Reedfoot

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Name | Reedfoot

Gender |She-cat

Age | 38 Months

Rank | Warrior

Clan | FogClan

Beliefs| Reedfoot believes, without doubt, in Starclan...And the warrior code. She tends to stick to it like glue and wishes very much that her brother, Otterclaw, would too. She's tried numerous times to try and make him conform, but it seems that they will remain opposites. Further more, she believes that Starclan can be the destiny of only cats that believe; Simply being good is not, well, good enough. Reedfoot believes that you must believe in Starclan and follow the warrior code because your very soul depends on it. Starclan is salvation, it is the undoubtedly known.

Moreover, one's nonbelief affects the whole clan, doubly so when one considers the purity of FogClan, the chosen clan. To not believe is one of the highest sins...which is why it hurts her so much to see her brother falling into the darkness. Her nature will not let her forget him and move on, but her brain is beginning to tell her that he is beyond her help. She has done all she can do, short of punishing him herself. Reedfoot would be happy to do that though, if she thought it would help him...But of course, it wouldn't. It would only push him further down the path to rebellion and sin.

Parents | WillowxRex

Siblings | Otterclaw

Other Kin | N/A

Mate | Not yet and not looking

Crush |

Kits | Not yet

Apprentice/Mentor | Falconpaw

Appearance | Reedfoot is a dark brown that fades to a tan, like a reed, with tabby markings. The stripes that adorn her back are not very clear. Along her back the ends are so close together that they appear to be a dark brown/black saddle-marking. However, as they travel down her sides they become more spaced and defined. Her deep, green eyes are set in a very serious face, that is almost always frowning at Otterclaw. These eyes are quick to spot a misdemeanor, which at first made her a very annoying fellow apprentice...Until she learned to keep her mouth shut. Going back to her eyes, her right one is slightly lighter than her left. This is only noticeable in direct sunlight. They are framed by black bands, which form into two stripes that travel along her muzzle to the tip of her nose.

Reedfoot's quick paws are a nice, bright white as is her muzzle and underbelly. She goes to great measures to keep her coat shining and her white markings...white.

Though her legs are long, this she-cat is very small. Next to her brother, she probably looks like his apprentice. 'Petite' would accurately describe her form. However, it is thanks to this size and her long legs that she is able to move very quickly.

Personality | For all her quietness, Reedfoot is one stern she-cat. She won't stand for anything she deems 'inappropriate', especially if it's coming from someone within her own family. As a result, she has attempted to assume a motherly role toward Otterclaw, although it often times comes across as more matriarchal. She detest laziness and detests seeing it even more in her own flesh and blood. She herself is arguably one of the clans hardest workers, and expects nothing less of her brother.

It could definitely be said that Reedfoot is a perfectionist. She isn't satisfied unless everything is going right, and will not rest until everything is as it should be. Suffice to say, she doesn't get much rest, but that's fine with her. As long as there is work to be done, nonbelievers to convert, and sinners to be shown the path of righteousness, she doesn't deserve rest.

When this she-cat has an opinion, she sticks to it. Even Otterclaw...Or rather especially Otterclaw, cannot change her mind. She is as hard as stone when it comes to decisions...albeit a little stone. However, unlike Otterclaw, Reedfoot thinks before she speaks. That's not to say she thinks kindly of those whose opinions differ, though. Nonbelievers, especially, are given a certain amount of hatred. Hateful words though? Perhaps not. After all, you cannot bring someone to your side with insults. Better to lull them into a false sense of security and slowly draw them to your side than entice them to rebel.

Skills | Reedfoot is very fast and thus very suited for catching running prey. She possesses decent fighting skills, and can outmaneuver many a cat unless they pin her within a few minutes of the battle. If they don't, then she'll wear them out and attempt to take them down that way. There's no way she could be a larger cat in a contest of strength and power.


