Littlestar - F - Leader

littlestar

and the arms of the ocean are carrying me

NAME: Littlefire Littlestar
AGE: 34 moons
GENDER: She-cat
CLAN: ThunderClan
RANK: Deputy Leader

and all this devotion was rushing out of me

SHORT DESCRIPTION:

Extremely small sand colored she-cat.

APPEARANCE:

Littlefire is a small she-cat of exotic proportions. Upon first meeting her, one may wonder why a apprentice- nay, kit, was out and about with the warriors, for she is a very small cat, shorter than every warrior, on level with just some of the apprentices- and just barely larger than some of the larger kits about to become apprentices. Aside from her general size, her legs are long in comparison to her body size, and she is skinny, long, and lithe, with large rounded ears, and a petite, narrow, triangular face.

Her pelt is a beautiful thing, however. Her short, soft fur is a pale sand color along her legs and under he belly, however it darkens a bit on her back and head, mixing with a bit of orange. She has a few markings as well- albeit not many. Black bands are located on both of her forearms, and on her face, triangles of orange are found on each and every corner of her eye. Her eyes are a pale, dusty aqua blue, making them seem more of a grey color, but set on such a contrast against her color, stand out with a piercing quality.

and the crashes are heaven for a sinner like me

STRENGTHS:

• Cunning
• Intelligence
• Loyalty

WEAKNESSES:

• Damaged back leg
• Small size
• No fear of confrontation

PERSONALITY:

For her small stature, Littlefire has a huge personality- the source of her namesake. Intelligent and cunning, to her enemies, she is a force to be reckoned with. While she may not have the strength in physical battle, only speed, she had the mental ability to devise a winning strategy using other methods, which she willingly shares with her clanmates. When an "enemy" is really just a clanmate she holds some grudge against, it's a different story. It's not hard to tell when you've made this she-cat angry- she'll give you the coldest shoulder ever, and with her sharp tongue, will drive you into the ground if you try to continue the argument- for once one starts, she'll fight to end it, and avoid the cat at all costs until things have blown over.

To her friends, she is a warm cat, however, affectionate and loving, jumping hurdles to make them happy- unless they do something to anger her, in which case the above happens, very abruptly. Loyal to her clan to a fault, she has a good grip on her emotions, and henceforth, uses logic to control her actions, over blind feelings.

but the arms of the ocean delivered me

FOSTER MOTHER: Fernsong
FOSTER FATHER Half-ear
BIOLOGICAL MOTHER: Honey
BIOLOGICAL FATHER Micah
FOSTER SIBLINGS: Birdflight (F), Rockfur (M), Squirrelleap (F),
BIOLOGICAL SIBLINGS: Lime (M), Goldie (F) , Sasha (F), Hendrick (M)
OTHER FAMILY: Biological Nieces/Nephews- Sasha's Pebbles (F), Straw (F), Worm (M)
MENTOR: Hawkstrike (M), Iceheart (M)
HISTORY:

Should life have not played out how it did, she would have been the kit of Honey and Micah, two Kittypets living in the lap of luxury. However, when two teenage twolegs tried to break into the home- stealing of one the purebred cats (among other twoleg items), she was taken, young, small, eyes still closed and unable to fend for herself, and ditched in the woods when the two teens lost their courage and didn't want the evidence pinned on them.

She would have died that night, cold and alone, but she was blessed as a patrol found the miniature sized kit, and rushed her back to ThunderClan, where she was quickly accepted by an older queen that had given birth just weeks before. It was Fernsong's love and her mate, Stoneclaw's loyalty- together, their devotion to their kits, even Littlekit which they named her for her small size, that kept her alive. She grew up, aware that the two cats weren't her parents, but loved them all the same, for they loved her just as they did her siblings, Birdkit, Rockkit, and Squirrelkit. Squirrelkit bullied her for her size, however Birdkit and Rockkit were her protectors, causing her to bond closely with the two.

