Post by feather on May 11, 2007 8:57:03 GMT -5
[they call me]
Foxfeather
Tomcat
17 Moons Ago
CloudClan
Warrior
[red like the fox]
Foxfeather is a lithe tabby with a light build. He has a reddish brown pelt, with a white muzzle and tail tip. His stripes are a dark brown colour, though they appear black. He is a fast runner, and has a long tail. His fur is medium length, but not too long. He has one white hind paw. His eyes are a liquid brown, and get lighter towards the pupil. He has a small scar on his left shoulder, from a scuffle he got into when he was a kit. He can usually be seen with a few scratches here and there, due to the little adventures he likes to partake in quite frequently, or sometimes because of his hot-headed determination, which could sometimes be classified as clumsiness, carelessness, or even stupidity.
[the stubborn one]
Foxfeather is a hot-headed, easily angered, somewhat arrogant tom. He has quite the temper, and is extremely determined, which can easily turn into extreme stubbornness. He tries his hardest, and refuses to give up, no matter the cost. He would give his life for a friend. He would fight to the end defending what he cares about, and to keep the clan safe. His loyalty has never wavered, and he wishes to keep it that was. He believes everything he does is for the good of the Clan, even if really, it didn’t change anything. Despite this, he has been known to break the rules a few times, as most have. He has a good sense of humour, and makes jokes quite often, and if not jokes then sarcastic remarks. He is also quick with insults, although sometimes he gets slightly out of line. He has an affectionate side, which he tends to show when others are in need, or to someone he cares about.
[this is my story]
-Kithood-
He was born to a CloudClan she-cat named Cedarspirit, and was fathered by a tom named Goldenfur, who died before his birth. He had always been one of the liveliest kits, and certainly the most stubborn. He was known to get into quite a few little fights, not always with other kits. Sometimes he picked fights with apprentices, and even though he never won those, he tried. One of these fights had left him with a deep wound on the shoulder, which was partially inflicted by accident. Well, maybe not completely accidental, but the blow hadn’t been meant to go so deep. This knocked a little bit of sense into the kit(even if not much) and afterwards he received a long scolding from his mother. He still bears the small scar today. As he grew, he became curious, and they say curiosity killed the cat. And in this case, it almost did. When he was five moons old, Foxkit decided to sneak out of camp to follow a patrol. Well, he did so, and even caught a mouse along the way… but as he reached a clearing, he ran into a fox. It was young, but unfortunately, hungry. He received a few minor injuries, but was rescued by the patrol, which had scented the fox and came to investigate. The young kit received yet another scolding from an extremely angry Cedarspirit, and was punished by having to take care of the elders for two moons.
-Apprenticeship-[/i]
On his sixth moon, Foxkit became Foxpaw. He was always eager to learn, sometimes a little too eager. He listened carefully to everything his mentor Silverfang had to offer. He often grew annoyed with his lazy, carefree mentor who never seemed to be on time., but grew quite attached to the tom all the same. He often disobeyed orders, earning many, many lectures over the course of his apprenticeship. One day, upon returning from a hunt, he received some truly horrible news- his mother had been killed on a border scuffle. The heartbroken Foxpaw was not himself for quite a long time, but continued training with Silverfang, who did his best to help comfort the young cat, even if he couldn’t do much. His lively nature began to return after a few moons, and attending his very first gathering. Soon the time came for his warrior ceremony.
-Warrior life-[/i]
At his ceremony, he became Foxfeather. By this time he had recovered from his mother’s death, and was once again lively and stubborn. He has seen a few small battles, but seeing as he is a fairly new warriors, he still has much more to see.
[one day...]
A clump of auburn fur lay sprawled out in the remotely empty warriors den, it’s sides rising and falling with each delicate breath. The young tom was taking a nap, for he had nothing else to do. He currently wasn’t needed on any patrols, and he didn’t really want to be with the other warriors, as he knew the majority of them found him quite annoying due to his lively, playful, and sometimes arrogant personality. But he couldn’t help it, it was just the way he was. And all the apprentices were out of camp with their mentors, so he couldn’t chat with any of them. Well, there were always the elders, but sometimes they were cranky, and he didn’t feel like putting up with anyone today. No, he figured he could have some time to himself, even if that was boring. His breathing quickened as he started to stir. Honey brown eyes opened lazily, and flickered around. The tom stood up and stretched, yawning as he did so. He sat down again, and gave his ruffled and messy fur a few brief licks. He gave a little sigh, and got to his paws to exit the den.
It was a beautiful sunny day outside, with birds chirping and insects buzzing about. He peered around. Cats were going about their business, scurrying here and there. Over near the nursery, two kits played happily under the watchful eye of their mother. The sight made him purr. He stretched once more, and headed towards camp entrance with yet another lazy yawn. Maybe I’ll go for a hunt.
[about my family]
Cedarspirit- Mother [deceased]
Goldenfur- Father [deceased]
Silverfang- Old mentor, like a father to the young cat.
[other info]
Nothing. ^^
[Codewords]
poison tears crash down.[/sub][/center]
