Foxpaw

[Foxpaw.]

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names: Foxkit Foxpaw Foxtail
gender: tom
age: six moons
clan: ThunderClan
rank: apprentice

personality:
If you asked Foxpaw's Clan mates to describe him personality-wise, here is what you'd probably get:

"He's a perfectly charming young man. Quiet, respectful, never rude. He keeps his head dipped low and his mouth shut, that one. I've not seen such a promising youth in ThunderClan for many years. Yes, I do believe he could do whatever he wanted with his life." - she-cat, warrior.

"A bit of a shy fellow, but not a bad bone in his body. Shows a lot of promise as a fighter, too. Good balance, reaction time like a lightning bolt, and brilliant agility. He might not be the strongest right now, but I can spy potential from a mile away. There's strength hidden in that boy, just a-waiting to get out. When it does, man, you had better watch out; that'd be enough to shake the leaves clean off the trees." - tom, elder.

"Timid, cautious, shy; a waste of a good warrior if you ask me. Sure, he's got talent and there's no doubting it, but what's talent if you haven't got bravery? If you haven't got guts? Yeah, yeah; he's got loyalty and heart, sure enough. He sticks to the Warrior Code a little too closely, though, in my opinion." - tom, warrior.

"In a word: Respectful. He keeps his head dipped low, his mouth shut, and his ears pricked." - she-cat, warrior.

appearance:
Foxpaw is pretty much your ideal ThunderClan warrior-to-be. His pelt is thick, soft as downy feathers, and beautifully marbled. It is mostly made up of dark brown - almost black - stripes, with a creamy tan base. His face has beautifully symmetrical tabby markings and give him excellent camouflage. Yes, he'd blend in perfectly if it were not for his white patches. His nose, muzzle, and chest are completely white, as are his legs, stomach, and haunches.

Showing great promise of strength in the future, Foxpaw has a very solid build. His shoulders are broad and strong, and his hindquarters are also quite strong. He has good-sized, swift paws and long, hooked claws. Most likely, he will be just a bit above-average when it comes to height; his long legs make it look that way at least.

Foxpaw's face is probably his most attractive feature. His eyes are neatly-shaped and pale green in color. His fur is a gorgeous menagerie of dark brown markings and a solid white blaze runs up between his eyes. A soft pink nose sits squarely on his face, surrounded by his snow white muzzle. Large ears prick up from his smoothly chiseled head, and long whiskers drape down from his face. He has an acute sense of smell and very good hearing. However - though he's never told anyone - his sense of sight is not the greatest.

Finally, there is Foxpaw's tail which immediately reveals where he got his name. Extremely fluffy and soft, it is completely brown in color. It serves him well on cold nights, when he wraps it around himself to stay warm.

history:
kit.
Born to Daisyglade and Goldenfox of ThunderClan with his three sisters, Foxkit had a rather rough start at life. His father suffered for many moons with questions of where his loyalties lay, and one of the young tom's sisters - Russetkit - died before she was made an apprentice. The other three kits, though weak, managed to survive those bitter days and grew into strong cats.

apprentice.
Daisyglade carefully raised the young cats, giving them all the love and devotion she could as her mate struggled on. However, some say that she was a bit over-protective and that is what caused Foxpaw's shyness. This is doubtful, especially considering how his sister - Mousepaw - has more bravery and ambition than she knows what to do with.

Whatever the case, the three kits grew up and became apprentices, each striving to serve their Clan in the best way they possibly could.

sample rp:
(from another site)
Ears flattened against the bitter wind, fur fluffed up to keep out the cold, a massive dark brown tabby made his way through ShadowClan's territory. "Of all the impulsive, arrogant things to do... Has he no respect?" The exasperated mumbling was rather out-of-character for Thorntail, but he was frustrated. His day hadn't started off too well, so give him some slack, alright?

To put it bluntly, he'd gone to find some - what would have been - much needed prey, and an apprentice had tagged along. It wasn't just any apprentice either; it was Pollenpaw, who happened to be the worst cat he could have taken with him. "Give him an opportunity to prove himself and what does he do? Shoots across the border first chance he gets."

Now Thorntail wasn't the kind of guy to go punishing apprentices; especially not ones he wasn't mentoring. He usually just let their behavior catch up with them and in time they learned their own lessons. However, he also wasn't the type to leave a wrong uncorrected.

So, there he was, sitting on the edge of WindClan and ShadowClan's border with a mouth full of stolen prey. What a wonderful way to spend a leaf-bare afternoon.

Thorntail's ears twitched uncomfortably. Normally he was quite confident in everything he did; fear was a very rare emotion for him to experience. Then again, he didn't usually have to deal with apprentices who bolted into another Clan's territory, either. Unfortunately, since he had been the only other cat present, he felt responsible and was taking it upon himself to undo the damage as best he could.

Muscles tense, eyes flickering back and forth, he prepared himself. All was quiet; no monsters thundered in the distance; no cats seemed to be lurking on the other side. With a burst of speed he hurtled across the rough, unnatural surface and soon sat on the verge of sticky black grass in WindClan's territory.

The smell of prey made it almost impossible to tell whether or not any other cats were close, and he was having a hard time breathing around his burden. He had to find somewhere to put it, and fast.

He looked around cautiously, ears pricked for the sound of WindClan warriors. He felt completely unguarded out here in the open, unshielded by any sort of trees or foliage. It made him acutely aware of how much danger he was in; on enemy territory with a bunch of freshly-caught prey. Try explaining that to a rival Clan's patrol.

Finally, he spotted a good spot of bare ground and plopped the prey down onto it. For a moment he felt satisfied, but just as he was about to turn around and run like no other, it occurred to him: The prey smelled of ShadowClan.

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c-box name: lichen.

[hawkstar]

Accepted. Remember to make your display name Foxpaw now.