Post by Hazelfang on Jun 25, 2009 14:30:51 GMT -5
Name: Foxfoot
Gender: TOM
Age (in moons): 43 Moons
Clan: RiverClan
Rank: Deputy
History: Foxfoot was born in RiverClan. Whilst out taking a quick walk around RiverClan territory, his mother went into labor. Foxfoot was the youngest out of all his littermates, and as soon as he breathed in his first breath, a fox stumble out of the surrounding undergrowth. His mother shrieked in fright, and crawled over her kits, as to protect them, for she wasn’t the brightest star in the sky and was else could she possibly do? The queen ended up smothering three of her four kits, leaving Foxfoot the only one to survive. In her attempt to safety, his mother was thrown by the fox and killed moments afterwards. A hunting patrol scented trouble and came running to the almost-rescue. They were too late. Back at camp, with sick irony, Foxfoot was given his name- Foxkit, as a reminder of his late mother and siblings. He was nursed by another once-loner-turned-RiverClan queen- Barkfur, a nasty cat whom Foxkit, and later Foxpaw, could never understand how she had gotten pregnant in the first place. Barkfur passed away from a horrible case of greencough, a few moons after Foxfoot was announced a warrior. In her dying words, she told the medicine cat, who later told Foxfoot, that she was quite proud of what he had become and always wished that he was her true son. This really instilled itself into Foxfoot’s mind and he has strived to be an awesome cat since.
Personality: Foxfoot is very fierce. He’s known for being quite the serious kitty, but once you get to know him, he’s friendly and easy to talk to. Despite his serious nature, Foxfoot is actually pretty calm. Rarely will he ever become overwhelmed, or upset, as he feels it leads to even more trouble. The tom is knowledgeable, and is always willing to help a clanmate out or give advice. He’s extremely loyal, and it is said that he would die for RiverClan. Foxfoot is ridiculously stubborn. Once he’s made up his mind, it’s very unlikely for him to change it. When he’s bored or not too busy, he’ll head around the camp to seek duties or give and take from others, or take a swim in the river in RiverClan territory.
Description: Foxfoot is a thick build, with muscles and sturdy legs, and a thick tail. His fur is super soft and super sleek, making swimming easy. His pelt is the color of burnt cinnamon, rich mud. A speckling of black crosses his fur, and he has black stripes that mark his front legs and tail. A patch of dark brown, white maw and sand-colored rings around his eyes make up his face. His oculars are a smooth, light green, much like the underside of a maple leaf in greenleaf. Strong paws and sharp teeth accompany his sturdy body, and his sturdy attitude.
IC: Little Foxkit lay, eyes wide and gleaming with horror, as he listen to his queen. Barkfur had decided he was old enough to learn about his family’s death. The other queens had disagreed greatly- at four moons, a kitten should not know this! But Barkfur was adamant, and after hearing about the she-cats plans, Foxkit was adamant too. The little kit, stubborn, but innocent, listened to his surrogate-mother as she told the devastating story of his birth; he couldn’t believe it. My mother killed my littermates? he thought, full of sorrow and pity, for he knew that she did not mean so. What Foxkit could not grasp was his namesake. What a horrible event to be named after, he told himself. Disgusted with his name and himself, the next he demanded his queen to call him something else.
“My name is Starkit now, Barkfur!” he snapped at Barkfur, a scowl on his face. He wanted to be named after his mother’s clan now, StarClan. Barkfur laughed haughtily, with spite.
“Foxkit, you do not have the power to change your name, and if you keep acting like this, you never will! Starkit is a ridiculous name, anyways. If you were to become leader someday, you’re would be Starstar. You fool,” she exclaimed to the tiny cat, “Be proud that our leader was gracious enough to name after something important, let alone your own mother’s death!”
Foxkit backed away, surprised by the strength of her words. As his “stand in mother” stood a few tail-lengths away, coughing, Foxkit pondered over what she spoke. He soon realized that he should be proud of his name, and of his mother’s courage against the fox that had slain her.
“Foxkit,” he whispered, pride evident in his soft mew, and trotted to Barkfur to converse more about his mom.