Just before their turned six moons old, Stoneclaw was injured in battle, one of his ears mauled so badly that he lost his hearing in it, and was forced to retire to the elder's den. Fernsong stayed with her kits until their apprentice ceremony, and then chose to retire with her mate, acknowledging that this was her last litter- which she was very proud of for what she saw in those kits, but that she was getting older and was ready to rest for the rest of her life. Littlekit, now Littlepaw, was given loyal and strong Hawkstrike as a mentor, working hard with him daily, although she chose to wake up early every morning to clean the elder's den and bring them food, as a lasting loyalty and love to her foster parents, just to continue to prove how grateful she was for their caring for their adopted kit.

During a boundary battle with ShadowClan, Hawkstrike's life was taken, and Littlepaw herself was badly injured. She spent half a moon in the medicine cat's den, fighting infection from a long, deep gash that traveled down her side and her back leg, slicing through muscle and tendon, and leaving her with a permanent limp, although an even fiercer spirit. It wouldn't stop her from being a warrior, but it did alter how she had to fight a little bit. Still mourning from the loss of her mentor, she was given Iceheart as a new mentor, a cat very different from Hawkstrike. Where Hawkstrike had been warm and gentle, Iceheart was stern and strict, and there were days she questioned his loyalty to the Clan. The two were forever fighting, disputing over everything, from her caring for her parents in the morning, to once, she even questioned his loyalty, to which he only gave her a strange, malice filled look, and a cuff over the ear.

Nonetheless, she wasn't his apprentice for long, as her Warrior Ceremony came up fast, where she was dubbed Littlefire, accepting it gratefully and moving to the Warrior's den with her siblings- and sadly, Iceheart, whom she swore he was forever glaring at her with his icy blue eyes, threatening her very existence, however she tried to ignore him. A few moons into her warrior-ship, she was given her first apprentice, a little tom named Blackpaw. She and he grew close, however she trained him with everything she had learned from her mentors- Iceheart's strength, yes, but Hawkstrike's loyalty, determination, and kindness- she even forced him to wake up with her every morning to clean out the Elder's den, something the two of them still continue to do, even now that he is Blackclaw.

never let me go, never let me go

ROLE-PLAYER: Glitch
WRITING SAMPLE:

Thunder rumbled, a loud, bursting sound that seemed to cause the ground to shake. The wind that howled through the reeds making a sound that would have set any cat's fur on end, but it didn't shake the tom that sat in the reed clearing of the medicine cat's den, his face permanently twisted into a scowl, his silver eyes, glaring at a small puddle that had formed in the den, but not seeing it. The tom was lost in his own mind, where rage and grief boiled. Silverstar was dead. The one cat that cared for him, that even broke the nonsense warrior code for him, to love him, was gone.
Because he couldn't save her.

He has known she had been in danger, he had gone to the gorge that day, knowing something wasn't right- but he wasn't fast enough, strong enough- he was there only to watch the look of terror on her face as she went over the edge to her death. Only there to rip the throat out of the cat that killed her, but it brought him no peace. A warrior stuck in a medicine cat's body had no skill to save his leader, his lover.

A small mouse emerged through the reeds, sniffing for food, unaware of the mass of pure fury that was Twistedface only some tail lengths away. He found his claws sinking deep into the ground, tearing marks of fury, his crooked jaw clenched in rage, a knot in his throat, pressure in his chest, eyes narrowed to deadly slits. A long hiss eased from his throat, and his tense muscled uncoiled. He flung himself forward, landing on the mouse, listening to it scream for only a moment before both his claws sank deep and his teeth began to maul. He massacred the small, defenseless creature as if it would bring him relief. It didn't. By the time he was finished, the small body was cold, caked in dust, blood, and mud, barely recognizable.

