Littlewhisker

[Elena]

Name: Littlewhisker
Rank: Warrior
Gender: She-cat
Age: 63 moons
Affiliation: CloudClan
Mentor/Apprentice: Open
Kin: Flametail, father; Dappledfur, deceased mother; Black-kit, deceased brother.
Mate: Open.
Appearance: Littlewhisker was aptly named as a kit; she is small and stocky, with a short, tapering tail and thick build. Her short, ginger-and-white fur is coarse, and she has a generally tough look, perpetuated by her lack of a left eye, which is missing and sealed shut. She is unusually muscular for a CloudClanner, but she does share the speed of most of her Clanmates, if not the endurance – her strong but short legs have to work harder. She can jump and climb powerfully.

Littlewhisker’s fur is marked with a dark ginger color, which covers her tail, back, sides, and parts of her face, as well as a few patches on her lower legs. Her tail and back are completely orange, but the lower parts of her sides are edged with white, and her right leg’s white color extends up into her hind fur. The orange continues from her back over the top of her neck, covering her ears and most of her forehead, though a shape of white comes out from between her eyes, dipping into the ginger color. The ginger stops beside her right eye, but covers the place where her left eye should be. A strip of orange goes down the bridge of her nose on the right side, ending at the pink triangle of skin. Ginger crops up on the back of her front left paw, and at the back of her hind left leg. Most of her legs, chest, belly, and face is white. Her remaining eye is a light green, with darker green around the pupil, and her white whiskers are slightly unbalanced – her left ones are a bit more worn from making up for her smaller field of vision.

Her lack of depth perception interferes with her hunting, although she can still bring back prey. Her powerful build compensates for her small size in battle, though, and her natural agility helps make up for her tendency to miss when she pounces. It’s hard for her to see attacks coming in from too many angles, but she is still a tough opponent..
Personality: Littlewhisker is just as tough as she looks in personality. If she thinks you are stupid, she will say it – even if you’re the Clan leader. Or if you’re an elder. Or a kit. To her, you’re only benefiting from her words, so she has no hard feelings about it. Although she does seem like the typical grouchy old cat, she’s not terribly old-fashioned with ideas, and would gladly keep a secret or break the warrior code, if it’s worth it to her. And if it’s entertaining, it is. She is manipulative of others if it serves a purpose, but if you are close to her (an ordeal to achieve) she will probably be honest to you. Although sometimes that’s just as harsh.

Although she knows she comes off as the elder telling others what to do, she does like to be somewhat bossy. She enjoys authority, and still harbors a few hopes of being deputy sometime, despite her age. Of course, the chances of that happening without her having a sudden turn-around in mentality are zero. She is not that compassionate with those who complain about minor things, but if you are her friend, she will be very supportive, and often take charge of your problems, whether or not you want it. She has few regrets once she does things, and trying to make her feel shame will often end with you getting hurt.

Littlewhisker is very smart and somewhat big-headed, but she does have a gentle side, which appears very rarely. If a cat is seriously in trouble or in pain, she will treat them as such, with minimal harsh words. Littlewhisker acts this way mostly out of sympathy; she is actually very jealous of cats that have youth, power, companions, and more luck. It’s just hard for her to get that she could achieve some of those things with a better attitude.
History: Littlekit was born in late leaf-bare with her brother Black-kit. At the time, greencough was circling through the camp, but her mother and father Dappledfur and Flametail found relief from the gloomy mood in their two newborn children. However, the disease somehow invaded the nursery less than two weeks after the pair was born, and Black-kit fell ill. He was quarantined, but still needed his mother for milk, just as Littlekit did, making the general setup ineffective. Dappledfur began to cough after a few days, but her son died early, while her stronger system fought the illness off. Littlekit miraculously was unaffected, and grew up without memory of her brother – unlike her parents. Having been born in late leaf-bare, Littlekit was older than the majority of the other kits in the nursery at the time, and became a sort of ringleader, leading “attacks” on the warrior’s den and using her authority to order the younger kits around. She had to be reprimanded a lot, and many cats hoped apprenticeship would give her some sense.

It didn’t. At least, not in the beginning. Littlepaw continued to have quite an ego and ambition, as well as a talent for fighting that swelled her head even more. She often ended up in silly arguments that she refused to quit, and was fairly bossy and manipulative to her denmates. Her mentor, Birchwhisker, often sent her to clean the elders’ den or restricted her to the camp, but she still managed to find a way to start trouble. Things changed by the time she was nine moons old, though. On a hunting patrol with her mentor and a couple other warriors, they had gone near the border by the Twolegplace. After spreading out, Littlepaw caught sight of a kittypet she-cat also hunting in CloudClan territory. She decided to take her on alone, without calling for the warriors who were within hearing range.

Littlepaw rushed at her, and the she-cat fought back instead of fleeing. She was very powerful for a kittypet, and managed to claw Littlepaw’s eye and knock her to the ground before the rest of the patrol heard the fight and drove her off. The three warriors took the suddenly fearful apprentice back to camp, where the medicine cat tried to treat her eye. However, it was obviously impossible to save, and was deeply infected before the medicine cat managed to cure it. Littlepaw spent half a moon in the medicine cat’s den before she could return as an apprentice, without an eye and a lot of her old ego.

Her fighting talents were changed from her different depth perception, and she found difficulty in basic hunting for a while. Her appearance, she knew, was definitely much different. Instead of feeling dominance over her denmates, they pitied her. It was unbearable for Littlepaw. However, when she was twelve moons old, the leader made her a warrior anyway, and she realized that she could still be a contributing Clan cat, if with a bit more work.

To Littlewhisker’s surprise, she was given an apprentice when she was 19 moons old, and trained him well, although she found it hard to not be jealous of him. However, her jealousy ended very quickly when he was killed by a badger at 11 moons of age, almost ready for a warrior name. Her leader gave him a warrior name in death, but there was no helping Littlewhisker’s feeling that he had deserved more. She was not given another apprentice for a while, but when she was forty moons old, her leader decided she could probably cope with one. Whitepaw survived her apprenticeship, and Littlewhisker could finally feel a mentor’s pride.

Her next twenty moons involved her mother’s death; she had long past joined the elders’ den, and the frail she-cat had been expected to pass any day, proclaiming it herself. Of course, it didn’t soothe Littlewhisker at all. But she continued. Apprentices were given to younger warriors to give them mentoring experience, and Littlewhisker had the same day-to-day tasks as any cat. She still had some of her old feisty self, but many cats were suggesting she go to the elders’ den. Politely. Not that it did anything.

When the Tribe arrived, Littlewhisker took a great liking to many of the new cats, and was a bit disappointed to see them go to their own territory. She often met them on the border or in neutral territory, and treated them as friends. She has become outspoken against the separation between the Clan and Tribe, ignoring arguments about the warrior code.