Name: Casper (formerly Littlepaw)

Gender: Male

Age: 30 moons

Clan: None, currently a kittypet (formerly of ShadowClan)

Rank: None (formerly a warrior apprentice)

Physical Description: Fluffy, silky-furred white tom. Crystal blue eyes. Nearly deaf, can only hear very loud noises. Short legs and a round belly. Small paws and dainty features. Black rings around his eyes and black toes.

Personality: Casper can come off as arrogant, naive, and lazy, but he wasn't always that way. When he lived in ShadowClan, he was as brave and loyal as they come, if not a bit reckless. Now, he is content with his life in Twolegplace with his mate, Smokey and his kits, Muffin and Patches.

Backstory: Littlekit was born into ShadowClan as the kit of Maplefeather and Snowfur. He had no littermates, so he became very close to his denmates, Fogkit and Marshkit. When it was time for them to become apprentices, Marshpaw decided to train in the ways of a medicine cat, so Littlepaw was left with Fogpaw as his closest friend. The two were nearly inseparable, patrolling, hunting, and eating together.
   One day, Fogpaw dared Littlepaw to run up and touch one of the Twoleg water monsters on the Half-Bridge that stretched into the lake. Without a second thought, the white tom agreed, and bounded over to the boat. He slapped it with a paw, then jumped on top of it, making faces at Fogpaw. At first, his friend was laughing, but then his face fell and he started shouting at Littlepaw. The tom couldn't hear him, or the engine starting up on the boat. He was captured by the Twolegs who were driving the boat and taken to their nest.
   At first, his heart aches horribly. He missed his Clan and his friend. But eventually, with the help of a cat named Smokey, he got used to it. He was head-over-heels for the tortoiseshell she-cat, and they became mates and had kits. Now, Littlepaw, renamed Casper, wouldn't want to live anywhere else, though he does think of Fogpaw often.