His shoulders slumped, the light of fury died from his eyes. Catching his breath and suppressing a caterwaul of sorrow, he dragged his paws forward into the sheltered reed hollow that was his nest, pushing past the entrance, the reeds swishing into place like a door behind him. He collapsed into his nest, head on his paws. It smelled like Silverstar in here. How many nights had the she-cat risked herself to spend the night with the tom? Too many. It was a painful room, and yet it was the closest he could get to her; the other cats had StarClan to believe their loved ones resided in. He had pain and sorrow. His body gave a shudder and he shut his eyes tightly, wallowing in misery and his leader's slowly fading scent, listening to the first light patters of rain on the reeds as the sky opened up to moisten the scorching greenleaf day.

(Lazy, it's NS' Twistedface xD)

Lyrics: Never Let Me Go by Florence + the Machine

_-_-_-_-_-_-ACCEPTED!!-_-_-_-_-_-_

With the loss of her Leadership position, and my intense love for Rabid that won't let me even attempt to take it from her, I'd like to audition Littlefire for ThunderClan deputy.

Here's her bio, although still trapped in the archives.

Oh, I have a special scenario for your Littlefire! Get ready to meet Willowkit...

How this is going to work is the thread will be held on here. (Just like with Rabid's audition.) I will post first so that you can get the feel of what's happening. There's no right or wrong way to reply, technically. It's really just to see how well your Littlefire will be as the deputy (which should be no problem at all, but just for the sake of rules~). Anyways, I'll start. Get ready to meet your doom at the hands of Willowkit. XD

Willowkit

The sun was up and shining when Willowkit left the nursery. She inhaled the scents of the freshly caught fresh-kill and the smell of rain on the horizon. She loved that smell. Her little pink nose in the air, she sniffed and tried to decipher the new scents of the day. The medicine cat's scent was stale. Or at least, to Willowkit it smelled stale. Oh man she could have so much fun in the medicine den! Then she thought of her mother and winced. Her mother hadn't been too happy with her the last time she planned a raid on the medicine den. She was stuck in the nursery for a whole half-moon! It was completely unreasonable!

Willowkit's softly colored brown ears wiggled as she tried to capture the sounds of the camp. Iceglade was in the corner talking to Spottedwing. A tortoiseshell she-cat with sea-blue eyes and a fierce expression stalked away from a dusty gray elder. And then, there she was. The exact she-cat Willowkit knew would be her next target: Littlefire. The warrior could be a bit uptight at times, but Willowkit had put worms on her fresh-kill when she wasn't looking, and she had already soaked her nest with cold water from the spring by the camp entrance, but that was all in the past! Surely Littlefire had formed some sort of humor out of her experience! On the other hand, Willowkit thought that maybe she would be even more angry than before. She sat down and thought about it for less than a second and she was up on her paws once more. Littlefire wouldn't mind! She'd just laugh.

Willowkit crept around the massive rock that was on the edge of the camp near the warriors den. Oh she would think of something good! She looked around to see what was at her disposal. Dirt. Well that was great. But dirt alone will just be a nuisance. She wants it to be big! She looked around for a second time and saw a small sliver of water falling down an ivy tendril in the walls of the camp. The water gathered on the dusty ground in a small puddle. But that small puddle was enough to get Willowkit's mind reeling. She scooped up some mud from the puddle and then rolled it around in the dust to help keep the outside ball solid while the inside was soft. She got into her position. A paw on the rock and the ball in the other paw. With as much balance as she could muster, her tail wriggling to keep her balanced as well, she thrust the mudball from her paw as hard as she could. She fell forward and rolled over the rock just as the mudball hit it's target: Littlefire. And it spread all over the she-cat's back. With a smile of pure ornery, Willowkit knew that she had just achieved something so daring, so stupidly applied that she would go down as the most courageous kit in the history of the Clans. And then she laughed.

