Post by abby on Jul 9, 2023 18:10:54 GMT -6
tinyblossom
lichenclan
small ticked tabby with wide green eyes
warrior
she-cat
75 moons
Appearance
Tinyblossom is a small, delicate she-cat descended from small, delicate she-cats. She is both short and skinny, finding herself looking up at others and easily weaving her thin flank through crowds. With age, her muscles have started to weaken and lose their mass, giving her a frail appearance past her prime.
She boasts a light brown, ticked tabby pelt. A darker brown stripe runs down her back and tail and fades into beige along her sides. Her paws and legs have a oranger hue to their brown. Her coat is wiry in texture and holds little heat close to her skin. She is often shivering in leafbare or when wet, but basks under the warm light of the sun.
Tinyblossom has a round muzzle and cheeks. Her nose is a dark russet and sits under very large, gray-green eyes. Her ears are unusually tall and swivel to hear the latest news whispered in LichenClan.
She boasts a light brown, ticked tabby pelt. A darker brown stripe runs down her back and tail and fades into beige along her sides. Her paws and legs have a oranger hue to their brown. Her coat is wiry in texture and holds little heat close to her skin. She is often shivering in leafbare or when wet, but basks under the warm light of the sun.
Tinyblossom has a round muzzle and cheeks. Her nose is a dark russet and sits under very large, gray-green eyes. Her ears are unusually tall and swivel to hear the latest news whispered in LichenClan.
Personality
devout/obedient -- Tinyblossom is a devoted follower of StarClan. She looks to the stars with gleaming eyes for guidance. They are the highest authority in her life and she truly believes she is serving them best by dedicating her life to traditional values. Next after StarClan in the hierarchy of her mind is LichenClan’s leadership. She does not speak ill of leadership in public and looks down upon those who do or disobey.
attentive/nurturing -- Tinyblossom has always been an extremely present mother and grandmother. Her kits and grandkits never had to wonder where she was during the important moments of their life. She is there for hurt and for comfort, for kisses and hugs, for praise and discipline. Her influence is so strong in their lives because of her persistent attention and nurture as they grow.
controlling/manipulative -- Tinyblossom likes all her little ducks in a row. She prefers to keep those important to her under her teeny paw. She has spent moons mastering subtle ways to control her close companions and pull strings to draw out her desired behavior and decisions. A snide comment here and there, a tongue cluck of disapproval, fixing them with her wide, mawkish gaze.
proud/selfish -- Tinyblossom walks with her head held high, nose turned up and believes herself to always be morally in the right. She takes great pride in her carefully curated breeding, her traditional values and her perfect little family. She is always thinking of how others’ choices will affect her, not them, and about her image within LichenClan.
gossip/busybody -- Tinyblossom seems to hear everything and have an opinion on everything. New lovers? Fight between friends? Speaking out against a leader? Tinyblossom heard about it, and she's telling everybody about it. She has a paw in everyone's business and is a shameless, shameless gossip. That said, if you want to keep up to date, she's your gal.
History
Mousestripe was a pitiful example of a mother. She walked around dazed, tired, uninterested as her kit grew up. Tinykit hit her first milestones with scarce praise or encouragement. She was snapped at when seeking affection and approval; Mousestripe had no energy or love to draw from. It was all the gossip around the nursery and considered shameful for a queen from a line of nurturing she-cats. Tinykit was around two moons old when her grandmother Smallbird could watch and suffer secondhand embarrassment no more.
Smallbird slipped her teeny paw right into Tinykit’s life and immediately shooed back Mousestripe, who was feeling equal parts grateful, resentful and guilty for her mother taking over what should’ve been her duties. Smallbird had no trouble beginning to shape Tinykit’s personality into what was expected of her. Tinykit was eager to please and very obedient. Smallbird planted seeds of femininity, neatness, poise and the soil of Tinykit’s mind was rich and full of nutrients. She spent her later nursery days after her grandmother’s appearance tending to smaller kits and practicing her nest-making; she refrained from rough-housing and silly games.
