Littletear ( Windclan)

[**Liz**]

Name: Littletear
Age: 2 years
Gender: Male
Desired Position: Warrior
Accessories:

None, but if cats wore hats... definitely black fedora with a purple feather in the side. Ha! Epic.

Appearance:

Head:
Standing erect from the top of his head, gray to the tip with bits of white encircling the base, his ears are his most predominate of his features.
Besides of course his yellow, almost green eyes, ringed with a creamy white.
His muzzle too is creamy, with little stripes of gray leading down his cheeks and under his chin, like tears.
The markings on his forehead make him look like his is constantly scowling.

Body:
He is quite a small Main Coon cat for his breed. He doesn't have very many physical attributes to his name, but his small stature makes him useful in hunting and herb gathering, as he can get into places many other full grown cats cannot.
To make up for his small size in battle, Littletear uses his speed and cunning to defeat his opponents, although he usually ends up being very badly hurt, and spends much time in the medicine cat dem.

Personality:

Friends:
To friends he is soft spoken, loyal and acts on his kind heart. He is compassionate, but tries not to give advice, because he believes that cats should solve their own problems in their own ways, or else they may ruin their future.
He makes cats feel safe and secure with just a purr.
A very compassionate cat.

Foes:
Watch out. This cat's a live wire with thousands of volts pulsating through his veins.
And heaven forbid you hurt a friend of his, or even make a strike against his clan! He doesn't let his size keep him back from spear heading the battle and seeing it through with a victory to Windclans names.
A brave and noble warrior, he never lets a foe suffer in death, even if that means he has to commit a mercy killing.

History:

Kit-
He was born a single kit, and was very dependent on the younger apprentices for friends, seeing as he was the only kit in the nursery. Sometimes he'd visit the elders and learn their tales and stories of long forgotten battles and times, of Starclan and hunting and almost anything they could tell.
His parents didn't want very much to do with him, though, and so he was a fairly troubled kit believing that he was inadequate and not worthy of being a warrior.

Apprentice ship-
As an apprentice, he worked his little fluffy behind off, becoming a warrior engulfed his mind, body and soul.
He ran himself ragged, pining desperately for his parents love and approval.
In one of his last and largest battles as an apprentice, he witnessed the death of both his mother and father.
His mother had accidentaly killed his father in battle and, wrought with grief, didn't even blink as she was mowed down by another warrior.
This defined his personality, this one moment. Suddenly he felt a wave of relief and anger, chasing out three full sized warriors at once.
After this battle, he received his reward.
He was then a full warrior.

Warrior:
Now, as a warrior, he works so hard to protect his clan and friends. Not much to say about him, maybe you should stalk him.

Sample post:

Not needed.

Family:

Mother- Deceased- Crimsontail
Father- Deceased- Fellowwhisker
Siblings- None
Cousins- None
Aunts- Strikefrost
Uncles- none (unless Smoketail counts...)
Kits- None
Mates- none... yet

Other:

Uh... yeah, heard you all needed more warriors so... -hands him over- here he is

[[R] a v e n]

Accepted. ^^[/color]