Post by crookedstar on Oct 3, 2009 7:41:01 GMT -5
Down: F o x p a w
By: T o m c a t
The: E i g h t m o o n s
Bay: WindClan
Where: Apprentice
Would you happen to know:
What's the classic appearance of a devilish individual? Big, red, with a mischievous, mocking grin... Foxpaw definitely follows the pattern. His short-haired coat is very thick, making him look quite a bit bigger than he actually is. Light red in colour, it is striped with darker red and brown. Around his belly and chest, Foxpaw's striped fur blends in to a soft cream. His muzzle and the contours of his eyes are also a faded cream colour; even his paws fade to a lighter red. Only Foxpaw's long tail keeps the dark red shade of his body. Like the rest of his coat, the fur of his tail is very thick and heavily striped with dark red and brown. Despite these few splashes of cream and orange fur, no cat would describe Foxpaw as being an orange cat. His pelt is so heavily striped with dark red that there's just no other word for it but red. Foxpaw earned his name on the second day after his birth, when the sun was shining brightly; the sunlight turned his dark red pelt to a brilliant blaze of fire, like a tiny, dying flame flaring into a forest fire.
As a kit, Foxpaw probably could have gone into battle with another Clan and no cat would have questioned whether he was old enough to be an apprentice. When he was born, many of the queens claimed no kit had ever been born that big. Foxpaw is easily twice the size of some cats his age. His long, muscled legs give him an advantage of height and strength. Even with his long legs, Foxpaw doesn't look out of proportion or clumsy like some other long-limbed cats, probably because his entire body is abnormally big for his age. Still, having such a huge body does give him disadvantages in speed and agility. He's quite a bit slower than most cats, but if he manages to get his paws on his opponent, they're in trouble; his strength is deadly.
Foxpaw is basically any young she-cat's dream. His size is enough to make anyone feel safe around him, but on top of that, he is very handsome. His body is perfectly in proportion, no part of him seeming out of place or awkward. Foxpaw's face sports perfectly engineered, softly curving features. Two rounded ears are always perked forward, and in the centre of his face are found a pair of lively amber eyes. Though his eyes aren't any more stunning than any other cat's, they seem to sparkle with life and mischief. Surprisingly, Foxpaw is relatively graceful, and she-cats gravitate towards his confident attitude.
Obviously, Foxpaw's size and strength (and his ability to not be 100% clumsy and awkward) make him a natural at fighting. Even at only eight moons, he can match up to almost any warrior and be competitive; he can't quite beat them yet, but he gives them a run for their money. Fighting is definitely his strong suit, but he isn't so lucky when it comes to hunting. Because he's slower than most cats, he isn't very effective as a hunter; that's a skill he'll have to learn, not be born with, like fighting.
Where the watermelons grow:
Foxpaw's most obvious personality trait is his love of mischief and his disregard for the rules. The young tom is always determined to have as much fun as possible, and is well-known for his tendency to pull pranks on his fellow apprentices. Lots of his elders claim that Foxpaw doesn't think before he does things, that he's heedless, but they're 100% wrong. Every time Foxpaw breaks a rule, he knows exactly what he's doing, and the punishments that will come afterward, but he does it anyway. Often, several days of planning result in a prank or some form of mischief. Despite the fact that he is punished regularly, Foxpaw continues to cause trouble. No punishment has ever solved this problem; some think this is because his superior size and fighting skills give him a false sense of security. In reality, Foxpaw simply doesn't care about rules and punishment; he believes that the whole point of life is to have fun.
Many cats have said that Foxpaw is over-confident, even thingyy. He tends to flaunt his skills, sometimes too much, but he's also the first one to admit he's a horrible hunter, and laugh at his own mistakes. Though he's a troublemaker, and perhaps a bit too confident and sure of himself, Foxpaw is very well-liked among his Clanmates. His fun-loving, outgoing attitude make people want to be around him, and he is a very rewarding friend. Anyone who shows Foxpaw love and friendship gets his undying loyalty, and he will do anything for his friends. However, if Foxpaw dislikes you, he makes it obvious, which can often get him into trouble. The young tomcat has a horrible temper to match, and it isn't hard to make him mad. An insult is enough to throw him into a state of rage, and once he's angry, it's very hard to get back on his good side. On a day-to-day basis, Foxpaw is a fun, outgoing tom who spends most of his time joking around. He is incredibly loyal to those he cares about, and hostile to those he dislikes.
