Post by Kuwaki on Aug 5, 2016 21:49:31 GMT
☀ SMALLSTREAM ☀
NAME: smallkit - smallpaw - smallstream
GENDER: female
AGE: 40
CLAN: riverclan
POSITION: queen / warrior
SHORT DESCRIPTION: beautiful tabby queen with green eyes.
APPEARANCE:
a beautiful tabby she-cat with simple tabby markings that shouldn't strike you as out of the ordinary, but something about their pattern and smallstreams personality combined makes her seem like a soft and gentle queen. she looks much younger than forty moons, her moons of service to riverclan unknown just from her appearance. she keeps her fur clean as an example for her kits, her fur is smooth like a kittypets as though twolegs couldn't get enough of rubbing her; it shines beautifully in the sun and brings out the various amber shades in her tabby coat. smallstream is a short hair tabby with mixtures of white, orange, brown and amber in her fur with dark stripes that are located on her body with white intervals between each patch of tabby fur.
the queens eyes are an incredibly pigmented green with brown flecks circling the iris in a speckled pattern as though someone flicked their paint brush onto a canvas. her eyes are almond shaped and at each corner they tilt up slightly giving her a streamline look to her face as her bone structure matches nicely to her features. smallstreams cheek bones and nose as slant downward at the same angle as the one her eye is tilted at giving her this look of simplicity and beauty. the name "small" was earned due to her lithe figure, she's a little on the small side and the medicine cats believe this is why her litters failed so often; and why her litters were always going to be small. her body isn't exactly long, she's got a shorter body that matches her small size in a complimentary manner, her tail though; the only thing big about smallstream his her beautiful tail that looks like a thin whip as the fur thins out to the tip of it - similar to the appearance of a greyhounds tail, an unusual and unique feature of smallstreams.
like a zebra, is she white with tabby stripes or a tabby with white blotches? who knows, but she's undeniably beautiful. even which simple markings of the common tabby, something about smallstreams pelt turns heads, and yet you can walk past her and not see her when she's in her element. smallstream finds it easy to blend into the forest territories and bushes in the four territories, she'll be hard to find if she ever sets a paw over the thunderclan border and would be a perfect asset to her clan as a spy if ordered to do so.
her pelt is earthy tones, with the browns and reds making her look like the feline embodiment of autumn. her face is primarily her multicoloured tabby markings excluding the maw and a scalene triangle of white that points up from her nose, tilting slightly to the left. the left side of her head is mostly orange and amber shades with paler stripes than that of the right; dark brown and grey stripes that mark around her eyes all the way up to her ears in soft curves and tilts. smallstreams chest is white; pure white. her chest looks soft enough to be a marshmallow but has the purity of a cartoon cloud in an animation, perfectly white with now blemishes. this white can be see on her stomach and paws. the white on her paws look like little socks as they cut off in a neat line against the tabby markings that run along her legs and back all the way to her tail which tints orange at the tip. like her nose, her paw pads are a pastel pink that is easily noticed against the white fur; this weak colour adds to her beauty as a she-cat.
PERSONALITY:
her physical appearance only enhances her personality. her soft rounded edges match perfect with her soft, motherly nature. though smallstream struggled in her past to have kits even with her motherly nature; she has suffered loss of many litters and in turn she dealt with depression for a short time - this pure unhappiness has made her wise even at a younger age, she's incredibly empathetic toward those who suffer. with brindlepaws transexuality she had learned to be open minded toward others; smallstreams love extended far enough to open her eyes to the many things in the world she was so unaware of this has led her to very forward thinking and determined to prove that her kit is in fact her son even if his biology states differently; her loyalty and love for her two kits extends far enough for this gentle queen to lash out with words or claw if you go too far against her; most unlike her typical behavior. smallstream is a sociable cat, finding it easy to talk to anyone and have fun, she may be a matured mother but she still remembers what it was like to be a kit and has retained some of her kit-like playfulness and enjoys a good verbal banter between clanmates.
smallstreams motherly nature; are you a kit without a mother, or a fully grown cat or even palestar herself? say hi to your new mom. smallstream is the mother hen of riverclan, if you're not eating or waking up on time, if you're being rude and harassing warriors or elders she won't hesitate to grip you by the scruff and drag you off somewhere where she can scold you and tell you why you were in the wrong. some may find this annoying, but her loving motherly nature makes her likable; it's hard not to love a mom like her. she shows concern to all cats, even those who aren't from the clan territories at all; she's incredibly gentle and approachable if the cat approaching isn't aggressive or threatening her kits in any manner. if your a loner like littlepond joining riverclan, she'll be by your side in moments and will be sure you're fully educated on clan life before nightfall. even though smallstreams kits are old enough to care for themselves, smallstream still bounces from her nest in the nursery to the warrior den; loving to be around young kits and helping other queens.
