Post by ambird on Jul 26, 2011 12:43:53 GMT -10
Name |
Gender | Tom
Age | 10 moons
Rank | Apprentice
Clan | Meadowclan
Beliefs | Starclan? Foxpaw wants to believe...but its difficult at times. Other Clans(need we say their names?) get crazed over wacked-up belief. While others are so firm on disbelief that it makes Foxpaw’s head spin. He doesn’t want to end up like either of those kind of cats. So, what does he believe? Foxpaw ignores them. He tells himself star-farting dead cats don’t exist. It just couldn’t be. When he does die, well, that’s when he’ll learn if he was right or wrong. Foxpaw could be taught as much as wanted to, but he was stubborn enough not to listen to what he thought was nonsense. Starry-spitting cats hadn't helped him escape from his father, so why should he believe in them?
Besides, he was too young to be thinking about death. He had his whole life in front of him! Live life to the fullest. What was fun, was faking belief, or disbelief. He learned from the best, of course. Pretending to be a hard-core non-believer in front of a Fogclanner? Priceless! They had this funny-looking constipated looking to them. Acting like Starclan is the one...the only! Also ensued to hilarity. Said cats he played this one on glared at him. If he got a reaction out of cats, that meant he'd been successful. What could he saying? Annoying the hell out of cats was a gift.
The Code....well, he tried to follow it as much as he could when it didn't mean not having fun. Which, was pretty often. Going gallivanting around with Shrewstorm, Elkstep and Hawkheart was too much fun. Who was he kidding? Foxpaw was(and he was quoting Cedarstar one this one) one of those miscreants who no matter how hard, just wouldn't listen. Trouble? That had his name written all over it. He was "spitting on the Warrior Code's good name" as that Fogclan she-cat had said. Pfft.
Overall, he believes they exist. But, he'd rather not like to say that. Having fun was more important than spending all his time being a Starclan obsessed freak. And making fun of non-believers and true believers gave him some sort of assurance that he could be noticed by Starclan. This is a bit skewered, but its how he rationalizes things.
Parents | Cougarclaw [father - NP] & Brindlestripe [mother - NP]
Siblings | Dawnkit [NP- deceased]
Other Kin | None.
Mate |
Crush | Not yet.
Kits |
Apprentice/Mentor | Not yet.
Appearance | Being the age he is, Foxpaw isn't some big tom cat. When he grows to full size, he'll be about the size of any other normal sized tom. He does, however, have the build to be a runner. Considering the landscape he lives in, this definitely won't be a bad thing. Makes it easier to get around, doesn't it? Plus, with all the shenanigans he finds himself to be doing, being a fast runner will help during a fast get-a-way. Am I right?
Anyways, Foxpaw eats more than two times his size everyday. Most would think that he's like this simply because he spends far too much of his tame with his old buddy, Shrewstorm. But, it actually isn't. One too many a warrior has had to scoff at him for trying to sneak another peace of prey because he was just that hungry. His mother would blame it on the fact his father had always forced him to wait until after Dawnkit had been fed(and yet who was the one who let him do that?). Either way, Foxpaw never seems to not be hungry. Maybe that tapeworm of Shrewstorm's is contagious?
His fur is probably the most notable thing about him at first glance. Sure, he's a short-hair. But in Leaf-Bare, his fur gets very thick. It may keep him warm, but once New-Leaf is over, its gets old, and fast. About the middle of New-Leaf, his thick flanks shed and he finds hair in his moss bedding for moons. Foxpaw's fur is a mostly ginger, with patches of white in there on his back. While his underbelly is pure white, up to his chin. Being a tabby, he has stripes running across both his flanks. He has short white whiskers, and bright green eyes.
Personality | Foxpaw is good cat at heart, but he just makes you want to eye-roll at his antics far too often. He finds them as just jokes, but we all know who he learned them from. Being the tom cat he is, he's stubborn enough to believe that how he acts is perfectly fine. Around others, he is pretty mild-mannered(but we all know that that won't last longer than a moon), but if other apprentices and him get into discussion about who's the best at what....Foxpaw has a swelled ego. Once more kits age, however, his pig-headedness may be brought down a few fox-tails. Last but not least, he's learning from the best on this one. Foxpaw will eventually have an...interest in those she-cats. Now, what Meadowclanner would possibly teach such behavior to a young tom like him? Please tell me you don't have to guess.
Stubborn & Smart
If he feels he's right, and can use his smarts to prove it, regardless if you think he could be wrong. This first prank a certain jokester ever pulled on him involved using this skill against him; fooling Foxpaw into thinking something so quizzical that he should have realized that Shrewstorm was fooling him. What had Shrewstorm tricked him into arguing him over? Which way the sunset. 'Oh, no, Foxpaw, I believe it really does set on the east'. He'd said this while smirking, seeing Foxpaw's honestly believe him. What kind of cat was Shrewstorm? Of course it set in the west! Was his head as empty as Foxpaw had originally thought? Once, he had figured out that, though, he felt differently about Shrewstorm. No, not angry, admiration. Why, you ask? A cat smarter than him(and probably more stubborn) had fooled him. He definitely gave Shrewstorm props for that.
Arrogant
Foxpaw has far too much self-confidence for his own good. If he's in the mood to say he's the most handsomest tom around, then he'll say it. Now, half the time he isn't right about any of what he says. But, does that really matter as long as he thinks he's the best thing to ever have been conceived in Meadowclan? Just let him live in his denial. It's this idea that gives him his warped sense of superiority. Meaning, he's majorly bull-headed and loves to be as snarkie as he can. If you say something he can think of a great one-liner back at, oh, he'll say it. There's no doubt of that. Now, knowing this, would he say something(he thinks, that doesn't mean the rest of would think is funny) 'hilarious'? And laugh at it if no one else did? We talking about the same cat here? You bet he would.