Other: PICTURE!
also sorry if it's lengthy x.x sometimes i cant even stop myself lol
Gender: TOM
Age (in moons): 43 Moons
Clan: RiverClan
Rank: Deputy
History: Foxfoot was born in RiverClan. Whilst out taking a quick walk around RiverClan territory, his mother went into labor. Foxfoot was the youngest out of all his littermates, and as soon as he breathed in his first breath, a fox stumble out of the surrounding undergrowth. His mother shrieked in fright, and crawled over her kits, as to protect them, for she wasn’t the brightest star in the sky and was else could she possibly do? The queen ended up smothering three of her four kits, leaving Foxfoot the only one to survive. In her attempt to safety, his mother was thrown by the fox and killed moments afterwards. A hunting patrol scented trouble and came running to the almost-rescue. They were too late. Back at camp, with sick irony, Foxfoot was given his name- Foxkit, as a reminder of his late mother and siblings. He was nursed by another once-loner-turned-RiverClan queen- Barkfur, a nasty cat whom Foxkit, and later Foxpaw, could never understand how she had gotten pregnant in the first place. Barkfur passed away from a horrible case of greencough, a few moons after Foxfoot was announced a warrior. In her dying words, she told the medicine cat, who later told Foxfoot, that she was quite proud of what he had become and always wished that he was her true son. This really instilled itself into Foxfoot’s mind and he has strived to be an awesome cat since.
Personality: Foxfoot is very fierce. He’s known for being quite the serious kitty, but once you get to know him, he’s friendly and easy to talk to. Despite his serious nature, Foxfoot is actually pretty calm. Rarely will he ever become overwhelmed, or upset, as he feels it leads to even more trouble. The tom is knowledgeable, and is always willing to help a clanmate out or give advice. He’s extremely loyal, and it is said that he would die for RiverClan. Foxfoot is ridiculously stubborn. Once he’s made up his mind, it’s very unlikely for him to change it. When he’s bored or not too busy, he’ll head around the camp to seek duties or give and take from others, or take a swim in the river in RiverClan territory.
Description: Foxfoot is a thick build, with muscles and sturdy legs, and a thick tail. His fur is super soft and super sleek, making swimming easy. His pelt is the color of burnt cinnamon, rich mud. A speckling of black crosses his fur, and he has black stripes that mark his front legs and tail. A patch of dark brown, white maw and sand-colored rings around his eyes make up his face. His oculars are a smooth, light green, much like the underside of a maple leaf in greenleaf. Strong paws and sharp teeth accompany his sturdy body, and his sturdy attitude.
IC: Little Foxkit lay, eyes wide and gleaming with horror, as he listen to his queen. Barkfur had decided he was old enough to learn about his family’s death. The other queens had disagreed greatly- at four moons, a kitten should not know this! But Barkfur was adamant, and after hearing about the she-cats plans, Foxkit was adamant too. The little kit, stubborn, but innocent, listened to his surrogate-mother as she told the devastating story of his birth; he couldn’t believe it. My mother killed my littermates? he thought, full of sorrow and pity, for he knew that she did not mean so. What Foxkit could not grasp was his namesake. What a horrible event to be named after, he told himself. Disgusted with his name and himself, the next he demanded his queen to call him something else.
“My name is Starkit now, Barkfur!” he snapped at Barkfur, a scowl on his face. He wanted to be named after his mother’s clan now, StarClan. Barkfur laughed haughtily, with spite.
“Foxkit, you do not have the power to change your name, and if you keep acting like this, you never will! Starkit is a ridiculous name, anyways. If you were to become leader someday, you’re would be Starstar. You fool,” she exclaimed to the tiny cat, “Be proud that our leader was gracious enough to name after something important, let alone your own mother’s death!”
Foxkit backed away, surprised by the strength of her words. As his “stand in mother” stood a few tail-lengths away, coughing, Foxkit pondered over what she spoke. He soon realized that he should be proud of his name, and of his mother’s courage against the fox that had slain her.
“Foxkit,” he whispered, pride evident in his soft mew, and trotted to Barkfur to converse more about his mom.
Other: PICTURE!
also sorry if it's lengthy x.x sometimes i cant even stop myself lol