And we followed the white rabbit:
Foxpaw's blood is purely WindClan, but his parentage is a very tangled and confusing matter. His mother was a stubborn, flirtatious and exceedingly beautiful she-cat named Brightfire, well-known for her ability to make any tom fall in love with her. Whether it was her brilliant red pelt, stunning green gaze, or outgoing spirit, she always had three or four toms chasing after her; but there was only one tom who ever really gained her love. When Brightfire was an apprentice, she fell in love with one of her denmates, a tom named Foxpaw. The two did everything together, and they were literally inseperable. When they became warriors, earning the names Brightfire and Foxfoot, it didn't take long for them to become mates. Soon, the couple started to think about having kits, but they never came. After they had been mates for nearly a year, Brightfire still hadn't become pregnant. They visited the medicine cat, who discovered that Brightfire was infertile, very unlikely to ever conceive kits. This broke both Brightfire's and Foxfoot's hearts, but their love for each other was so deep that they decided having each other was enough.
But, like many beautiful love stories, this one has an unhappy ending. When a badger attacked WindClan territory, Foxfoot was a member of the patrol who discovered it. He was killed by the beast, destroying Brightfire's life completely. She closed her heart and withdrew from everyone, turning into a cold and twisted cat. Not long after, toms started to show interest in her again; rather than push them away, she toyed with their affections, letting them think she cared for them, when really she was only using them to distract herself from Foxfoot. Though she never actually mated with any of them, jealous cats began to spread rumours that she had.
It was around this time that a loner named Jag started to come around. Though she could never love a cat the way she had loved Foxfoot, she started to care very deeply for Jag, and he loved her. They became mates, a secret to her Clan. Then, suddenly, Brightfire found out that she was pregnant. She was shocked and hurt; why was she able to have kits with Jag, and not with Foxfoot? She grew distant with Jag, constantly thinking about Foxfoot, until he finally left, thinking she didn't care about him anymore.
When the Clan found out that Brightfire was expecting kits, her Clanmates were very unimpressed. They ignored her and shunned her, but she didn't care; she had withdrawn back inside herself again. Nobody knew who had fathered the kits, and Brightfire never told. To this day nobody knows who Foxpaw's father is.
When Brightfire gave birth to a single tom, she named him Foxkit after her first love. Sadly, as a result of her infertility, the birth was very difficult and she didn't make it. The death of Brightfire wasn't a very sad affair for the Clan, but she was buried along with her old Clanmates. Foxkit was raised by a nursing queen named Ambergaze, and only two moons ago he became an apprentice.
By: T o m c a t
The: E i g h t m o o n s
Bay: WindClan
Where: Apprentice
Would you happen to know:
What's the classic appearance of a devilish individual? Big, red, with a mischievous, mocking grin... Foxpaw definitely follows the pattern. His short-haired coat is very thick, making him look quite a bit bigger than he actually is. Light red in colour, it is striped with darker red and brown. Around his belly and chest, Foxpaw's striped fur blends in to a soft cream. His muzzle and the contours of his eyes are also a faded cream colour; even his paws fade to a lighter red. Only Foxpaw's long tail keeps the dark red shade of his body. Like the rest of his coat, the fur of his tail is very thick and heavily striped with dark red and brown. Despite these few splashes of cream and orange fur, no cat would describe Foxpaw as being an orange cat. His pelt is so heavily striped with dark red that there's just no other word for it but red. Foxpaw earned his name on the second day after his birth, when the sun was shining brightly; the sunlight turned his dark red pelt to a brilliant blaze of fire, like a tiny, dying flame flaring into a forest fire.
As a kit, Foxpaw probably could have gone into battle with another Clan and no cat would have questioned whether he was old enough to be an apprentice. When he was born, many of the queens claimed no kit had ever been born that big. Foxpaw is easily twice the size of some cats his age. His long, muscled legs give him an advantage of height and strength. Even with his long legs, Foxpaw doesn't look out of proportion or clumsy like some other long-limbed cats, probably because his entire body is abnormally big for his age. Still, having such a huge body does give him disadvantages in speed and agility. He's quite a bit slower than most cats, but if he manages to get his paws on his opponent, they're in trouble; his strength is deadly.
Foxpaw is basically any young she-cat's dream. His size is enough to make anyone feel safe around him, but on top of that, he is very handsome. His body is perfectly in proportion, no part of him seeming out of place or awkward. Foxpaw's face sports perfectly engineered, softly curving features. Two rounded ears are always perked forward, and in the centre of his face are found a pair of lively amber eyes. Though his eyes aren't any more stunning than any other cat's, they seem to sparkle with life and mischief. Surprisingly, Foxpaw is relatively graceful, and she-cats gravitate towards his confident attitude.
