TINYBERRY, thunderclan [warrior] Aug 11, 2015 2:09:32 GMT
Post by Braid on Aug 11, 2015 2:09:32 GMT
Character Name: Tinyberry
Age: 13 moons
Appearance: Tinyberry is relatively uninteresting in terms of her appearance. Well below average in size, her name fits her well and truly, and isn't something likely to change. With an uninteresting pelt of browns and black, slashed together in a tabby coat, each fur short, yet appearing that ever so slightly fluffy, she certainly has the appearance of a newer apprentice, rather than a fresh warrior. While standing on legs of the correct proportion to the rest of her, and ears that may be ever so slightly to bit, balanced out by a slightly longer face, it is really only her tail that gives her any sense of length to balance out the small. her tail is longer than average, and the reason for her respectable balance and agile movement, assisted through relatively flat, balanced paws. The highlight of her face is definitely her eyes, bright amber standing out against her relatively light brow fur, always seeming to hold a relatively large amount of emotion in them. She may not appear anything special, but, it's not a point the little she-cat thinks on much.
Personality: Tinyberry is a she-cat of hidden skills. Focused on her task and determined to accomplish what she can, there is very little that can stop the she-cat once she knows where she’s going and what she needed to achieve. Patient with every cat and surprisingly thick-skinned despite how she can act at times, she’s a she-cat who can take a lot before getting upset or taking things too personally. Gentle and compassionate, she always has a paw ready to help anyone who wants her time.
She’s a she-cat with a fast mind, and operates best in high-stress, quick-moving events, where she can act and think with a goal in mind. On the battle-field and in times of emergency, her decisions come and are ordered without hesitation, to the point of impulsiveness. But it is in these times that a confidence comes that isn’t otherwise seen of the small warior. She’s quick to read situations and act on them, and often these are when her best choices are made.
However, this is not what she’s like most of the time. She over-thinks, obsessed with making the right choice for those around her, to the point where she going in full circles and usually ends up in the wrong place, rather than her initial thoughts. It is something she will grow out of, but it shows her inexperience with the world. Her judgement can be poor, as she’s a she-cat who listens to everyone, and changes opinions quickly. Not a particularly opinionated cat, she’s always been that bit more of a follower than a leader, but that is another trait that will develop with time. She is a she-cat who is constantly worried about the clan and those around her, to the point of asking too many questions and being too invasive when trying to check up on thing.
Overall she is an insecure cat who has a hard time believing she’s worthy of where she is, and she spends a lot of time just trying to prove herself. However she is a cheery sort of cat, who will always try and take a more optimistic view on a situation if it doesn’t involve herself. She tends to sugarcoat bad situations and tries to remain gentle on everyone. She’s not a she-cat who does punishment well. A pacifist by nature, she’ll always try and talk a situation out, not that it usually works with the other clans being the way they are.
History: Leafstep was a she-cat who no one really noticed. Quiet and shy, she kept to herself throughout the camp. The only cat who seemed to pay her much mind at all was one of the newer members of the clan, Mousenose, who made it his job to try and get the she-cat more involved. Their relationship may not have quite been love, but they were good friends, and agreed to have kits together. Unfortunately, StarClan had made their decision long ago, and Leafstep never survived the birth of her one tiny, tiny kit. Mousenose took losing his good friend hard, but, he had that one little reminder left, the tiny tabby she-cat that he named after her size.
Tinykit grew up under the care of one of the other nursing queens, however it was solely for feeding and warmth reasons. For the most part, all her time was spent with her father, who decided to move into the nursery to be with her. For the little she-cat, everything was just fine, and she spent her kit moons roaming the camp, and dealing with the other kits. However, the closer she got to apprentice age, it was clear that her size wasn’t going to increase, and slowly, the teasing started. At first it was light jabs from the other kits which she just took as fun. However, soon it came from apprentices, and a few odd looks from warriors. She fought against the slowly building jabs and remarks, but it wasn’t until she overheard the leader question if she was big enough to survive being an apprentice that it became serious.
While she did become an apprentice at regular age, it was only the start of the bullying. The clan at the time was struggling with free mentors, and in turn she got put under the care of one of the more recently made warriors, Lyrefur. While the two didn’t click immediately, given Lyrefur wasn’t the most open of cats, Tinypaw did everything she could to start work on her training, and show she could be an apprentice, and her size wasn’t going to be an issue. It started with simply trying to get as much information as possible from the young tom, following him everywhere and trying to make it show how much she wanted to be there. But eventually the comments came out, that she could do something, and that her size wasn’t going to stop her.
The changing point in their relationship came with a particularly rough patch of bullying, where she found herself cornered by three of the clan’s bigger apprentices, who were making it impossible to escape and wouldn’t stop jabbing her about her size and how useless she was. It was Lyrefur that came to the rescue, and got the three to back off. It wasn’t the only time Lyrefur came to her rescue, but it gave them something in common to build from, and from there their bond continued. Their training sessions, while still challenging, felt slightly more comfortable, and there was plenty of time for a talk within them. It was true, Lyrefur may not have been as good as more experienced warriors as a mentor, but he was what she needed, and through her time with him, she thrived.
She was almost eleven moons when a fight happened on the edge of the territory, and it would be the event that started a life-long stumble of accidents that bring out her better half.
Tinypaw had been sniffing around the edge of the oaks, trying to find the particular colour of frog that she'd seen, but hadn't caught before, to take back to Lyrefur. The search was fruitless, but instead she found three fellow apprentices, all a moon older than her and some of her bullies over the moons, in a debate with three rogues. She saw the fight coming from foxtails away, and as soon as the rogues cats stepped over the border, she was right there beside the other apprentices to help fight them off. In the flurry, one particularly big she-cat managed to pin one of the ThunderClan toms, Toadpaw. If it wasn't for Tinypaw launching herself at the cat enough to distract her, Toadpaw might not have seen his warrior ceremony.
ThunderClan's apprentices eventually won out, and stumbling back to camp bruised and battered, they were a little too chuffed with themselves, despite Tinypaw's ranting at the three idiotic toms. It seemed like the leader saw her side of things though, and once the tale had been told, and Toadpaw admitted the tiny she-cat had saved him, well, there was only one thing left to do, and it surprised everyone involved. Tinypaw became Tinyberry, days before her twelfth moon, while the three toms were told they'd need to pass their assessments first. It was a strange moment for the she-cat, and one she found herself lingering on as she sat her silent vigil, one that was dismissed by her father come morning.
Since then, the she-cat has slowly started to adjust to being a warrior, though perhaps taking her sudden responsibilities a little too seriously.