Littlepaw of CreekClan

littlepaw
eight moons || demisexual || apprentice

I will not bow. I will not break. I will shut the world away. I will not fall. I will not fade
I will take your breath away.  And I'll survive, paranoid. I have lost the will to change
And I am not proud, cold-blooded fake. I will shut the world away.

white and ginger she-cat with yellow eyes.

     she's always thought of herself as ordinary.nothing was ever really special about her and nothing ever really would be. her pelt was a soft white with ginger patches across her back and ears and her eyes were a sweet honey color. her fur was rather long but soft and always ended up matted if she wasn't careful. her name? well of course it comes from her size - smallest of the kits that had been found and the only one alive. so she was named little for her size. muscular? sort of, but at this age there was still a lot of developing to do and so while she is not the most muscular now but when she is full grown she will indeed be a honorable foe. when a cat looks upon her there is always one thing they all see. her small body is littered and laced with scars and the most noticeable wound she suffered all those moons ago was done to her paw. this little she-cat has several scars along her face, stomach, and torso though the worst damage was done to her back, left paw. it is mangled and torn though has progressed a lot since the original injury took place. 

i have nothing left to give.

      As strange as it may seem for a past loner to say, Littlepaw is selfless. She has always put the needs of another before her own even if it means dropping everything she is doing to help them. Her selflessness is a major part of her personality and something that will never be lost in this little she-cat. Littlepaw has never had a doubt in her mind that helping others is the proper thing to do. Her need to help others stemmed from the relationship that was formed with her mother, Fawnwish. As luck would have it, Littlepaw was taken into the CreekClan group at the age of three moons old and adopted a moon later by the she-cat who had found her and saved her. Littlepaw had taken to calling her "Mama Fawn" and ever since she has been considered part of CreekClan and looked at as a daughter to Fawnwish. The apprentice has since looked at her mother as a savior and aspired to be like her in her selfless ways and seems to do a very good job with it.

if You go then so will i.

     Loyalty was once a strange concept to the young she-cat. Namely because for her first moons of life where she saw only power, anarchy, and corruption. Yet after stories of the ancestors filled her senses there would be little that would change those thoughts. Probably her favorite story? Fireheart of ThunderClan. His loyalty was still spoke of to this day and Littlepaw strives to feel the same sense of loyalty with CreekClan. Yet there was another cat that Littlepaw heard of frequently that genuinely inspired her. That cat's name had been Cinderpelt and the stories if the apprentice's injury and then path to triumph truly inspired her. But a life of medicine was not where her heart lay and she made the decision that the way to prove her loyalty to her clan would be becoming a warrior. She believes strongly that loyalty is the most important quality of a warrior and strives to prove to everyone that she is loyal to CreekClan above everyone and anything else.

why give up? why give in?

     If one should ever be concerned about a cat's wit; well I. am certain they would have Littlepaw in mind. For a cat with such determination and intelligence behind her. It may be a little shocking one heard a witty or sarcastic comment sound from this polite little she-cat that truly does not understand the workings if the world. Though as time would pass most would come to realize that it is a day-to-day happening and most would come to terms and accept this fate. All in all she has a big heart and while her comments may sound a little too blunt or well worded to point out something in a sarcastic manner; most realize that she really does mean well. Littlepaw seemed to use wit even when she was found, in pain and near death. It is sort of like a coping mechanism for her. It is something she had developed as soon as she learned to speak and has always used it since.

never the wiser of what i've become

     Intelligent? Oh yes, painfully so. Even in her young moons she showed signs of a natural intelligence. The cat proved able to withstand the trials the band put her through at such a young age because of her tactful and resourceful approaches. As the moons went by Littlepaw continued to develop her intelligence and even outwitted the older cats in her clan a few times. This apprentice has tried to show her intelligence through conversation but also through her actions. Most of her fighting techniques were developed or adapted from the ones that her mentor, Sablefrost has taught her. While she has worked very hard to prove herself to her mentor she still feels that she has a long way to go but has full intention to do so, even if it takes her dying breath.

pain so familiar, so close to the heart.

     Burning like a a fire inside of her soul, passion as always been there. Whether it be the reason she. pushes herself so hard for the things she believes in or the reason that Littlepaw stands behind the values she does there is one thing that will always remain. The passion. And once this little cat finds someone to love and cherish she will be completely absorbed by the passion and love that she feels for and toward this cat. Littleoaw is a demisexual, meaning that she will only want to mate with or have a mate that has been her friend for the majority of her youth and that manages to make her feel comfortable enough to tell her story.

all is lost again, but i'm not giving in.

     The second most dominant trait that Littlepaw possesses is her determination. If there was ever a cat with this trait it would have to be Littlepaw. She has always been very stubborn and thick skulled, unwilling to stop the fight. Her biggest goal and dream is to become a warrior and any cat that meets Littlepaw would understand why she will some day succeed, even if it takes her moons to develop the skills she needs. Even if it required her dying breath, Littlepaw would do absolutely anything she had to if it meant becoming a warrior. Littlepaw has been prepared from her fourth moon to one day lay down her life for the cats of CreekClan.

alone i stand a broken man.

     Companionship of cats - aside from her mother of course - is something she has never desired having. Namely because she has a lot of trouble talking to cats that she does not know. While selflessness is a major part of her personality she does it because she wants to and wants to help those around her, not because she any real emotional connection or because she expects anything in return. Solitude is something she enjoys though is capable of conversation and casual social interaction.

dear agony, just let go of me.