What a beautiful morning! Littlefire purred to herself as she slipped out of the warrior's den, the sun rising slowly into a bright blue, cloudless sky. The rain yesterday had settled any dust in the air, and cleared the atmosphere to a crisp, clean clarity that made the small she-cat feel refreshed and clean. A gentle breeze caressed her sand colored tabby fur, and she gave a pleasant stretch, taking in the scents of the morning. A few cats were out and about- Spottedwing, and- oh of course, Willowkit. She glanced around until she caught site of the little she-kit, who seemed to be frantically searching, for her next victim no doubt. Littlefire snorted, and turned her back on the kit. The little cretin had personally made Littlefire her game for the past few moons, stowing worms in her fresh kill, soaking her nest, all around causing misery and discomfort for the warrior. She snorted angrily. She refused, refused to be the kit's pawn any more, and would not fall prey to her "play". Sitting back on her haunches, she pushed the kit out of her mind and tried to relax, drawing deep breaths of the fresh air, and letting the annoyance seep out of her, until...

She shrieked as a cold, wet glob slammed into her back, exploding and coating her fur with sticky, strong-smelling mud. The annoyance was sucked back into her with a sharp inhale, burning hot and powerful in her chest. She spun around, the fur that wasn't matted with mud sticking up in anger. She didn't even have to search for her assailant, her pale grey eyes fell immediately on Willowkit, laughing hysterically, beaming with pride. With a low hiss, she stalked towards the kit, ears flat to her head.

"You little monster! What are you thinking? Why is it your one goal in life to make everyone miserable?"

As she closed the distance between herself and the kit, she was thankful for her sharp tongue and passionate anger, because truthfully, she was barely taller than the kit, and that was only thanks to her long legs, and otherwise, she was about the same size. However, she had the strength and cunning of a warrior behind her, and hoped that was intimidating enough, because at this moment, she wanted to scare the kit off of her tail, permanently.

Willowkit

Willowkit laugh. Peals of laughter emanated from the little body sprawled in front of the rock. Littlefire sure wasn't expecting that one! New waves of laughter came over her when the mud ball hit its target and she squealed from the cold. Oh man, this was going to be the best reaction she's ever gotten from any warrior!

Littlefire spun around with such speed that it shocked Willowkit. She didn't stop laughing though. The mud caked onto the warrior's body made her look like a walking mud-warrior. Anger seethed underneath all of that mud though. Anger that, somehow, Willowkit couldn't see.

"You little monster!" She raged. Littlefire stalked across the camp to where Willowkit lay, still sprawled. What are you thinking? Why is it your one goal in life to make everyone miserable?" Willowkit still giggled even though she tried to hold back at least a little bit. If Willowkit could see anything, it was that this she-cat was at least a little distressed.

"I'm not making everyone miserable!" She defended. "In fact, if you didn't act like you rule the whole camp you might have some fun!" Willowkit sure hadn't thought that one through but she couldn't stop now. She had to keep speaking to get her point across to this she-cat. "If you didn't act like you rule the camp then you wouldn't care what the other warriors thought. Even if you acted like a kit." The words tumbled from her mouth but she kept going. She couldn't stop now. Oh, no. She had to go all the way. "Maybe, after I threw the ball at you, you could have thrown one back at me!" Willowkit was on her paws now. A tiny body full of a hot, kit-ish anger. She wasn't angry exactly, but very indignant.

"Have some fun." She said. "It won't kill you, Littlefire." Willowkit looked up at the warrior. She was so tiny. So, hopelessly tiny that she wondered how she was even a warrior. But she knew from stories that Littlefire was fierce and fast. She may not be horribly strong, but she could tear into you five times before you could even take a blow at her. She supposed she had to compensate for her lack of muscle somehow. "Who knows. You might even like it." And then she waited with baited breath. Hoping that what she said wouldn't end up with a hard cuff around the ears and a half-moon of caring for the elders or even worse...a half-moon of no play!

