Littlestream

LichenClan

a small ticked tabby with large hazel eyes.

Littlestream is a puny she-cat, both short in height and small in weight. Despite her general size, she is surprisingly sturdy, muscles lean but strong nonetheless.

She is a ticked tabby of unique color, her fur tan, grey, and silver marking her as a sepia ticked tabby. Her underside is pale ivory, and her paws grow dark at her paw pads. Her tail tip is dark brown, as is the distinctive tabby "M" on her forehead. Her fur is short and silky, with no undercoat. This leaves her very comfortable in the Greenleaf heat, but particularly susceptible to the coldest moons of Leafbare.

Her eyes are massive and almond-shaped in her head, the irises being a deep hazel in color. She has a tiny muzzle with a blunt reddish nose and a small mouth, oversized-tall ears, and a cherub-like face. Under her eyes is a rosy russet, a color that is also noticeable in her ears and lower hind legs.

As any proper young LichenClan she-cat should be, Littlestream is fiercely devoted to StarClan and LichenClan's leadership. She looks up to Minnowstar with narrowed eyes however, her grandmother shares many stories of how the she-cat had to ignore her queenly duties to stand atop her divine throne. It rubs Littlestream the wrong way, to think that she might defy StarClan's wishes. Despite this, she does her best to follow her, Bristlefur, and Briarfall without second-guessing. The only power she answers to that might dissuade her from such loyalty would be StarClan.

Littlestream believes in her role as a dainty, delicate she-cat. But she is quick to fight and sharp in her temper even in her attempts not to be. She tends towards aggression and does not hesitate to unleash on anyone who may question her values. The echo chamber in which she grew up has established an arrogance in her. She believes that she is right, that everyone else is wrong, and that when in doubt she should seek StarClan for guidance.


Not only is Littlestream deeply loyal to LichenClan, but she is also loyal to her family and friends. She is a protector by nature and will stand with those she cares about against any obstacle. She has a great deal of resolve and when she puts her mind to something, she will see it to fruition.

Deep down, Littlestream worries about her own ability to fulfill her duties as a mother. She is self-aware enough to find her quick temper not preferable for a queen's temperament. She wishes that she were more docile and quainter. She hopes that she can outweigh her worries with her passion for success. She wants to perform her duties more than anything, to make her mother and her grandmother, and all of LichenClan proud. She prays often for StarClan to help her find purpose in her life, and for help finding a tom who will put up with her fewer ideal qualities.

Grandmother: Tinyblossom
Mother: Twigtail
Littermate: Smallfeather

Mate: Pikefur
Children: Darterpaw & Dacepaw


Tinyblossom was very pleased when her daughter settled with her arranged mate early in her warriorhood. She had a litter of strong toms, however, leaving Tinyblossom with little to do. She found herself instead pushing Twigtail to have a second litter, and after many moons of pressure, Twigtail finally agreed.

It was in her second litter that Twigtail gave birth to Littlekit and Smallkit. While Smallkit was a tom, Littlekit finally gave Tinyblossom a kit to raise in her image.

Littlekit was raised at a young age to appreciate her femininity and her role as a she-cat in LichenClan. She was taught to value her future role as a queen and the importance of maintaining her family's high status by becoming mates with a high-value tom and having kits. While the tiny she-cat's hot-headed, fiery personality may have indicated she would have been fitter for the battlefield, she instead took all her grandmother's words to heart.

With Tinyblossom directing her path, she grew to focus on being neat and tidy rather than destructive like a "stinky tom." While her brother roughhoused with his elder siblings, Littlekit practiced making nests and taking care of moss balls as though they were her future litter.

Littlekit grew into her apprenticeship with a large boon of young cats, a fact that Tinyblossom found particularly exciting. While Twigtail would not have the foresight to pair up her daughter so early with a young tom, Smallblossom knew that the earlier Littlekit had a tom to court the more likely the two would enjoy each other's company. After all, despite the pressure on her itty-bitty shoulders, Tinyblossom truly did want the best for her only granddaughter.


