Hello again!
It has been actually years since I've been on, and thus needed a new account. I don't even know what email I used for the last one....
Anyways, I'm just excited to be back and I missed this quite a bit!
Thanks for being super friendly as always!!!
~~MattiMae
Fogclan
I noticed that it was a lot different and it shocked me at first... But I think getting used to it will be easy! Thanks so much!
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Hello Hello Hello!!!!
Fellow Hufflepuff here...
Woot...
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... I brought lemon muffins 
tracking~~~ will fill out form later tonight~~~
name: Littlebreath
past names: Littlekit, Littlepaw
age: 22
gender: She-cat
looks(description or picture is allowed): above
personality: A small warrior who's only dream in life is to be happy with a mate and a litter of kits. Do to her small size, there may be complications with kits, or even finding a mate, but she remains hopeful. She may be stupidly optimistic, but no body can rain on her parade. She is always making sure her small body is freshly groomed, and she always wants to be able to help. Perhaps not fighting, or hunting, but helping the elders or medicine cat is right up her alley.
history(optional):
rank: Warrior
rank wanted: Queen, technically
family:---
mate/crush: wanted, open for development
kits: ---
Other: "Creation is messy. You want genius, you get madness; two sides of the same coin" -Steve Jobs
Full Name: Littlebreath
Nicknames (If any): Was teased as 'littlelegs' when younger. Does not like the nickname now.
Species: Cat
Breed: Tortishell
Gender: she-cat
Preferred Pronouns: she/her
Appearance (Please give detail and/or picture!): above! Do to a small genetic mutation, she is basically half the size of a regular adult cat and earning her name of Littlebreath
Wanted Ranking: [b]Sentinel[/b]
Mental Age: 35 Moons
Physical Age: 27 Moons
Sexuality/Romantic Preference: Straight
Anything Else?: Though she wants to have a higher position so she can help everyone she can, Littlebreath also wants to be a mother and is pulled between both of her passions to choose her future. Her size pushes her to keeps worker for a higher position, as giving birth to kits could injure or kill them or her.
As adult:
Names: Whisperkit/Whisperpaw/Whisperheart
Gender: Male
Breed: Blue lynx point, long hair
Eye color: blue, that develop into blue-grey eyes
Description: Whisperkit has not grown into his coloring when he is young, consisting of a lot more dark grey than the light grey that will fill out his pelt as he ages. He has long fur like his father, and long whiskers to match, along with feet much too large for his size. In fact, he is quite large for a kit, but despite his size, his personality keeps him from being intimidating to the other kits. He takes great pride in his fluffy tail and spends more time than most kits grooming it.
Personality: Even though Whisperkit is a large kit, he is almost timid in personality. Letting his siblings go first, he still maintains a small air of leadership and tries to help his siblings in his quiet way. More happy to watch the older cats go in and out of the clan than play fight like his siblings, Whisperkit is more of an observer. A good trait for someone who one day hopes to be a mediator between clans and clan skirmishes. He likes to keep to himself and hates when he listens to the queens' gossip. He would love to one day be able to protect and take care of his own mate and kits, and realizes that this isn't a dream most cats have. However, he wants to be as realistic as he can, and if that means only dreaming for a family, instead of clan leader, then that's what he'll do.
Likes: cats coming to him for advice, watching new cats, learning, helping others
Dislikes: gossip, senseless fighting, play fighting, aggressiveness
Strengths: wise beyond his years, observer, empathetic
Weaknesses: Too quiet, won't speak unless spoken too, too trusting, will risk everything for family-even unnecessarily
Writing example: Whisperkit stepped out of the nursery, blinking at the bright light. Two of his siblings ran past him, high voices squeaking about whatever game they were playing. Whisperkit, however, was much more content on sitting just outside the entrance, with his fluffy tail wrapped around him. The clan was lively in the mornings as always. The morning patrol had already left, Whisperkit noted, because of the amount of cats just sitting around. He watched the medicine cat almost step on his sister on the way to pick up a mouse for the morning. Just as he was going to slowly pick his way to his sister to corral her back to a more manageable area, his brother asked if he wanted to play with him. Whisperkit knew that he had to indulge them, and his brother would be stubborn about it when he wanted to. Whisperkit agreed, begrudgingly. This is how most of his days played out, with a few exciting exceptions. Everyday Whisperkit grew more and more into the cat he would become.
Littlebreath was caught between staying behind to keep the camp safe, as that was a very important job that needed to be done at all times, or going with the patrol as another pair of eyes and ears. After all, she was small like an apprentice, and if Echopaw had gotten stuck someone tiny, she was one of the few cats that could help. After pacing between the entrance and the middle of camp, she sat down abrubtly. If they needed her, they could come get her, she decided after much debate. Besides, if there was a battle, she would only be a burden... her thoughts trailed off. Now she was just making excuses and she knew it. Littlebreath was a capable fighter, despite her size. She knew thoughts like that would get her nowhere. And she had plenty of time to think about those thoughts now that she was left at camp. She decided to keep an ear out for anyone returning, but let her eyes wander towards the sky.
Although Littlebreath was not actively looking around at the cat that was walking towards her, she could hear the approaching footsteps. After all, she was sitting right in front of the entrance, and anyone still left around would have many busy tasks for the day to accomplish. What surprised her was when he stopped and talked to her, even sitting beside her. When Raven first started speaking, Littlebreath let out a small gasp, being startled, and turned her attention to the black cat. "That would give us something else to do, besides waiting for the patrol to get back, or growing moss on our fur," she joked and stood on her feet. Littlebreath stretched backwards in an effort to be a little more awake for the day. She blinked up at Raven. "Where should we start?" Littlefoot meowed, upbeat. She wasn't the biggest, or strongest, but she had a good pair of eyes and ears, and was eager to help.
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I'll be filling out the form for Dewheart, a wave warrior within a couple hours~
Pretty good actually!!
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I like lemon things, like i had lemon pie yesterday because pie day!
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