Character Name: Littlesong
Character Age: Seventeen moons
Gender: Tom
Alliance: WindClan
Rank: Warrior
Appearance (6 or more sentences): This tortoiseshell tabby only has tiny dashes of cream colored fur following from the tip of his nose to the back like candy sprinkles. The rest is a mosaic of different quantities of cinnamon, chocolate and black fur, excluding his paws that are completely black from the wrist down. His ears have a nice healthy point to them, which is easily characterized by the long fur at the edges that add just the right amount of friendliness. Considering he had never grown out of his stalky and oddly proportioned body, attractive is one of the last words that come to mind when confronted with this cat. One of his most identifying features however is the wide emerald eyes that easily draw the most attention. His withdrawn and nervous personality often translates through his posture.
Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements): This tom has always been one of the nervous types. If by any chance one of his peers got a small wound, he could make it sound like it was fatal and insist that it would need to be tended to immediately. Giving this, Littlesong has an eye for detail making him a wonderful tactician which has served him well as a warrior. Due to the life he grew up with, he always feels very responsible and pressure is often built on his shoulders when negative events happen around him. This tom has never exactly gotten rid of his social wall, feeding this defensive and withdrawn reputation to others. Littlesong however has a soft spot for kittens, as they always remind him of his siblings. Like his name suggests, he finds peace in nature's melody (Wind's howl, rain's beat, insect's warning and bird's whisper) and makes up songs for the moment; typically when he's alone.
---Likes (at least 3): Serenade of nature, telling stories and playing with kittens.
--- Dislikes (at least 3): Not entirely fond of mud, winter and monsters.
---Strengths (No MORE than 5): Determination and his eye for detail has served as one of his greatest strengths.
---Weaknesses (At least 3): Clumsiness, swimming, and his anxious personality.
History (8 or more sentences): Littlesong was born into a very large family with many siblings to look after and care for. He had always shown a fascination towards the smaller creatures at an early age and studied the land, leaving his attention occupied during hunting practices his mentor set out. Many of his siblings teased him often, saying that he would always make a poor warrior due to his lack of boldness. As their methods evolved, his siblings grew apart, though he always stood loyal to them and felt very privileged by their presence. Many moons progressed and another girl was born into the family, but this one was different. Littlesong wished he remembered her name, but he clearly knew that she was a very cheerful kitten who wouldn't give up a second without being with her big brother. She always loved hearing him sing and frequently pushed him to tell her stories late at night.
As his memories start to get fuzzy, he could vaguely remember stepping foot in a land lush with trees, completely blinded by determination to show his siblings that he was destine to become a great warrior. It was heavily raining and the wind was strong enough to rip branches off trees. It was dangerous, but if he left then, he would be proving his brothers and sisters right. He heard a rustle behind him, and after a moment of excitement, he crept low to the ground and searched for the source. Something didn't seem right, however. The chocolate tom twitched his ears, noticing a faint cry for help, and realized who it was. His little sister had followed him, and she was in deep trouble. After he scrambled to find her, a tree branch caught onto his paw and he found himself completely trapped with his faced forced into the mud and gravel, suffocating and fighting for his life. With only a moment to breathe the fresh air, he called out to his sister, reassuring her that everything will be okay and attempted to sing the lullaby he sang to her every night; slowly drifted out of consciousness due to exhaustion.
He woke up many days later, completely alone and was under the paws of a medicine cat. Littlesong never knew if his sister ever survived, but he would never forgive himself for what happened that day. His songs granted him peace and cleansed the bad spirits from his mind, as it was what he and his sister shared together.
Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio): The chocolate tabby grumbled as he let his eyes open at a splinter length, blinded by the heavy rays of light that the sun greeted him with. Snapping his eyes shut once more, he slowly felt the ground to get a good grip on the grass and stretched out his paws, giving a nice wide yawn and finally peeling his eyes open. It was morning, and a beautiful morning at that. The birds played the loveliest melody and Littlesong appreciated it with all his heart, thanking them under his breath.
Comments (optional): My replies are much longer, but that's what the first paragraph looks like. Let me know if you'd like me to go further!
I also just noticed that TwilightXebenyeye's post count is over fifty, so I am unsure if they are able to reply to this topic anymore. Maybe request the thread to be moved to RiverClan so that it could be continued?