Littlefire bristled as the kit spoke, glaring bitterly as she ranted on and on, accusing that it was the warrior's fault that she took such offense to the kit's actions. Face to face with Willowkit, Littlefire could still smell that soft, kit scent clinging to her pelt, even as she fluffed up in aggravation. It would have been amusing and fun and all, if not the cold, gritty mud still seeping into Littlefire's fur and dribbling down her back. In fact, that little sensation of cold mud water curling around her spine and down her shoulders kept the fire in her gut burning. She flexed her claws, and retracted them before roughly cuffing the kit, and turning stalking a few steps away.

"That's for making my life miserable." She hissed, wheeling sharply around to stare the kit down, beginning to stalk around her like a shark circling it's prey.

Her pale eyes narrowed, pupils flexing. She figured now, she should just go back to her den, or down to the river and attempt to wash her fur- but how she resented acting like an otter in the cold, racing stream. She could picture it now, floundering around in the stream like a fish, water running brown and dirty. Even then, she'd be tasting mud for days when she groomed. Her eyes flicked to the wall where the water trickled down to a muddy puddle, and a small smirk twisted her muzzle. Now positioned behind Willowkit, a lovely, wicked idea formed as the puddle grew.

And for the rest of your punishment..."

She took a few, long strides to the puddle, and quickly stepped into it, using her powerful back legs to kick at the mud, scraping deep, and sending a great deal of mud flying through the air, arching towards to splatter and smother the kit, taking what had been done to her to a higher level- and the glee of revenge had a cruel grin splitting her face wide, watching Willowkit.

Willowkit

Willowkit could see that somehow she had crossed the line. Dread spread over the kit as she realized that Littlefire had it in for her. She was doomed. She noticed as Littlefire flexed her claws. Willowkit's eyes grew into big round O's. She was going to scratch her?! Surely a warrior couldn't do that to a kit! It had to be in the warrior code or something! Quicker than quick, Littlefire cuffed Willowkit around the ears. Hard. But...it didn't sting. It was a dull throb but nothing like the sting of a scratch. Willowkit shook her head and pawed at her ears to find a cut. She looked at her paws to notice that there was no blood. Not even a trace. She didn't scratch me?

Willowkit was bewildered. This cat was strange to say the least. Going to scratch a kit and messing with her head by letting her see the claws and then retracting them at the last second? This she-cat is a lunatic!

"That's for making my life miserable." She glared down at Willowkit. Those fierce eyes on such a tiny body...Willowkit was surely dead. Littlefire glanced around the camp for a second and then a cruel smile crept onto her face which made Willowkit's pelt crawl. "And for the rest of your punishment..." Littlefire lulled. She took large steps to where the mud puddle lay and hopped right into it. Willowkit's eyes became even more large at what Littlefire was doing. She's going to do it! Willowkit almost laughed. And then she did what Willowkit had hoped her speech would inspire. Littlefire dug her back legs into the mud puddle as hard as she could and flung it out, sending it into a high arch towards Willowkit. Before she knew it, cold mud had splattered all over her little body. The mud sent chills down her back and made her fur stick up in odd spikes. Willowkit let out peals of laughter even though the mud kept coming. It kept layering itself onto her.

"Mud fight!" She howled into the air as she flung herself into the thick of things. She hurdled toward the flinging mud hoping to run into Littlefire. To roll around in the mud with Littlefire would be the highlight of this moon alone. She closed her eyes and made a run for it and jumped. And then, without warning came into contact with something. Something squished. Willowkit grabbed the squished thing and tried her hardest to hold on. She hoped that it was Littlefire. Willowkit laughed and laughed, a high tinkling of sound. This, was the single most best day in the history of kithood! At least, according to Willowkit.

Littlefire groaned and rolled her eyes- kits! They were insatiable and insane. Instead of running away and learning her lesson, as Littlefire had hoped, she charged launching herself into the air and slamming into the warrior's hindquarters. Littlefire slid into the mud with a squeal of displeasure, and became locked into a wrestling match with a kit, nearly her size. She rolled and flopped, trying to get free, and only further coating herself, all the while Willowkit's squeals of excitement permeated the air. Littlefire kicked and yowled, and finally, with the mud as lubrication, slid from the kit's grasp.

Standing on solid, dry ground, and leaving the kid flipping in the mud, her stance was wide and her pelt dripping. Her fur matted down, she looked even tinier than usual- looking back at Willowkit- was she always nearly the same size as the young cat? Her gaze snapping up, she noted a few warriors laughing hysterically, and a few others staring in stark curiosity. Littlefire wheeled around to send a sharp retort Willowkit's way, but it died in her throat. Why bother? It wasn't the first time Willowkit would be punished and not the last, and having returned fire, she was pretty certain any complains she had were useless. Littlefire allowed herself to relax and sighed in defeat, sitting back on her haunches and eyeing her pelt apprehensively. She really was going to have to go to the stream in order to clean off, nausea welling up at the very idea of trying to lick herself clean.

"Look what you've done to my fur. Now I'm going to have to act like a River Clan cat and swim." She shuddered, but looking at the equally dirty kit, she scoffed. "But I doubt your mother is going to want to clean you when you're coated in mud, so it looks like you'll be taking a swim yourself."

Willowkit

Willowkit had succeeded in charging at Littlefire and holding onto her. She rolled around in the mud and made sure that they were both equally covered in the filth. Oh what a day it was! Willowkit squealed as the mud seeped deeper into her pelt and chilling her to the bone, but she played on still. Littlefire groaned and squealed and yowled but she still wrestled back. She had pushed Willowkit deep into the mud to where Willowkit became slightly stuck. Well, stuck enough for Littlefire to slip out of her paws.

The tiny warrior was covered ears to tail tip in mud. Covered this much she looked tinier than ever. Littlefire looked at herself and screwed up her face in disgust. "Look what you've done to my fur. Now I'm going to have to act like a River Clan cat and swim." She exaggerated. Oh bother! She's soprissy. Then Littlefire's eyes flickered to Willowkit's and she scoffed. Willowkit must've lookd even worse if Littlefire was insulting the kit's pelt."But I doubt your mother is going to want to clean you when you're coated in mud, so it looks like you'll be taking a swim yourself." Willowkit looked down at her chest and paws. Surely she was covered in a thick layer of the brown stuff.

"Suppose I am." She said and hopped out of the mud puddle with a slight sucking sound. "I know where a good stream is to wash out in. It's not too cold either. C'mon." Willowkit said to Littlefire. The kit bounced as she trotted to a small hole in the walls of the camp. She used this hole many times to leave without being seen. It was conveniently hidden behind patches of ivy that had become overgrown. No warrior bothered to cut them back. What was they harm? They only added to the wall and made it stronger. So the warriors just left it alone.

Without looking back to see if the warrior was following, she crossed through the wall and began her trek through the wood. It wasn't too far. Actually, you could see the stream from the top of the wall of the camp. It was hidden behind some boulders though (that's where the stream came out of) but many of the warriors knew it only by the boulders. Only a kit would be small enough to fit into the hole to get to the underground hot spring. Willowkit had memorized many hiding places. This one being her favorite, but she didn't midn sharing.

She lead the warrior past several visual markers like certain stones or plants that helped Willowkit lead herself there. And then they came to the hot spring. "It's right in here!" She said to the warrior. Without looking back once more, she threw herself into the hole. The space of the cave was humid with steam. Willowkit pawed around until her paws hit something wet and warm. She knew that the spring was right here. "Come on in! The water is fine!" And she jumped into the stream.

The kit seemed indifferent to the idea, dragging herself noisily out of the mud and scurrying forward a few feet, bubbling about a stream they could wash in. Littlefire arched a brow curiously as the kit began to bounce towards the edge of the camp. Kits weren't supposed to leave the camp on their own, but as Willowkit pushed through what seemed to be a solid wall, Littlefire could only sigh in defeat. There would be no stopping this kit, and she could only pray to Starclan she didn't get caught aiding the little fleabag. She took a slow step forward, glancing over her shoulder to make sure none of the other warriors were watching. Once the wrestling had begin, the rest of the clan had gawked, and then indifferently walked away and continued their business- and now, few cats were hanging around, and none paying mind. Hastily now, and not making a sound, she approached the edge where Willowkit had disappeared, and found the small gap behind the ivy. Clever.