Tinykit, soon named Tinypaw, was raised to believe in traditional LichenClan values. She was taught to be a good, StarClan-fearing young she-cat and never second guess her heavenly ancestors or their chosen leaders. Smallbird emphasized that her purpose in life was to mate with a tom from a well-bred family and keep him happy; she should provide a healthy litter, or litters, raise them into graceful, lovely she-cats and strong, honorable toms. She should strive to maintain a pristine, refined image within LichenClan. Tinypaw had no objections to this lifestyle, she really didn’t. She soaked up grandmother’s lessons like a sponge and held them close to her heart.
Tinypaw was a dream of an apprentice. She paid close attention during lessons and excelled in hunting. She worked hard at her battle skills, understanding she needed to defend LichenClan with her life should the time ever come, but developed only average talents. Tinypaw didn’t spend her free time getting into trouble; she was found usually helping out the queens or sitting in on a gossip session with them.
Later in her apprentice moons, an arranged mating became a reality rather than an expectation she had been teased with since kithood. Tinypaw was thrilled to take this next important step in her life. Smallbird had her eye on several toms about Tinypaw’s age with good breeding, promising futures and raised with similar ideals. Eelpaw was selected from the pool; Eelpaw was a slippery, aloof tom but when his parents nudged him towards Tinypaw, he fell in line, and so did she. They hit all the apprentice “love” notes on autopilot, but no true feelings ever developed.
Tinypaw was awarded her warrior name, Tinyblossom, named for her sweet, queenly demeanor. No jaws were dropped when her and Eeltail announced they were mates; no jaws were dropped when Tinyblossom announced she was moving to the nursery soon after. Tinyblossom was filled with joy to be fulfilling this special purpose. She bragged to anyone who would listen about her perfect pregnancy. She nested obsessively. She expected to be pampered during her pregnant moons. She was carrying “amazing, teeny tiny blessings” and everyone just had to know about it.
Tinyblossom’s labor was smooth and she gave birth to a single she-kit. A true sign, in her opinion, that she was meant to raise this she-cat to carry on the legacy of natural queens. Tinyblossom was an indulgent babysitter with the boys in the nursery; she let them play muddy games and wrestle. Twigkit was held back from these hobbies. Tinyblossom insisted she play queen with moss balls, and encouraged her to keep her coat clean and their nest tidy. Tinyblossom was an incredibly present mother. She wanted a lasting influence in every early memory.
Minnowstar’s rise to power and reign was a controversial subject with Tinyblossom for many moons. She disliked that the she-cat had shirked her true purposes in life, but she was slowly won over by Minnowstar’s ruthless leadership style and her strong dedication to StarClan. Tinyblossom was an eager participant in confessions and poured her heart out to StarClan, bathing in their forgiveness while simultaneously casting judgment on the sins of her clanmates.
As her baby girl grew into an apprentice and Tinyblossom’s control over her began to naturally ebb away, a deep panic was felt by the queen. She couldn’t let that happen. Her kit running wild and developing a personality of her own could reflect poorly on her and damage the image she so carefully nurtured in LichenClan. Tinyblossom involved herself in every part of Twigpaw’s expanding world. She wasn’t shy in expressing her disapproval or lavishing praise when Twigpaw tried to make her own choices. Twigpaw didn’t internalize Tinyblossom’s teachings quite as readily as her mother would’ve liked, but she seemed to at least understand her overall purpose and what was put on her small shoulders.
Tinyblossom couldn’t disguise her resentment over her daughter’s less than desirable characteristics. Bossy and short-tempered, Twigpaw struggled with keeping a queen-like demeanor like her mother and great-grandmother. Tinyblossom urged her to push down these unpleasant facets of her personality, put on a dignified facade.
Tinyblossom remained obsessed with keeping her place in high society’s ranks. She was selective with who she associated with and who she called a friend. Her nose just kept lifting up higher. Her reverence for StarClan intensified with prayer and confession; her relationship with StarClan and her beliefs led to a sense of moral superiority. StarClan was weaponized to judge and condemn others. Tinyblossom was often a source of rumors and the juiciest gossip in the tumultuous environment of LichenClan.
