Sept 5, 2019 23:57:53 GMT -5
littleshark
tidalclan ∙ fighter ∙ female ∙ 26 moons
PREFIX little ➤ given to the molly for her small stature and fine bone structure. | SUFFIX shark ➤ granted for her confidence, charisma and skill in battle. |
Appearance
Description sentence:
A small golden tabby molly with green eyes
Appearance:
Bright honey marred by smooth molasses, the small-boned female takes pride in her unusual coat kept shiny with a primary diet of fish. While the underlying color of her pelt is made of ticked brown and golden hairs, the sandy coloration is overridden by thick black stripes flowing from the corners of her eyes to the tip of her tail. Eyes are wide and round above a pert nose, giving her a rather inquisitive expression a majority of the time. Littleshark is described as being petite, her small stature similar to her leader's though she doesn't have the Chief's abundant fur to give her an appearance of looking larger than she truly is. Under her lean frame are toned muscles built over her moons as a fighter for her clan. Regardless of her small stature the molly has made a name for herself as a force to be reckoned with and is not one to be taken lightly on the field of battle.
Personality
Positive Traits: • Fierce • Intelligent • Playful | Negative Traits: • Obstinate • Temperamental • Untrusting |
Personality:
+ Fierce ➤ Littleshark was born to be a fighter. The molly is confident and decisive, nearly unwavering in the face of danger which can be both a blessing and a curse. She's certainly not the kind of girl to back down from a fight even when in the presence of a lager, more skilled opponent. Her eagerness to fight back stems from an unwavering need to be the victor in all things. 'Competitive' would be an understatement, as Littleshark feels that one needs to have actual competition first. Such a line of thinking leads her to be quite childish at times, but she's quick to shrug off the disapproving stares of her clan-mates. What's the point of doing anything if you're not the one prancing 'round the victor's circle in the end?
+ Intelligent ➤ Collected, logical, sly - traits that Littleshark values most in herself. Being born smaller than the majority of her clan-mates meant that she had to make up for what she lacked in brute strength somehow, and sharpening her mind has been the key to gaining a leg up. When assigned a new patrol destination, the fighter makes sure to create a map of it in her head, tucking away bits and pieces regarding rest areas and where prey is most abundant. She's quick coming up with solutions in critical situations, though she could do to use her cunning intellect a bit more than her sharp tongue to help avoid confrontation.
+ Playful ➤ Always one for having a good time Littleshark loves a good joke of any kind, though she is especially keen on charm and wit. The she-cat can't help but preen while amicably tossing jeers back and forth among companions. When it comes to close friends she is most fond of a good roast-session, and with quite the wide variety of jokes in her playbook it's much easier to relate to the she-cat through her funny bone than anything else.
- Non-believer ➤ Though she has never told anyone, the hard-headed molly doesn't exactly believe in the Gods as much as she would like others to think she does. The idea that the Gods and Ancestors have direct control over the lives on the ground seems ridiculous to her. Just about the only thing that would change her mind is if she happened to see the elusive beings for herself. To Littleshark, if she can't see something or touch it with her own paw, there's no way to prove that it exists. She believes in good old-fashioned karma and that every 'coincidence' has a logical explanation behind it. However, just because the she-cat doesn't believe in the Gods or Ancestors, it doesn't mean she doesn't believe in the warrior code. The code itself is a tangible thing, followed by all clans of new and old, and therefore something she can easily get on board with.
- Obstinate ➤ When faced with decision-making it can sometimes take Littleshark a bit to make up her mind, but when she finally decides there is very little in the world that can shake her conviction to following through. She isn't prone to compromise or changes in schedule as she tends to follow a rather strict self-set regime. Even as a kit the molly had an unruly stubborn-streak. She would never want to sleep when she was supposed to, choosing instead to follow her elder brother around any time he was within the camp boundaries. As she's gotten older, Littleshark has become better at listening when given orders, though it still takes a lot to convince her to do something she truly doesn't wish to. Though she is open to seeking the opinions of others, she sometimes has a hard time following through with their advice if it contradicts her own opinion regarding what the best course of action is.
- Untrusting ➤ If you're not a part of Tidalclan, chances are that you've never - and likely would never - see the sunny playful side of Littleshark. Outsiders are looked upon without favor, though she wouldn't pick a fight with one just for the sake of pride as she believes herself to be better than such antics. Even so, the molly isn't above judging those that aren't a part of her own clan especially if their own lineage broke off from the main group once it was decided they could no longer coexist so closely due to their own differences. Currently she has no reason to be openly hostile to Jungleclan but has no intentions of becoming friends with any member of the rival clan.
Skills & Combat
Strengths: • Close combat • Observation • Swimming | Weaknesses: • Patience • Sprinting • Healing |
Combat:
• Defense: 14
• Attack: 1d20+(4)
Character Background
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 Notes
Other:
Sorry that the history ends kind of abruptly, I hit a brick wall in the end there. ^^
Sorry that the history ends kind of abruptly, I hit a brick wall in the end there. ^^