounding the largest which runs diagonally across her eye. Jagged and thin, it keeps the yellow-gold optic eternally useless and closed. Littlepaw’s thick fur obscures most of these from view at a distance, but up close they are impossible not to look at. Overall her appearance is tolerable. She is made a bit ugly by the marks on her face especially, but she carries herself in such a pleasant, excitable manner that they can occasionally be overlooked.


Personality: Littlepaw has an incredible fascination with searching for danger, adventure, and super cool treasure! …Treasure mostly being feathers, shiny rocks, and any other useless garbage she happens to take a liking to. When out looking for such riches she prefers to be referred to as Wicked Slick Moxie Mousewrangler instead of her actual name. Most of her friends agree that this name is kind of silly, but she firmly believe that it is pretty much the best one ever. Certainly more exciting than something like Littlepaw, anyway. So lame.

Littlepaw lost an eye in an incident she cannot remember. She doesn’t really mind because now she looks pretty legit when it comes to being a master adventurer treasure-hunter extraordinaire. Of course any sensible cat would take a multitude of scars and partial amnesia as a sign to take it easy on the action, but Littlepaw has the common sense of a pile of foxdung, which is to say, none at all. She is often very difficult to reason with and prefers her spirited optimism over being practical. She is not known to think anything through and generally takes things as they come.

Littlepaw gets overexcited about a lot of things, especially regaling other cats with tales of her adventures, of which she thinks she has had many. Sometimes Littlepaw’s enthusiasm can be a little annoying, but she is much too busy being caught up in herself to notice. Because Littlepaw spends so much time making up fantastical stories she can have trouble separating fiction from reality. It isn’t unusual for her to mix up what has actually happened to her and what was really just a story she invented.

A bit naïve and easy to goad into doing most anything, Littlepaw is not the best cat to trust with any major responsibility. She is primarily interested in her own entertainment above all other things. Even the warrior code can go by the wayside in favor of having fun, something that she is not likely to get away with once she is older. Though she has been raised a clan cat, Littlepaw can’t help but shake the feeling that she shouldn’t be confined to WindClan’s borders. Cats of other clans appear to her to be just as good adventuring-buddy material as any of her clanmates.


History: Littlekit was born and raised a WindClan cat. Her mother, Shalefrost, passed away giving birth to Littlekit and her siblings, and so the young she-cat was raised more or less communally. She grew up mischievous, energetic, and a constant source of anxiety for her surrogate queen. By the time she was a few moons old she was hunting for opportunities to escape the medicine cat’s den to go exploring. One day, she succeeded, bringing her brother Marshkit along for the adventure. The two slipped out of camp undetected and delighted in sprinting across WindClan’s open moors.

When wandering too close to the forest, the two accidentally disturbed a badger’s sett. Its resident immediately attacked the two of them in an attempt to drive them off. Littlepaw, though severely injured, managed to flee back toward WindClan’s camp. Marshkit never followed.

It was a long way back home and she didn’t quite make it all the way, passing out from blood loss and exhaustion near to the camp’s outskirts. By the time she came to, she couldn’t remember what had just happened, the incident completely wiped from her mind, either from fatigue or the trauma. Even to this day, no one knows what happened to Marshkit. Littlekit, meanwhile, not knowing the details of her injuries, was never deterred from her wild ways. While she was kept under close watch for the rest of her kithood, by the time she was named Littlepaw and allowed more freedoms, her taste for adventure had not dissipated. She is known to be lazy when it comes to her duties and a bit of a troublemaker, and few of her clanmates expect she will be given her warrior name on time with the rest of her peers.


Relationships: Ravenoak - Father - 38 Moons
Shalefrost - Mother - Deceased
Batpaw - Sister - 7 Moons
Marshkit - Brother - Deceased