Smallbird’s passing happened around this time, and Tinyblossom grieved but found peace in knowing her grandmother rested well in StarClan. She sent up special prayers just to her; she begged her to guide Twigpaw as she became Twigtail and took the next important step in her life: an arranged mating.
Tinyblossom was extremely picky with her daughter’s mate. She was selecting for a combination of the best breeding in LichenClan, a handsome face, a charming personality and a willingness to adhere to a traditional lifestyle. Sprout-tooth was a smart and humble tom known for his hunting prowess. Tinyblossom hoped his relaxed disposition would rub off on her daughter. She made it clear they were to be together and Twigtail reluctantly agreed, knowing this was an obligation passed down from generations. Sprout-tooth had no objections and his family welcomed the opportunity to join Tinyblossom’s prestigious line.
Tinyblossom was impatient waiting for the day Twigtail became pregnant. She nagged her daughter about it any opportunity she got and turned many a conversation towards the topic. Twigtail announced her pregnancy and was finally pushed to join the nursery late in carrying her kits. Tinyblossom was overjoyed and believed the whole Clan must envy her: a revered, blessed she-cat with grandkits on the way.
What a disappointment when Twigtail gave birth to a litter of all toms. While Tinyblossom was glad her daughter had settled into the life of a queen without too much fuss and despite her undesirable qualities, what was there to do with toms? Tinyblossom’s involvement in her grandsons’ life was minimal; it was no secret she was displeased and quickly grew bored. Tinyblossom’s focus was on herself, how Twigtail had disappointed her and made her life less exciting than it had been in moons. Tinyblossom bordered on depressed during this time and threw herself into supporting Minnowstar and the holy war raging.
Finally, her passive aggressive comments and (rather undignified) whining paid off and Twigtail agreed to a second litter. Tinyblossom’s hopes soared and after moons of pious service to StarClan, she was rewarded with a sweet, itty bitty she-kit to help raise. She couldn’t allow Twigtail to do it herself, of course; who knows what silly ideas Twigtail indoctrinate Littlekit with? Tinyblossom was so enamored with Littlekit and the idea of her perfect life to come. Twigtail was pushed unceremoniously to the sidelines and Tinyblossom gracefully ignored the frustration brewing in her daughter.
Littlekit was so naturally receptive to her grandmother’s teaching. It was refreshing to Tinyblossom after slight pushback from her daughter so many moons ago. Tinyblossom shaped her hobbies and playtime and convinced her she should spend her time practicing queen duties. Tinyblossom influenced her daydreams to include kits and a mate. Tinyblossom led her in kit-friendly prayers to StarClan and while she warned her to be skeptical of Minnowstar ignoring her true purpose, drilled in that she should not question LichenClan leadership.
Keenly aware that the earlier she introduced Littlepaw and her future mate, the easier time she would have accepting it, Tinyblossom kept an eye out. She had her wide eyes set on a kit of a particularly interesting line: Pikepaw. He carried the status of deputy from his father and sparks flew with Littlepaw. Tinyblossom pushed the two apprentices together every moment she could, thrilled to see Littlepaw giggle at him and Pikepaw charm her. They grew into warriors together and Tinyblossom’s heart swelled. Her Littlestream was so sweet, so tiny, so perfect and obedient.
She pretended not to see that hair-trigger temper and that bubbling fear within her Littlestream. Tsk, tsk.
Tinyblossom is a preachy, uppity aging lady now in her seventieth moons. She’s a staple in the LichenClan gossip circles. She is as devout as ever and prays daily, post-Minnowstar’s reign. She has not separated from her mate, Eeltail, but the couple are distant even after moons together.
Smallbird slipped her teeny paw right into Tinykit’s life and immediately shooed back Mousestripe, who was feeling equal parts grateful, resentful and guilty for her mother taking over what should’ve been her duties. Smallbird had no trouble beginning to shape Tinykit’s personality into what was expected of her. Tinykit was eager to please and very obedient. Smallbird planted seeds of femininity, neatness, poise and the soil of Tinykit’s mind was rich and full of nutrients. She spent her later nursery days after her grandmother’s appearance tending to smaller kits and practicing her nest-making; she refrained from rough-housing and silly games.