     Littlepaw has never been one to share her feelings with another cat. Even her mother has no real idea how the she-cat views the world. She often remains reserved and quiet, unwilling to share her feelings and emotions with anyone. Littlepaw is rather unsure how to convey her thoughts and feelings in an appropriate way and because of her unwillingness to grow closer to others she feels she has only gotten worse at this as the moons have passed.

i will not bow, i will not break.

     Stubborn is easily an understatement for Littlepaw's personality. She has a tendency to butt heads with people who tell her no or stand in her way. She isn't usually afraid of speaking her mind but occasionally there are a few cats that render her speechless. One of which being her mentor when he is criticizing her, she often just falls silent and then vows to be better the next day. Littlepaw is the kind of cat that when someone expresses frustration or disappointment in her, she feels a need to prove them wrong and will do absolutely anything in her power to do so.

when it's all said and done.

   Sarcasm is almost a second language to Littlepaw, she uses it constantly, especially when she is trying to make a point or convey humor. It is really the only kind of humor that she has and usually does not understand any other kind of humor. This little she-cat is overly sarcastic when she is trying to push her feelings aside and cope with pain or anguish. Usually Littlepaw has a short temper and so when her sarcasm is thickest is when she is angriest.

blunt discontented impatient willful obsessive

hate what you've become.

    Any cat who meets Littlepaw will become acutely aware of one thing in particular. She is not the best with her words - often too blunt or honest with cats who don't want or aren't prepared for the honest truth. Littlepaw also has trouble talking to cats in a normal conversation because she has a tendency to speak as if everyone knows everything that is going on. For instance, secrets are not her strong point unless they are her own. If she were to know someone's secret, well Littlepaw would likely accidentally let it slip without truly realizing it until well after the fact. 

i still try to find my place.

     Some people feel as though nothing they do is good enough. They always want more and are willing to do whatever it takes to get it. Usually these people forget to be thankful for what they all ready have. And that is exactly what Littlepaw is like. When she was young, all she wanted was a better family, and then a better home. When she got that, all she wanted was success, to be a warrior. And after that? Well who knows. Littlepaw has never been completely happy with her life and forgets to be thankful for each day. Maybe some day she really will regret it.

god send for the hopeless.

     Impatient is a great word to add to that list of things that would be used to describe Littlepaw. She has a tendency to get irritated when things do not happen immediately and will usually voice that opinion through sarcasm and pointed comments. Littlepaw does have a little patience when dealing with certain cats such as her mother or best friend, but other than that she will usually snap at anyone who ignores her or puts off doing something that they say they are going to.

i will be the one.

     Littlepaw calculates everything before she makes a decision. That being said, everything she does is completely willful. Sadly that also means that should the day ever come, if Littlepaw were to ever kill someone it would be intentional. This she-cat has a strong, powerful voice that she does not let be silenced and often pipes up her opinion even if it is not asked. She tends to impose herself onto others though and often forces her own beliefs and opinion into other cats, even if it is not always on purpose.

i will go on until the end.

     She has a tendency to obsess over the little things and over things that mean a lot to her. So all in all, she obsesses over everything. Littlepaw's newest obsession is becoming a warrior and has made it clear to everyone that she will one day be a warrior and that she doesn't care how long it takes. 

i can see you're falling away

    They never wanted kits. It had just been a mistake, one big mistake. He was leader of the band - the stories say his name was Twister but we may never know for sure. She was one of the breeders, unimportant to the band, her name never mentioned. She was not classified high enough to breed with the leader, he had just been fancied with her since they were young together. It was never supposed to be anything. A one night stand, nothing more. So it was no surprise that when the kits were born that the two were in deep trouble with the council. The birth of these kits brought the fall of the band and several angry cats. The kits were named Flame and Flare. Flare and Flame were separated from their mother, who was beaten and starved. The council's plan had been to only use her for breeding from that point on and kept her separated from Twister.  

Flare and Flame were abused for the majority of their youth, the two were either not fed or neglected for two moons of their life and were only kept to make an example out of them. Twister was kept out of the loop and had no idea what was happening to his kits or queen, but when he found out, well he freed them and the little family ran.

no longer the lost, no longer the same.

     The kits were nearly two moons old when Twister and his queen ran, clenching the two kits in their jaws. They were both white and ginger, though one was male and one was female. The male was much larger, healthier. He and his father escaped the band but the queen and the little female were caught. The queen fought her way from three cats and gathered her kit and ran as fast as she could. But it was met with untimely demise of the small mother, though the kit survived, barely. The mother had been running so quickly, so fast, so far, that she didn't see the cliffs. The second her feet left the ground she dropped her kit, a scream sounding through the air. The kit landed hard on the ground, it's paw and hind leg shattered and she laid on that cliff for several hours, preparing for death, preparing to never see another cat.  But then this siamese she-cat found her and brought her back to her group. This she'cats name was Fawn. 

Flare ( renamed Little at her own request ) was adopted by Fawn at the age of three moons and traveled with the band that would later become CreekClan. Her injury to her leg and paw was hard but could not be repaired no matter how hard the medicine cats worked on it. Little would often scream in pain or wake up in tears in the middle of the night. The she-cat was told she would never be able to become an apprentice or a warrior. But after hearing the stories of the old clans... well Little refused to give in that easily.

i can see you're starting to break.

It took a little over four moons for her leg to heal as far as it would. But even after four moons it was deformed and her paw was completely mangled but the bones and wounds had healed it that way. She can apply a little pressure onto it but cannot use the claws in that hind foot or use it to walk around easily. She is sadly more balanced on three feet than four but when running she will use her fourth foot. It took three days to convince her mother to allow her to become an apprentice and after careful consideration, Littlepaw was assigned to Sablefrost. They have been training for a moon now.