[ foxpaw ]

[crow]

Name:
Foxpaw

Rank:
Apprentice

Gender:
She-cat

Age:
7 Moons

Affiliation:
CloudClan

Mentor/Apprentice:
Open

Kin:
Gingerfur [mother, not played]
Brightclaw [father, not played]
Firepaw [brother, played]

Mate:
Too young

Appearance:

The majority of Foxpaw’s fur is bright orange. She has darker orange stripes that are mostly noticeable on her sides. Her chest is covered in a white bib that spreads up her neck to her chin, but stops before her muzzle. Over the orange fur are her torbie markings, namely patches of brown tabby fur. The biggest spot of her tabby fur covers her left front leg completely and a majority of her back. It also covers her head like a hood and a corner of her face, which includes her left ear.

Foxpaw is an average size she-cat. Her build matches most of CloudClan’s, being slim in most places. Her hind legs have a bit more muscle from all the work she did as a kit but besides that her body is rather lithe. Her hind legs do help her when it comes to hunting, which is where she’s skilled in, though. She also has long, curled claws capable of serious damage.

Foxpaw’s eyes are dark amber with a light ring around the center. She’s always wide eyed and has a hard time keeping her emotions out of her eyes, making her an easy to read cat. It doesn’t matter much to her though. Her whiskers are white and rather short, like porcupine quills.

Personality:

The thing one would first notice about Foxpaw would be her undying loyalty to everyone in her clan, more specifically her brother. She’s got a fierce determination to protect the cats she cares for. Foxpaw doesn’t know if she could stand watching a fellow clan mate get hurt, especially when she could’ve done something about it. She’s only a young apprentice, but she busies herself so much just to try and keep others from having to do so much work.

Firepaw says it’s going to be the death of her.

Foxpaw says it’s her only redeeming quality.

She is an obnoxious young cat. When she was a kit she would get in pawfuls of trouble, now as an apprentice she still gets in trouble. Her belief of the warrior code is even looser than most cats of the once-lone CloudClan. To her it almost doesn’t exist. Foxpaw will constantly be complaining in the nagging voice of her about how it’s so pointless to follow the… finer aspects of the code. The tribe doesn’t! Why, in StarClan’s name, should they?

Foxpaw is loud. She’s chatty. She likes to hang around with the older warriors rather than other apprentices and pick up clan gossip. She’ll be the first to hear a fresh piece of juicy news and spread it like wild fire, much to others dismay.

She’s also very firm in her beliefs. She doesn’t care how another cat views her. As long as they know what she stands for and what she believes in, Foxpaw’s good. And with her loud, almost grating voice constantly blabbing how she feels, it’s not too hard for a cat to know exactly what she does and doesn’t believe in.

Around others Foxpaw can be a bit of a furball. She’ll make jokes that can be taken as insults and often show other cats up. Whether she meant to or not. Foxpaw means well, but she just can’t seem to get the friendly thing down. She can be kind and caring toward others and loves her clan with all her heart. But it’s all covered up by thick layers of obnoxious, head-strong, troublesome Foxpaw.

History:

Foxpaw was always the troublesome kit. She was born on a stormy night and her mother would always tease it was because of the storm she turned out the way she did. Foxkit’s idea of fun was to sneak into the elder’s den and disturb them as they slept. Or maybe spend a day out of camp stalking the apprentices and warriors. More often than not she would drag her brother, Firekit, along on these adventures.

Foxkit always knew she was a trouble kit, though. In fact, she liked the title that came with her adventures and that deeds she did. It made her feel like she was getting the attention of a warrior even if she wasn’t one yet. When the Tribe cats came and made their home, it only fueled the pre-warrior pride Foxkit had formed.

She dragged Firekit with her to the “border” of the two groups one day. Despite her brother whining about how they should return, Foxkit stood still on the border, determined to help the tribe. But as the sun set, no patrols came. Eventually Foxkit gave in to her brother’s whines and the two kits traveled back to camp, sticking close as the dark crept over the sky.

When Firekit fell, Foxkit could only dig her claws into the ground and yowl for her brother. Moments passed and she heard nothing, her mind jumping to the worse possible thing before Firekit hissed at her to help him. Together they got him out of the patch of thorns he had fallen in before being found by a warrior.

While Firekit was in the Medicine Cat den, Foxkit spent her time trying to follow rules. She kept close to her mother, even closer with Firekit made it obvious that he wanted nothing to do with her, and never bugged another cat. In fact, she became quite reserved during the last moon of kithood. But it was all so she could become an apprentice. She didn’t want to get held back and most of all didn’t want her brother to be held back. Her moon of being reserved and quiet paid off and she was soon named Foxpaw alongside Firepaw, who warmed back up to her if only a little.

The moment she got a mentor Foxpaw found herself slipping back to her old self. Now she’s just as rowdy as she was as a young kit.

[Elena]

Seems good to me. c: