Combat:

• Defense: 14

• Attack: 1d20+(4)

Family:

Shellblossom. Mother. Adoptable
Stormwatcher. Father. Adoptable
Marlinstrike. Brother. Adoptable
Stagfrost. Paternal Uncle. Adoptable 


History:

Shellblossom and Stormwatcher had been trying for another litter for just over ten moons after the birth of their first and only son. Your older brother Marlinstrike had already been a blessing to the couple despite being a single-kit litter, but they had both come from small litters themselves and so had always dreamed of having a large family. Your parents are amazing and ultimately disappointed when the Gods once again bless them with a single, tiny female. According to Palmsong, they had already been given favor during the troubled birthing of young Marlin, and now only luck had been on their side with your birth. So small are you that the healer tells your mother and father that if you had happened to have siblings, you would have failed to thrive. The Gods were displeased with Shell and Storm's ungratefulness. But you were lucky to be born alone.

The family is small, but close. Marlinpaw is honored to name their newest addition, christening her as Littlekit for her obviously small size. No malice is to be found behind the action, for you are quite small indeed. Your parent's worry over you was quick to dissipate as you began to thrive soon after. You grow and mature at break-neck speed but despite getting somewhat larger you are faced with the fact that you will never be as big as your brother. Marlinstrike is a giant compared to you. They all are, and you can't help but feel your blood turn hot with envy at the prospect of always being the smallest of the bunch. Marlin finds your irritation at your stature endearing, telling you that one day you'll be big and strong too. With all of the wisdom your three measly moons grants you, you know well enough how to spot a lie. Plus, your brother happens to be particularly bad at it in the first place.

Your nursery mates all tower over you now but you don't let it stop you from playing hard-claw. They can be bigger but they're not more agile than you. Being the littlest fish means you have to find newer more inventive ways at winning, and you quickly fall into a terrible spiral of needing to prove your self-worth. You want to be the winner, and you understand now that size isn't all that matters when it comes to such things.

At six moons you are apprenticed to Stagfrost, and uncle on your father's side that you had never known about. He and your father weren't close and you can't quite wrap your mind around it. Your own family was tight-knit and despite an 11 moon difference you and Marlinstrike were thick as thieves. Father preached incessantly that family was the foundation on which a good clan cat was built, so the discovery of your blood relation with your new mentor is exciting to say the least.

You dive eagerly into your training with all the pent up anticipation from a kithood sequestered to the nursery and camp boundary carried over into your newfound rank. You're officially free to explore the world beneath your paws to your hearts content - within reason of course but the prospect sends your tail a-quiver nonetheless. It doesn't take long for you to come to the conclusion that if Stagfrost were your brother, you would distance yourself from him just as your father has so obviously done. Stormwatcher's only connection to his brother besides blood is you, and your father does his best to be there during your training. But he can't shirk his own duties, and the fact that you will wind up alone with your uncle at some point or another is inevitable. 

The older tom towers over you, though nothing is new on that front. He relies solely on his physical strength, doling out harsh blows in order to overcome his opponent. He expects you to be able to do the same and you are met with boxed ears every time you use your sharp mind to best him. Stagfrost looks down on you, he dubs you weak for your small size and all but tosses you about like a ball of moss during your training sessions. And so you make friends with a young warrior who takes pity on you so much so that he begins taking you out after your regular daily training is over. Though you are exhausted at the end of each day, the opportunity to sharpen your mind and learn more than brute strength is one you can't afford to pass up. 

Becoming a warrior is all you have ever dreamed of. The moons seem to fly by as you learn that the best way to handle your uncle is to simply smile and nod, do what he expects and then focus on bettering yourself on your own time with the help of your friends. You've kept quiet of Stagfrost's treatment though. He and your father's relationship is highly strained and you don't wish to upset the balance any further. Besides his harsh training methods, your uncle has never done anything to affront you and so you shoulder the weight for the next two moons. 

The attack seemed to come suddenly, and you were wholly unprepared for it despite your training. You and your uncle had stumbled across an abandoned fox den the scent of the animal stale but still repulsive. Being upwind of the animal left the two of you wide open to a flurry of sharp claws and teeth. When you open your eyes once more you find yourself safe in the medicine den, body sore and with numerous open wounds. Your uncle is in the nest next to yours looking decidedly worse for wear, his leg twisted beneath him unnaturally. 

Recovery is grueling to say the least. It takes time for your wounds to heal - and double that for your pride. Stagfrost quietly blames you for his now permanent limp and you can't help but feel guilty for something you had no direct control over. With only three moons of apprenticeship left, you are handed off to an older warrior called Coconuttuft. His training leaves you feeling more peaceful than you have in a long time. Though his clumsiness leaves him lacking when it comes to teaching you more about fighting or hunting, you feel as though you've learned enough of those things for a lifetime. Instead, your new mentor shows you what it means to be caring, to nurture relationships and especially how to become a disciplined individual. 

You are given the name Littleshark for your ferocity and tenacious personality. Thanks to Stagfrost you learned perhaps one of life's greatest lessons: when you get knocked down, you get back up. Yet your most prominent life lesson comes from Coconuttuft, who showed you that you don't always have to be a fighter and that sometimes it's best not to fight at all. Your parents and brother fawn over you, openly proud that you've made a name for yourself as a relentless warrior to be reckoned with despite your small stature. The world is officially at the tip of your claws, ripe and ready for the taking. 

Other:

Sorry that the history ends kind of abruptly, I hit a brick wall in the end there. ^^