Tinykit, soon named Tinypaw, was raised to believe in traditional LichenClan values. She was taught to be a good, StarClan-fearing young she-cat and never second guess her heavenly ancestors or their chosen leaders. Smallbird emphasized that her purpose in life was to mate with a tom from a well-bred family and keep him happy; she should provide a healthy litter, or litters, raise them into graceful, lovely she-cats and strong, honorable toms. She should strive to maintain a pristine, refined image within LichenClan. Tinypaw had no objections to this lifestyle, she really didn’t. She soaked up grandmother’s lessons like a sponge and held them close to her heart.
Tinypaw was a dream of an apprentice. She paid close attention during lessons and excelled in hunting. She worked hard at her battle skills, understanding she needed to defend LichenClan with her life should the time ever come, but developed only average talents. Tinypaw didn’t spend her free time getting into trouble; she was found usually helping out the queens or sitting in on a gossip session with them.
Later in her apprentice moons, an arranged mating became a reality rather than an expectation she had been teased with since kithood. Tinypaw was thrilled to take this next important step in her life. Smallbird had her eye on several toms about Tinypaw’s age with good breeding, promising futures and raised with similar ideals. Eelpaw was selected from the pool; Eelpaw was a slippery, aloof tom but when his parents nudged him towards Tinypaw, he fell in line, and so did she. They hit all the apprentice “love” notes on autopilot, but no true feelings ever developed.
Tinypaw was awarded her warrior name, Tinyblossom, named for her sweet, queenly demeanor. No jaws were dropped when her and Eeltail announced they were mates; no jaws were dropped when Tinyblossom announced she was moving to the nursery soon after. Tinyblossom was filled with joy to be fulfilling this special purpose. She bragged to anyone who would listen about her perfect pregnancy. She nested obsessively. She expected to be pampered during her pregnant moons. She was carrying “amazing, teeny tiny blessings” and everyone just had to know about it.
Tinyblossom’s labor was smooth and she gave birth to a single she-kit. A true sign, in her opinion, that she was meant to raise this she-cat to carry on the legacy of natural queens. Tinyblossom was an indulgent babysitter with the boys in the nursery; she let them play muddy games and wrestle. Twigkit was held back from these hobbies. Tinyblossom insisted she play queen with moss balls, and encouraged her to keep her coat clean and their nest tidy. Tinyblossom was an incredibly present mother. She wanted a lasting influence in every early memory.
Minnowstar’s rise to power and reign was a controversial subject with Tinyblossom for many moons. She disliked that the she-cat had shirked her true purposes in life, but she was slowly won over by Minnowstar’s ruthless leadership style and her strong dedication to StarClan. Tinyblossom was an eager participant in confessions and poured her heart out to StarClan, bathing in their forgiveness while simultaneously casting judgment on the sins of her clanmates.
As her baby girl grew into an apprentice and Tinyblossom’s control over her began to naturally ebb away, a deep panic was felt by the queen. She couldn’t let that happen. Her kit running wild and developing a personality of her own could reflect poorly on her and damage the image she so carefully nurtured in LichenClan. Tinyblossom involved herself in every part of Twigpaw’s expanding world. She wasn’t shy in expressing her disapproval or lavishing praise when Twigpaw tried to make her own choices. Twigpaw didn’t internalize Tinyblossom’s teachings quite as readily as her mother would’ve liked, but she seemed to at least understand her overall purpose and what was put on her small shoulders.
Tinyblossom couldn’t disguise her resentment over her daughter’s less than desirable characteristics. Bossy and short-tempered, Twigpaw struggled with keeping a queen-like demeanor like her mother and great-grandmother. Tinyblossom urged her to push down these unpleasant facets of her personality, put on a dignified facade.