Littlepaw was mentored by Cricketcall, a queen of particular interest to Tinyblossom. After all, Cricketcall was the mother of Bristlefur’s kits, the number of them inheriting his status as a deputy in turn. Cricketcall’s brood was also born on the same moon as Littlepaw, making her kits the perfect perspectives to be arranged with. After moons of tempering her kit-hood anger and honing skills both in battle and in queenly duties, Cricketcall and Tinyblossom determined that it was one of her sons, Pikepaw, that Littlepaw would be arranged with.

Meanwhile, Littlepaw and Pikepaw grew to be particularly close friends. Many of the apprentices of her age group she did not get along with, and many grew to be friends of hers. But none compared to the closeness she felt with Pikepaw, her dearest companion.

When she became a warrior, Cricketcall broke the news that she was to be betrothed to Pikefur. It was the happiest day of her life. Despite her emotional immaturity, she believed that it was he that would bring her closer to the cat her grandmother wanted her to be.

At the same time, a crippling fear began to build within her. She began to feel afraid of failing in her duties, of being a poor mother or birthing only sons as her mother had done in her first litter. She feared the changes in her body during pregnancy and after, and, most pressingly, she feared Pikefur would not look at her the same way after becoming a father.

She procrastinated their joining as best she could for several moons, speaking of how young they still were and of the war raging and of waiting until Newleaf. Her excuses began to diminish. LichenClan’s war ended a few moons after her warriorhood began in a great battle that dethroned Minnowstar as the leader. The snow ceased its falling and the threat of spring approached. She and her mate grew into their adult figures, and no longer could she hide behind anything but her fear.


Finally, when the blizzard struck and Pikefur asked her in earnest, she broke down and could no longer lie to him nor herself. She was afraid. Pikefur comforted her, promising never to force her into anything she was not entirely ready for. The pair agreed to wait until the moment felt right. Littlestream hoped that, with spring's approach, she would come to find her role less frightening.

A flood drove LichenClan from their homes. Littlestream and her family were largely unhurt in the flood's wake, though she did mourn for Pikefur's aunt who had passed in the waters.

After speaking with many of the other queens, Littlestream began to gain more perspective in her situation as a queen-to-be. She and Pikefur spent time together in a childless way, enjoying their time together without that worry weighing on either too harshly. At the end of the new-leaf season, Littlestream finally agreed to begin trying for a litter.

Littlestream was grateful that StarClan thought her time in the nursery best spent with her best friend, Perchwhisker. They took to preparing their nests side by side, finding that, in the moon of pregnancy before their birthing began, the nursery had begun to be filled with new and old queens alike. They eagerly awaited the prospects and potential matches that might be avaliable for their children while they prepared for their own kits to be born.

The birth was a challenging one. Built exceptionally small, Littlestream struggled to give birth to two larger sons, each taking more after their father's size than hers. After the birth, she struggled greatly with her emotional state, suddenly unable to form a connection with the creatures that had brought her so much pain and stress. Seeing her in such a state, Pikefur offered to aid her in the nursery. After a heartfelt discussion, they decide to break with tradition and split the parenting and warrior duties evenly, each spending significant time in the nursery so that Littlestream could continue to perform warrior tasks just as much as her mate.

Her spirit rapidly returned after a good night sleep and a day away to hunt and be alone. Together, she and Pikefur raised their kits with bright eyes and an eagerness to make them happy that spoiled the pair. Slowly, Littlestream began to ponder mates for her kits, quickly discovering that her son Darterkit might not be suited for a pairing with a she-cat. Before her eyes, they grew to be as tall as she was and ready to become apprentices. She cried during their ceremony, so happy to see them begin their journeys beyond her sheltering paws.

Under Littlestream's nose, her grandmother worked for the family name, arranging Darterkit to Caveflower's daughter, Foxglovekit. Little does the young mother know, her son has already been informed behind her back, pushed into an arrangement he does not want.


At the beginning of the 2024 season, Littlestream continues to spend her time with her family, as well as her new apprentice, Fireflypaw. She secretly imagines her apprentice ending up becoming the mate of her son, Dacepaw, just as she had become the mate of her own mentor's child.