Obviously, Foxpaw's size and strength (and his ability to not be 100% clumsy and awkward) make him a natural at fighting. Even at only eight moons, he can match up to almost any warrior and be competitive; he can't quite beat them yet, but he gives them a run for their money. Fighting is definitely his strong suit, but he isn't so lucky when it comes to hunting. Because he's slower than most cats, he isn't very effective as a hunter; that's a skill he'll have to learn, not be born with, like fighting.
Where the watermelons grow:
Foxpaw's most obvious personality trait is his love of mischief and his disregard for the rules. The young tom is always determined to have as much fun as possible, and is well-known for his tendency to pull pranks on his fellow apprentices. Lots of his elders claim that Foxpaw doesn't think before he does things, that he's heedless, but they're 100% wrong. Every time Foxpaw breaks a rule, he knows exactly what he's doing, and the punishments that will come afterward, but he does it anyway. Often, several days of planning result in a prank or some form of mischief. Despite the fact that he is punished regularly, Foxpaw continues to cause trouble. No punishment has ever solved this problem; some think this is because his superior size and fighting skills give him a false sense of security. In reality, Foxpaw simply doesn't care about rules and punishment; he believes that the whole point of life is to have fun.
Many cats have said that Foxpaw is over-confident, even thingyy. He tends to flaunt his skills, sometimes too much, but he's also the first one to admit he's a horrible hunter, and laugh at his own mistakes. Though he's a troublemaker, and perhaps a bit too confident and sure of himself, Foxpaw is very well-liked among his Clanmates. His fun-loving, outgoing attitude make people want to be around him, and he is a very rewarding friend. Anyone who shows Foxpaw love and friendship gets his undying loyalty, and he will do anything for his friends. However, if Foxpaw dislikes you, he makes it obvious, which can often get him into trouble. The young tomcat has a horrible temper to match, and it isn't hard to make him mad. An insult is enough to throw him into a state of rage, and once he's angry, it's very hard to get back on his good side. On a day-to-day basis, Foxpaw is a fun, outgoing tom who spends most of his time joking around. He is incredibly loyal to those he cares about, and hostile to those he dislikes.
And we followed the white rabbit:
Foxpaw's blood is purely WindClan, but his parentage is a very tangled and confusing matter. His mother was a stubborn, flirtatious and exceedingly beautiful she-cat named Brightfire, well-known for her ability to make any tom fall in love with her. Whether it was her brilliant red pelt, stunning green gaze, or outgoing spirit, she always had three or four toms chasing after her; but there was only one tom who ever really gained her love. When Brightfire was an apprentice, she fell in love with one of her denmates, a tom named Foxpaw. The two did everything together, and they were literally inseperable. When they became warriors, earning the names Brightfire and Foxfoot, it didn't take long for them to become mates. Soon, the couple started to think about having kits, but they never came. After they had been mates for nearly a year, Brightfire still hadn't become pregnant. They visited the medicine cat, who discovered that Brightfire was infertile, very unlikely to ever conceive kits. This broke both Brightfire's and Foxfoot's hearts, but their love for each other was so deep that they decided having each other was enough.
But, like many beautiful love stories, this one has an unhappy ending. When a badger attacked WindClan territory, Foxfoot was a member of the patrol who discovered it. He was killed by the beast, destroying Brightfire's life completely. She closed her heart and withdrew from everyone, turning into a cold and twisted cat. Not long after, toms started to show interest in her again; rather than push them away, she toyed with their affections, letting them think she cared for them, when really she was only using them to distract herself from Foxfoot. Though she never actually mated with any of them, jealous cats began to spread rumours that she had.
It was around this time that a loner named Jag started to come around. Though she could never love a cat the way she had loved Foxfoot, she started to care very deeply for Jag, and he loved her. They became mates, a secret to her Clan. Then, suddenly, Brightfire found out that she was pregnant. She was shocked and hurt; why was she able to have kits with Jag, and not with Foxfoot? She grew distant with Jag, constantly thinking about Foxfoot, until he finally left, thinking she didn't care about him anymore.
When the Clan found out that Brightfire was expecting kits, her Clanmates were very unimpressed. They ignored her and shunned her, but she didn't care; she had withdrawn back inside herself again. Nobody knew who had fathered the kits, and Brightfire never told. To this day nobody knows who Foxpaw's father is.
When Brightfire gave birth to a single tom, she named him Foxkit after her first love. Sadly, as a result of her infertility, the birth was very difficult and she didn't make it. The death of Brightfire wasn't a very sad affair for the Clan, but she was buried along with her old Clanmates. Foxkit was raised by a nursing queen named Ambergaze, and only two moons ago he became an apprentice.