Tinyblossom remained obsessed with keeping her place in high society’s ranks. She was selective with who she associated with and who she called a friend. Her nose just kept lifting up higher. Her reverence for StarClan intensified with prayer and confession; her relationship with StarClan and her beliefs led to a sense of moral superiority. StarClan was weaponized to judge and condemn others. Tinyblossom was often a source of rumors and the juiciest gossip in the tumultuous environment of LichenClan.
Smallbird’s passing happened around this time, and Tinyblossom grieved but found peace in knowing her grandmother rested well in StarClan. She sent up special prayers just to her; she begged her to guide Twigpaw as she became Twigtail and took the next important step in her life: an arranged mating.
Tinyblossom was extremely picky with her daughter’s mate. She was selecting for a combination of the best breeding in LichenClan, a handsome face, a charming personality and a willingness to adhere to a traditional lifestyle. Sprout-tooth was a smart and humble tom known for his hunting prowess. Tinyblossom hoped his relaxed disposition would rub off on her daughter. She made it clear they were to be together and Twigtail reluctantly agreed, knowing this was an obligation passed down from generations. Sprout-tooth had no objections and his family welcomed the opportunity to join Tinyblossom’s prestigious line.
Tinyblossom was impatient waiting for the day Twigtail became pregnant. She nagged her daughter about it any opportunity she got and turned many a conversation towards the topic. Twigtail announced her pregnancy and was finally pushed to join the nursery late in carrying her kits. Tinyblossom was overjoyed and believed the whole Clan must envy her: a revered, blessed she-cat with grandkits on the way.
What a disappointment when Twigtail gave birth to a litter of all toms. While Tinyblossom was glad her daughter had settled into the life of a queen without too much fuss and despite her undesirable qualities, what was there to do with toms? Tinyblossom’s involvement in her grandsons’ life was minimal; it was no secret she was displeased and quickly grew bored. Tinyblossom’s focus was on herself, how Twigtail had disappointed her and made her life less exciting than it had been in moons. Tinyblossom bordered on depressed during this time and threw herself into supporting Minnowstar and the holy war raging.
Finally, her passive aggressive comments and (rather undignified) whining paid off and Twigtail agreed to a second litter. Tinyblossom’s hopes soared and after moons of pious service to StarClan, she was rewarded with a sweet, itty bitty she-kit to help raise. She couldn’t allow Twigtail to do it herself, of course; who knows what silly ideas Twigtail indoctrinate Littlekit with? Tinyblossom was so enamored with Littlekit and the idea of her perfect life to come. Twigtail was pushed unceremoniously to the sidelines and Tinyblossom gracefully ignored the frustration brewing in her daughter.
Littlekit was so naturally receptive to her grandmother’s teaching. It was refreshing to Tinyblossom after slight pushback from her daughter so many moons ago. Tinyblossom shaped her hobbies and playtime and convinced her she should spend her time practicing queen duties. Tinyblossom influenced her daydreams to include kits and a mate. Tinyblossom led her in kit-friendly prayers to StarClan and while she warned her to be skeptical of Minnowstar ignoring her true purpose, drilled in that she should not question LichenClan leadership.
Keenly aware that the earlier she introduced Littlepaw and her future mate, the easier time she would have accepting it, Tinyblossom kept an eye out. She had her wide eyes set on a kit of a particularly interesting line: Pikepaw. He carried the status of deputy from his father and sparks flew with Littlepaw. Tinyblossom pushed the two apprentices together every moment she could, thrilled to see Littlepaw giggle at him and Pikepaw charm her. They grew into warriors together and Tinyblossom’s heart swelled. Her Littlestream was so sweet, so tiny, so perfect and obedient.
She pretended not to see that hair-trigger temper and that bubbling fear within her Littlestream. Tsk, tsk.
Tinyblossom is a preachy, uppity aging lady now in her seventieth moons. She’s a staple in the LichenClan gossip circles. She is as devout as ever and prays daily, post-Minnowstar’s reign. She has not separated from her mate, Eeltail, but the couple are distant even after moons together.
