Littleberry,Windclan

[Feather <3's Jasper]

Name: Littleberry
Age: 17 moons
Alliance: WindClan
Rank: Warrior
Gender: She-Cat
Appearence:

Littleberry is a pretty and delicate small she-cat. Her short pelt is white and orange. Her green eyes are bright. She is much smaller than the other cats in her clan. Littleberry's tail is long and white with an orange tip. Her claws are short but sharp. Her little nose is a piercing bright pink, which gave her the name of Littleberry.

-Littleberry-
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Personality:

Despite her size she is very loud. Littleberry enjoys talking to everyone she can get to listen to her. She just loves to learn and share gossip and information with her clan mates. Although she has a short temper, she's normally very happy and upbeat. Littleberry does get easily jealous and can come off as a bit mean. She is clever, competitive, and doesnt enjoy being around pesky kits. This little she-cat has a big meow and a big bite too!

She's not too aggresive, but does like to throw around a couple of threats every now and then. When Littleberry fights, she depends on her speed and skills to outwit her opponent. This she-cat will give you a run for your money when you fight with her...verbally or physically!

History:

Littleberry's mother is named Gentlebreeze and her father is named Hawkshadow. When she was a kit her brother, Dustkit, was taken by a hawk. She didnt have a clue of what happened considering that she was to young to remember. Her mother Gentlebreeze lived long enough to see her become a warrior until she died one night of green cough. Her father, sadly, died right before her apprentice ceremony. He was killed by a she-cat Thunderclan warrior named, Shyleaf.

Other than that she lived a normal warrior life. Littleberry always wanted to be a warrior. She doesnt exspect to be leader, and doesnt want to.

Roleplay Example:

The warm breeze ruffled Littleberry's orange and white fur. She took a deep breathe. "Isnt this nice, Rabbitfoot?" She mewed to her friend. The gray she-cat nodded at the pretty she-cat. "It feels so open. I love it..." Littleberry finished.
"Ill race you..." Rabbitfoot snickered lightly. The she-cats were very competitive. "Ready...set...."
"GO!!!" Littleberry shot off into the hills. Her white pelt was a blur. "IIIIIIII......WIIIIIIINNNNNN!!!" she yelled as she stopped by a large boulder stuck intot the ground.
"H-how....do you...a-always...w-win?" Rabbitfoot panted.
"What can i say? Im the best!" They laughed together.

Code Word: Walk with Starclan...

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It's probably too late now, but... Accepted!! ^.^