Littlechill

Appearance
Littlechill is a small cat, standing at about six and a half inches tall. He's soft, but thick-furred, and his sleek fur gives the look that he's quite chubby, but it's completely the opposite. He's thin and just has a lot of fur. His fur is a chilly light gray with a blue tint to it, and there are splashes, mottles, and dashes of white and darker shades of gray all on his body. His eyes are a gentle sky blue.

Personality
Littlechill is an extremely sympathetic cat who feels his emotions as if he was hit by a truck. He's usually very quiet and collected, but when he's sad, he'll cry as if your grandmother died, or if he's angry he'll flip his lid. Luckily, Littlechill is rarely angry and no one can tell if he's just that cool-headed or if he's silently submitting. He's pretty much a perfectionist and will get mad at himself for not living up to others, or his own expectations. He's frustrated easily and works to no end when he isn't satisfied with his work.

Kithood
Littlekit was born the runt to his four siblings; he was the third boy in the litter. He was born to his mother, Burrowfrost, and his father, Screechgust. He had two sisters, Skykit and Wisteriakit, and two brothers, Brokenkit and Bushkit. They were a big ol' happy family, with Littlekit and Wisteriakit being the quiet ones out of the litter and Skykit, Bushkit, and Brokenkit being the extroverted and loud ones. Being similar in personalities, he was closest with Wisteriakit but also close with the rest of his siblings as well.

When he was four moons old, he was running across the nursery while chasing a butterfly, and he tripped and minorly sprained his front paw. He started to cry, obviously, and his mother was the one to take him to the medicine den, where he met the current young medicine cat, Skipsnow. He was a gentle, kind tom who managed to calm Littlekit down and heal his paw. Littlekit was intrigued by this, and continued to watch and help Skipsnow with his medicine cat duties over the past two moons.

Eventually, Littlekit asked when he'd be able to treat cats like that, and Skipsnow asked if he'd like to be the medicine cat apprentice. Littlekit eagerly agreed, and though his siblings were a bit bummed he wouldn't become a warrior apprentice, he became the apprentice under Skipsnow.

Apprenticeship
Littlepaw was ecstatic to begin his medicine cat duties, and he looked up to Skipsnow a lot. He would often get frustrated when he didn't do exactly what Skipsnow had shown him to do, whether it was wrapping herbs or chewing poultices, and it was often Littlepaw giving himself a hard time rather than his mentor doing it.

When he was eight moons old, he was tasked with his first real-time injury. A cat had been marred by a dog roaming the territory, having escaped from its Twoleg nest, and the cat's front paw was mangled gravely. With Skipsnow's help, they healed the cat successfully.

While the cat was staying in the medicine den to heal, after she had awoken, the cat revealed herself as an apprentice a little older than Littlepaw named Needlepaw. She was spunky, clever, and witty, and Littlepaw took a liking to her, often chatting when he'd sort herbs or treat cats in the medicine den while she resided in the medicine den to heal.

Littlepaw and Needlepaw ended up chatting more than they'd expected, even after Needlepaw was discharged from the medicine den after her paw had made a full recovery. At this point, they had been chatting for the whole moon Needlepaw had been there, so Littlepaw was nine moons old and Needlepaw was a little over ten moons old. They hung out constantly, when Littlepaw was on break most of the time because now that he was getting older, he was tasked with more laborious duties.

Littlepaw started to notice a fluttery feeling he'd get in his belly when he'd see Needlepaw. He'd always act super awkward around her and feel the need to prove he was worth it for her. After he did a bit of thinking one evening, he discovered he had gained feelings for her, and it wasn't long before Needlepaw took him out hunting during one of his breaks and finally confessed to him. They agreed that they'd have to wait until they were older to become mates, so that's exactly what they did. Constantly chatting and flirting back and forth, they worked and worked until they finally became warriors.

Medicine Cat Life
When it was time, Skipsnow took him to the sacred place, and he recieved his full medicine cat name, Littlechill. On that same night, his siblings got their warrior names, Skytwirl, Wisteriamist, Brokenthorn, and Bushbroom. Needlepaw also got her warrior name, being named Needlefrisk. Littlechill returned with his name and he announced to his siblings, alongside Needlefrisk, that he was becoming mates with her. He was happy to find Skytwirl excited, Wisteriamist approving, Brokenthorn happy, and Bushbroom glad.

So, Littlechill and Needlefrisk just generally chilled over a moon or so and did cute mate stuff, as you do.

Then, an outburst of an illness of indeterminate name broke out in GustClan from a suspected poison hidden in prey. A few elders, two kits, and three warriors were confined to the medicine den, which was bursting at its seams at this point. Two of these warriors were Littlechill's parents, and the other was his mate, Needlefrisk, which he was extremely stressed about. Skipsnow tried to reassure him things would be okay, but that tactic failed when the illness possessed his parents' immune system and drove them to death.

Littlechill was devastated. He cried at night for days, usually trying to suppress it when he worked but releasing it all on breaks or when he'd sleep. His siblings were also grieving, but not as hard as Littlechill, who was known for his frequent outbursts of heavy emotions. They tried comforting him the best he could, but his mental state got worse when Needlefrisk slipped into a coma. He was horrified, and tasked himself with defeating this illness and curing everyone, to prevent cats from ending up as his family and to distract himself from Needlefrisk, who was hanging by a thread.

He managed to work together with Skipsnow and cure all the other cats, working ceaselessly for days until, one by one, the cats recovered and returned to their usual duties. They were relieved, and Littlechill was getting a bit better mood-wise, but that soon evaporated when Needlefrisk fell into death in her sleep. He also didn't know that she was expecting his kits when she died. So.

Needlefrisk's burial ceremony was in the morning. Littlechill was distraught, angry, depressed. Often Littlechill would experience mood swings and snap at his siblings sometimes, or cry at the mention of anything that had to do with his parents or his mate. It was terrible. During this bout of depression, Skipsnow was getting weaker from the illness that had been defeated, that he had caught from one of the patients. One day, he had a tender moment with Littlechill, making him promise to be strong for him. Littlechill promised and started to try and become normal again, and eventually it worked.

As Skipsnow had instructed him, he stayed strong when he passed away, and became the only medicine cat at nineteen moons old. It was hard being alone, but Littlechill got used to it and eventually returned to good ol' quiet, soft Lichi.

Littlechill is now twenty-three moons old and very happy. He gets frequent visits from his siblings and enjoys his job.

Trivia

 * All of my ANDRP characters' names come from a random generator. It's pretty amazing how much you can create from just a name.
 * Due to having his mate die in his care, he has a hard time being attracted to other cats unless he has a really good bond with them.

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