History | Life as a loner is hard enough without two kits pulling your tail day in and day out. Willow never really wanted kits. But damn him, Rex had convinced her that they were all that was missing in their life. And well, then he went and died, leaving her to raise troublesome James and too-timid-for-her-own-good Elizabeth.

Of course she got rid of them the first chance she got.

This chance came in the form of a ragtag bunch of so-called 'clan' cats. Willow pushed her kits on the journeying cats, fluttering and tittering that clan life was just the thing for her kits, that it would be much better than life as a loner. The clan cats were reluctant to take on kits who would add to the burden, but when the mother dropped them off in the middle of the night after, there was little they could do.

Elizabeth and her brother kept up best they could, absorbing clan life as a replacement for their negligent mother. Elizabeth took to it like a fish to water, latching onto the idea of StarClan with all her dear little life. James, however, was less than convinced about a life revolving around invisible cats in the sky.

At first, she was given no permanent mentor, and she, like her brother, floated from cat to cat, gaining the knowledge necessary to survival on the run. However, one cat in particular, Siskintail, commanded the majority of the she-cat's attention. It was through this tom that she learned much of what she knows now of StarClan. He took her under his wing and guided her as the clancats sought out a new home.

When the cats finally arrived at their destination and split into the four clans, there was only one option for the newly named 'Reedfoot': religious FogClan, where her unofficial mentor resided. Owlstar was quick to name him her official mentor, something which surprised neither of them. Reedpaw probably would have hung around the tom even if he hadn't been made her mentor.

She worked double-time to prove her worth, going on as many patrols and hunts as her leader would allow. All the while she prayed to StarClan, whenever she had spare time, to try and make up for lost time. And in the end StarClan rewarded her for her belief and hard work with her warrior's ceremony. The icing on the cake was that it happened before Otterpaw's who had, for all intents and purposes, faked his way through training, only acting the part of the attentive student.

Once she gained her warrior name, Reedfoot, she felt almost complete. She still worked hard afterward, but she relaxed a little and thought of other things besides work and StarClan. Namely...Kits. But as much as she wanted kits she had her job as a warrior to think about. She didn't want to leave FogClan short-pawed just because she wanted a family of her own...and of course, she didn't want to bring those kits into a world where their uncle would no doubt fill them with silly thoughts.

Of course, Otterclaw seemed to be an increasingly hard nut to crack as far as turning him into a valuable member of society went. Day by day he fell farther into the darkness as the tendrils of sin plunged deeper into his heart. Despite her patient prodding and numerous attempts to lead him along the right path, her brother remained obstinate. But though she considers leaving him behind, Reedfoot refused to let him go. She couldn't stand to see him fall beyond hope. And if by any chance, she couldn't save him alone, she would turn to others for help.

Which, in time, she did. But not even devote Rowanheart could change her brother...Especially when he started to hang out with Frostpaw.

But Frostpaw, it seemed, was not the problem.


Mistpelt, soon to be Miststar, informed her of the the true root of FogClan's sinners. The core from which all evil stemmed...It wasn't Frostpaw, Rowanheart's astonishingly stubborn apprentice, but someone much greater. Someone who had the power to thrust the entirety of FogClan from StarClan's light and into the darkness of sin and wretchedness...Owlstar. She might have panicked, had not Mistpelt told her also of her dream. A dream in which FogClan's savior was proclaimed and that hope for her clan was not lost. From that moment, Reedfoot vowed that she would follow Mistpelt. Follow her to a greater life for FogClan. A greater FogClan. Follow her to a time in which FogClan would become completely and utterly pure again...safe for her to raise kits in.

Year Two
Not long after Miststar rose to power, Reedfoot was named a council member. A motherly figure among the usually hard-pawed council, she seemed to temper what might seem to be a stark outlook on sinners. The she-cat was not very quick to turn to physical punishment, using a more gentle approach to turning sinners into proper FogClanners. Her brother however, was another matter entirely.

Reedfoot would not stand for taint in her family.