like any motherly cat, smallstream is protective; have you a gash, a thorn in your paw, too young to be out on your own; and by two young she means under the age of thirty moons because let's admit it, if you're under thirty moons, you're practically a kit and she won't let you go out without an escort in case you trip on a twig. her stubborn nature doesn't allow for any cat to escape her protective guard, she'll be there by your side when doing border patrols making sure everything goes smoothly and ignoring her own safety in turn for yours. you can see her protectiveness best when she's with her kits, as mentioned earlier, she is incredibly defensive and protective toward brindlepaw, and patchpaw as well even though she believes patchpaw would have less of an issue yelling at starclan for putting a star in the wrong place. if you go against her and insult her she'll have no issue with it, but insult her kin and ready yourself for a tongue lashing that'll last much longer than necessary.
after many moons of trying to have a litter, anyone could see that smallstream is determined; her determination can be best seen in her determination as a kit. being born a perfectly healthy kit and then breaking her hind leg, her determination to heal and continue fighting and training to be a warrior even as she entered her twelfth moon and was stuck in a medicine cats den just waiting for her leg to recover. it can be seen again when she spent moons trying to build herself a family after the loss of her mother and father; four failed litters, three miscarried and one where her two kits were still born, it was heartbreaking to watch smallstream keep trying, many told her to stop putting herself through it but her determination earned her patchpaw and brindlepaw, two kits the queen couldn't be prouder of. even now in current times, smallstream is determined for ever cat to love her kits and see them as she does.
smallstream is a popular cat within riverclan, she's always been incredibly sociable; she was born as a single kit, her mother and fathers lone litter and lone kit to match. because of being alone in the nursery, smallstream had to befriend every other cat in the clan so she could have a constant stream of entertainment when cats went off to do patrols. from three moons, smallstream was helping apprentices with bedding for the elders so she could have company. most cats loved her adorable attempts to become everyones friend, even when opposing clans visited to speak to whitestar and the deputy that preceded palestar; lightheart, they couldn't help but allow the kit to tell them each her short life story of less than six months as she continued in her mission to be everyones friend. even now, smallstream can still be seen talking eagerly to her friends at gatherings and sharing tongues with nearly every cat in the evening; no cat could honestly say they disliked the gentle queen.
now, smallstream isn't all perfect. she struggles with commitment; her mate and father of her kits remains hidden from the clan due to her not being able to maintain an intimate relationship like that. it was the exact same with every unsuccessful litter she had - each mate she took was left soon after the news of her failed litter or birth of her still born kits. some may see this is cruel; but smallstream struggles to allow herself to be tied down to another cat, having never been a fan of romance and yet, she wanted kits so badly that she knew she needed to take a mate to have them. yet smallstream was so determined to have kits she wasn't exactly concerned at the time about hurting her mates feelings; until she finally had to call it off. at this point, smallstream has had three unsuccessful mates and after having kits she will most likely not take another one in the future.
HISTORY:
born to sparrowflight and fallenstep; a loving couple who mated at an older age and managed to have one litter before fallenstep was too old. as mentioned earlier, her kithood was uneventful and obedient due to her mother only having one kit to keep out of trouble; she spent most of her time being friends with anyone anyway. i'll spare you the details of smallkit and her constant chatter between warriors and elders.
after a rather uninteresting kithood, smallstream was named smallpaw to a mentor; snapjaw; a beautiful tom cat. smallpaw was constantly confused about his name, she had no issues blurting out "whats up with your name?", but thanks to her large almond eyes that looked up so curiously at snapjaw, the senior warrior simply laughed and told her the story of how is mother couldn't think of a nice name for her first born and ended up calling him 'snapkit' because all he did was nip his other siblings. that story alone had snapjaw good in smallstreams books; she obediently learned for him until one morning when her father, sparrowflight, snuck her out of camp before training for a quick father / daughter hunt that ended up in a disaster. the two of them strayed too far from the fourtrees and sparrowflight eagerly showed her where they would be taking her each full moon for gatherings. both cats ended up playing, distracted they ended up on the thunderpath at the wrong time. the monster only clipped smallstream but took her fathers life in a single moment, before the monster slowed,
smallstream watched in horror as a twoleg and its kit ran toward her and her fathers limp and mangled body, smallstream acted the only way she could when placed in front of a twoleg; she ran. or at least, tried to, with a broken leg she only got to the bushes before collapsing and watching as the twoleg kit wailed and the mother brought her paws to her fathers corpse. smallstream wanted to rip the fools hand off in that moment; the most aggressive thought she'd ever experienced in her short life. she hissed and restrained herself from wailing as her father was brought into the belly of a monster and taken away. smallstreams snuffling in a bush is what brought snapjaw to her; who had tracked her and her fathers scent after they hadn't returned. he put the eight moon old apprentice on his back and carried her easily back to camp.