Lady-Charmer
Or, at least, that's what Foxpaw would like to call himself. This tom doesn't give up easily. So, what does that mean? You could catch him flirting with warriors and he wouldn't care because of his nature alone. If he sees a she-cat that catches his interest, he'll go head first at said cat and try to get on their good side. But, of course, he doesn't really have a thing for these cats, Foxpaw just likes to act like he does. Parting of the whole troll thing, ya dig? Shrewstorm taught him that one. It bugs the girls, and if they react, than that definitely means the plan worked. But, as he ages, who knows what havoc will ensue simply because Elkstep taught him how to woo the ladies. Or, what kind of scars he'll get because Foxpaw decided to hit on the wrong woman.
Basic overview of this tom: he's smart when he actually tries, and could make a great warrior. That is, if he doesn't take every little thing Shrewstorm says to heart. Which, he does quite frequently. Foxpaw is the biggest pig-headed apprentice that anyone's probably seen, and the sad part is he isn't ashamed of admitting he's stubborn. The truth's the truth, right? But, he'll ignore his flaws and still go badgering on about he could take on an entire patrol of enemy cats simply because(apparently) he's just that good. It's hard to decipher jokes from anything he actually means because most of what he says or does to cats is a big joke. That's actually how he views life, as one big never ending party that won't end because, well, who would want the party to ever end? One of these days, however, Foxpaw shall learn that life isn't a big joke, and is all too real at times.
Skills | From what you've heard so far, you've probably seen that Foxpaw is one fast cat. However, that speed comes at a price. What is this, you ask? Well, he runs and runs and runs, does he ever look where he's going? Nope. If he decides to ditch the patrol and run ahead, they can usually find him face-planted in the dirt because he tripped on a twig or something. This can annoy him at times, but normally he's too preoccupied thinking of where in the name of Starclan is the rest of the patrol. One track mind, as one would call it.
Water? Forget it. Foxpaw would rather attempt climbing(which he isn't the best at, either) and falling to his death than being in a few fox-tail lengths of water and dying because he couldn't move his paws. Talk about pathetic. Hunting is okay, his tracking isn't the problem, its his too high of anticipation to go and kill the prey, without thinking things through. Fighting? He loves proving his skill in this! With his light paws, he can usually be faster than an opponent, and use that to his advantage. But, like I said, he should think before he does things. So, he isn't always a brilliant fighter.
History | It was long after the Clans had settled into the new territory that Foxkit and Dawnkit were born into Meadowclan. Brindlefur, the mother, was proud of her kits, both of them being born in the middle of Leaf-Bare. Both had survived. Cougarclaw, however, wasn't as pleased. He had wanted a litter of she-cats. Not one and then some useless tom. His views were that she-cats were the most vital to a clan because they gave birth to new warriors. And what better way to start out with new kits in the Clan than bringing them more she-cats? So, he had been slightly dismayed at the fact Brindlefur had given birth to Foxkit.
What do you do with your tom kit? Expect him to be the best. Well, poor Foxkit couldn't be what Cougarclaw wanted him to be, as hard as he tried, his father was never pleased with anything he did. For a long time, Foxkit thought he was some sort of freak because he could never play with the moss ball the way that Dawnkit did, or he never was enough like Dawnkit. Well, Daddy's Little Girl wasn't as perfect as Cougarclaw had at first assumed. He had thought if either kit was to hit the bucket, it was to be Foxkit because he wasn't what Cougarclaw had wanted out of a son, if he ever were to have one.
Dawnkit had contracted greencough from the colder temperatures that Leaf-Bare. The two had been running around in some snow, and Foxkit guessed that they had been out there for far too long. He had been fine, but she had gotten sick. And, well, it went worse from there. She had to stay in the medicine cats den for sunrise upon sunrise. Cougarclaw feared for her life, which only made Brindlefur more anxious. If your mate is freaked, more than often enough, you will be as well. In the hustle and bustle of things, Foxkit melted into the background. He and Dawnkit were nearing the age to be made apprentices, and he no longer needed his mother's milk, so he let them spazz as much as they wanted. Until...Dawnkit passed on. Brindlefur was blinded by grief, and Cougarclaw acted like he had had no other child.
Oh, sure, Brindlefur stayed in the Nursery with him, but she wasn't the same. Foxkit had been sad, but he was beginning to get distressed about how his parents were reacting. Like Dawnkit had been the only kit they had ever had. Forget poor Foxkit, he could care less. But, he really didn't. So, what did he do to remind them he was still there? Be as troublesome as possible to get noticed. After all, if he became /someone's/ thorn in their side, his parent's would be informed and then they'd notice him, right? Unfortunately, he chose the wrong cat to start to bug. Shrewstorm. He wasn't one to punish, or rag on, thankfully, but he did love this wonderful word called revenge.
Which, Foxkit wasn't expecting in the slightest. Sure....he switched Shrewstorm's bedding with some moss-covered mouse bile, but no harm no foul, right? Wrong. He woke the next day, walked out of the nursery and as soon as his eyes saw sunlight, they were blinded by....cat rump?! What the?
"Hey there, Foxkit. Or, right your going to be made an apprentice today, am I right? Wroooooong. You'll stay under my rump, and shan't be made an apprentice. Instead, who knows, maybe you'll go on from kit to elder!" Shrewstorm meowed to him. For a good many heart-beats, Foxkit truly believed him. And, then Shrewstorm snickered.
"Huh....?"
"I'm kidding, go on, you don't want to miss, now do you?"
And from that day on, Foxpaw considered Shrewstorm to be the coolest cat around. Which, may explain why he's turned out the way he has.
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