Littlestar

Behind the Name

He was formerly known as Littleclaw, so I'll explain that because obviously, the star part is a rank, not a description. 
Little: He was the tiniest of his litter, and remains as one of the smallest cats in the clans. 
Claw: He's a fighter, no doubt about that, a scrapper. 

Personality

Littlestar definitely has small cat syndrome. He's dealt with being underestimated and dismissed all his life, so now, he's a little bit rude, tends towards the grumpy side, and is seemingly always willing to pick a fight. This side of him is mostly seen by other clans, especially during Gatherings. Within his clan, he's less aggressive and just seems more assertive. He thinks things through, and though he can be a bit gruff, he's very fair and very honest. He doesn't like to be argued with, but will take in other opinions WHEN HE ASKS FOR THEM.

Appearance

He's a very small short haired tom. He's a little bit stocky, being muscular, but just comes off as little. His coat is short, thick and a plain dark brown, with no marks at all. His ears are sort of big for his face and his eyes, pale yellow, look a little bit haunting. He uses them to his advantage. He has several scars; the most notable are: one across his chest, a thick one from his left shoulder to his right mid section, a thinner one wrapping around his left hindleft, and finally, three claw marks on his stomach. 

History

Littlestar was born the smallest of his very large litter. He has two sisters and two brothers; he wasn't the youngest but took most of the hits and verbal jabs, due to his size. Only his favorite sister, Flowertail, ever made him feel better about it. His mother often worried whether he could ever really be considered a warrior, but things turned out fine. He was taken in by Jayfur, an older warrior who was more gruff and stingy than any other, but Littlepaw blossomed under the old tom's tutelage. He was quickly recognized as the fiercest, if not best, fighter among the apprentices and was promoted to full fledged warrior. After 12 moons as a warrior, his mother was killed in a Shadowclan confrontation, and although he holds no real grudge against them (since it was Thunderclan who started the skirmish) he is a bit distraught. In the same brawl, the previous deputy had been grievously wounded and forced to retire, opening the position. Littleclaw was considered, as the leader saw, despite his on going attitude, the ability to see right from wrong and to stay strong in the face of adversary. He was promoted and remained deputy for eight more moons, until finally, the previous leader succumbed to old age and passed into Starclan, where upon, Littleclaw assumed the role as Thunderclan leader and became known as Littlestar.

Family

Flowertail: Littlestar's favorite sister
Hawkclaw: Littlestar's oldest brother
Pinewhisker: Littlestar's second brother
Dustface: Littlestar's oldest sister

Role Play Sample

OOC: I'll improvise with cats who don't exist. 

Littlestar yawned, lips stretching over his teeth, whiskers twitching, as he rolled over in his nest. His back itched, probably the old Riverclan scar acting up again. With a flick of his tail, he was up, shaking dust and moss from his pelt, and padding quietly to the entrance of his den. The morning was dark and grey, which meant rain. He'd better tell Sorrelfang to send out hunting patrols early, since the prey would be hiding as soon as the whether started. 

It only took him three steps to leave his den and sit, observing, on the High Rock. His clan was just waking, the kits up and out early, running, tripping, and pouncing. They were followed quickly by their mothers, who yawned and gossiped but always keeping one eye on their kits. The warriors were stretching and shaking and a few were grooming each other affectionately. 

Sorrelfang trotted to him quickly, her tail waving, stick straight and open. Seeing her, Littlestar felt a burst of affection. He loved all of his warriors, but in a totally non-biased way, he loved her the most. She was a perfect compliment to him, made of humor and playful seriousness.

"I want three hunting patrols this morning." He meowed when she sat down nest to him. "You take Silvertail and her apprentice towards the twoleg place. Have Waspfur, Blazeheart, and Blackstripe go to the Sunningrocks. And-"

"Wouldn't it be better to have Lionpatch go with them, instead of Blazeheart?"

"No." Littlestar growled. "Have Lionpatch take Spiderpelt and Gorsepaw towards Owl tree."

"Border patrols?"

"Dawntail, Ashclaw, and Applefur, in the morning. Heronpelt, Ravenwhisker, and..."

"Cinderfoot?"

"Yes, for noon patrol. And Heatherleaf, Morningstripe, and Falconpaw at night. That leaves Beetlenose and Leopardfang the day to train their apprentices."

Sorrelfang dipped her head in acknowledgement and stood, stretching and yawning as the morning finally hit her. She flicked her tail against Littlestar's shoulder and padded away, heading straight towards Silvertail to begin organizing the patrols. Littlestar would throw a few more hunting and border patrols in later and was planning on joining the dusk patrol, after he checked the progress of Redpaw and Yallowpaw in their training. The life of a leader was, at least, never slow. 

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