it took ten weeks after aurorasong confirmed her leg broken for it to heal. and then it took far too long for to fully recover and regain strength for training; she was twelve moons old and still full of grief like her mother. she continued her training under snapjaw who had put off his retirement to finish her training; she was his last apprentice and easily one of his favourites. even when she was stuck inside, snapjaw was there when her mother couldn't be; comforting her and telling her stories of the apprentices' and new kits that came into the clan. snapjaw was smallstreams best friend. she and him were constantly trying to bring her up mothers mood and they did succeed in the end; they ended up being a small family, snapjaw feeling like smallstreams older brother rather than her mentor, though she still showed the tom a huge amount of respect. she moaned constantly about how his slow loss of sight was taking him away from doing patrols with her as two warriors rather than a mentor and apprentice.
fallenstep and snapjaw retired the day smallstream received her name, her suffix chosen by snapjaw. he chose 'stream' for smallstreams ability to keep going like the constant flow of the rivers that run through riverclan. smallstream constantly teased snapjaw on his sentimentality and called him an 'old bag' even though he was fifty moons and only retired due to loss of sight, even now, he remains blind in the elders den still being the butt of smallstreams jokes.
smallstream was given her apprentice at twenty-three moons, a handsome tom cat called briarpaw; she found herself not bonding well with this cat even though she treated him like kin. the tom cat was sadly incredibly stand-offish in behaviour, refusing to hold a proper conversation with her and far to eager to battle everything that came slightly too close to the border. briarpaw had the looks and attention that gave him a stuck up personality; he knew he was beautiful. the tom actually had nothing against smallstream but was still the reason why smallstream decided that perhaps, mentoring after just becoming a warrior wasn't for her. with the free time after briarpaw was named briarclaw, smallstream found herself fawning over kits and wanting her own. she found herself a tom just as eager to have kits as she was; duskface, a dark brown tabby with a cloudy grey face and beautiful blue eyes. once she found out she was pregnant the couple were ecstatic until everything went wrong; they tried three times in total before calling it off, each time they miscarried and duskface blamed smallstream for the failed pregnancy which sent the she-cat into a spiral of depression.
the queen spent moons feeling hollow, as though she was numb; unable to feel the pain or want for kits that she once felt. she pushed through each day as though she was walking through snow that went up to her head; with great difficulty. none of the clan was aware of her condition, she became skilled at hiding how she felt, not wanting to concern others; she was fine. she thought she was fine. smallstream didn't understand what had changed for her; why she felt so strange everyday, and yet, she wasn't physically ill? thankfully, her depression eased, smallstream through herself into her warrior duties to keep her mind distracted and busy, once she found this worked, she went off to manipulate a tom cat to help her in her goal for kits. she didn't realize she was manipulating him for what she wanted until she was pregnant once more with her fourth litter. when they were born already dead, smallstream wasn't sad; she was just angry. she left that mate for another cat, a cat who like her didn't want anything serious but was willing to help her.
her fifth litter, her first successful litter gave her to she-cats to adore, brindlepaw and patchpaw. the father wanted little to do with them, which was fine, she didn't tel their kits who he was and she didn't tell the clan either. smallstream had never felt such intense happiness as she did that day, snapjaw was in immediately and pretending to steal away her kits while her mother batted him on the head as best she could with her old bones. smallstream knew her mother hadn't much time left; but seeing her kits before she left her for starclan warmed smallstreams heart. after two moons from the day her kits were born, her mother passed away from old age. smallstream mourned the loss but understood that her mother was never truly happy after the loss of her father; so smallstream found comfort in snapjaw, her kits and the thought that her parents were reunited in starclan for good.
it was only when she started to notice changes in brindlepaw, the underlying unhappiness with daughter and she knew patchpaw had noticed as well. when she sat down to talk to brindlepaw, she was overjoyed after a moment to process the idea of her daughter actually being her son, she was delighted to have a son and a daughter and was eager to help patchpaw understand her brothers decision. smallstream was quick to his defense when someone called brindlepaw a she-cat, she is utterly proud of both of her kits; brindlepaw for his strength and patchpaw for her loyalty and understanding. when the two finally became apprentices', smallstream was certain snapjaw was up and by her side as her kits ran up to receive their names. she leaned against her blind friend as a purr rumbled deep within her chest as she watched her kits pad away as young warriors in training.
now, smallstream bounces from the nursery to the warriors den; unsure of where to put herself due to how much she enjoys aiding the current nursing queens when they need breaks; though she continues in her warrior duties.