Slipping through, and pausing only for a second to assure herself that no one had followed, she began to quickly follow the kit, keeping her within sigh, her ears pricked for any sounds of danger- whether friend or foe. Thankfully, the stream that Willowkit spoke of wasn't too far away, and Littlefire slowed as the filthy kit squeezed through a tiny, kit-sized hole. At first, Littlefire paused at the entrance, eyeing it- how was she supposed to squeeze through that- before sighing once again in defeat. She was a near-kit-sized cat. Without any effort, she slipped in and dropped down to the small underground cavern, hollowed out by the water. The air inside was thick and humid, the earthy scent coating the inside of her nose and filling her lungs with the heavy scent. She blinked as her eyes adjusted to the low light, fixing on Willowkit who trilled about the water and hopped in with a splash.

The much more reserved warrior approached the stream, and carefully dipped a paw in, testing it. Instead of the icy water that ran in the river, this water was warm, throwing up tendrils of steam. Instinctively, she wanted to clean herself slowly, avoid getting too soaked- but scowling at her mud-sodden pelt, she carefully, brought herself forward and into the stream. The warm water soaked her to the bone, but left her feeling warm and relaxed, the water temporarily running brown with mud, before clearing again. She dipped her face, rinsing it thoroughly as well, surfacing with a sound of contentment. Now clean and calm, she faced the kit with a curious expression, and relaxed.

"You know, I don't want to know how- or when you found this place, and I'm going to pretend I don't know you're here. You really shouldn't be leaving camp, Willowkit- although, this place is lovely." Her face relaxed with pleasure, and then hardened again, with a touch of playfulness. "Don't do it again, mange-butt." But of course she knew, the kit wouldn't listen.

Willowkit

The water sluiced over the small kit. The hot water was warming the kit. The chill had finally begun to leave her bones. She turned around so the water was running opposite her fur. The sensation felt too weird for the kit, but she continued. It was the only way to get this much mud out of her pelt. Finally, when she felt that the mud had sufficiently been washed from her pelt she hopped out of the stream. Water dripped from her pelt and made little black dots where they landed.

She sat down and began to lick her fur to make the water quickly drip. Thankfully, her fur didn't taste too bad. "You know, I don't want to know how- or when you found this place, and I'm going to pretend I don't know you're here. You really shouldn't be leaving camp, Willowkit- although, this place is lovely." Littlefire said with content. Willowkit looked at the tiny warrior to see her gazing about and admiring the location. Willowkit could tell that Littlefire had truly loved the stream. It had balanced the day's earlier activities.

"I won't tell you then." Willowkit shrugged. "But you can't tell the others! This is what makes me happy." Willowkit fervently told Littlefire. She couldn't tell the others! She'd take away Willowkit's most favorite spot in the world! She couldn't do that. "I love this place. It makes me calm and I can think. I also think about my father here." Willowkit flicked her ears to clear them of the water that was beginning to well up.

"Don't do it again, mange-butt." Littlefire said with a playful tone. Willowkit smiled at the warrior.

"I can't make any promises." And that, itself, was a promise.

I am so incredibly excited to have this Littlefire as a deputy for ThunderClan! You write wonderfully, Glitch! Seriously. After this post (I didn't mean for it to have so many feels moments) I really wish that this could have happened in both characters' lives! Post will be locked and Littlefire will be moved into the deputy position. Good luck, and welcome (officially) to the Seaside Warriors! May you find good hunting, swift running, and shelter when you sleep!

So, what's next?
thunderclan camp url• post in the plot board • thunderclan territory url