Foxclaw || ThunderClan

[ƒoxclaw]

Name: Foxclaw
Clan: ThunderClan
Age: 19 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Desired Position: Warrior
Short Description: A small white, tan, and black calico.
Appearance:

The base coat is white and short, showing her movements easily. On the bright pelt are patches of tan and black, making her have a slighly splashed look. Her eyes are a soft brown, wide and intelligent. Upon her head are focused ears, able to pick up the slightest sounds, yet trained to hone in on the minute vibrations caused by movement. Her body is petite, and her tail is long and bushes at the end, making her look a bit scruffy.

Though her body is small and thus, weaker than most, she's light on her feet and able to move with lithe steps. Being a natually fast cat, her legs seem and thin. She rellys on her speed, since she's not the best fighter in close combat, making her a good spy or 'hit and run' artist.

Personality:

Cunning and soft spoken, Foxclaw rarely speaks above a whisper; even when invoked. Her lack in power doesn't stop her mind from proving to the Clan of her worth. With a brillient intellect and sharp senses, Foxclaw isn't one to be taken lightly. However, she's normally a peaceful cat, unlike many other Warriors whom live on the thrill of the hunt and driving away their rivals. The she-cat takes enjoyment in acting as a mediator and friend to those around her.

However, away from her Clan, Foxclaw's personality shifts. Turning silent and stealthy, she mistrusts all outsiders she comes across. If found by another Clan, her senses peak to their fullest. Silence is her amo, but intelligence is her weapon. Forever loyal to her leader, she will never betray her Clan. Even to the cost of death. She's not afraid to die for the ThunderClan, if StarClan has called her to do so.

She hopes one day to be a mentor for a young apprentace, since she's always held a liking for kittens. One day, she hopes to mother her own litter, and watch them grow and learn. She's not keen on finding her own mate, since she can be shy about such matters as breeding. Though she dreams of the day she catches a toms eye. An honor to help her Clan grow.

History:

(I'll try my best at getting this right.)

KiTTEN
Foxkit earned her name for her bright eyes and boundless energy. Once she could walk and explore away from her mother, she couldn't stop herself from racing around the camp until her legs gave out; or she was stopped by an angered adult. She was born the only kitten in her litter; the others were still. This gave her more freedoms than those who had siblings to watch over. From day one, her mind has been focused on everything around her, and her body has moved with a steady grace all her own. Her large ears never seemed to miss anything. Quite an amusement to the Elders, as her games frequently took her to their place in the camp where she'd sit by them or pounce on their tails until a Queen hurried over to carry her away.

APPRENTiCESHiP
Foxpaw was given a strong mentor, though not all physically. Seen for her speed and agility, she was assigned to a Tom who matched her in her abilities. He showed her how to track and pounce, to stalk her target in complete silence, and finally, to blend into her surroundings with a flick of her tail. She wasn't a fast learner, despite her natural graces, and caused her mentor days of repeating the same lessons until the tom snapped at her and foced the lessons onward.

WARRiOR
Foxclaw is a young Warrior, with much she still must learn. Without her mentor, she strives to make the best of her life. Willing to give it up for her Clan and Wingedstar, Foxclaw remains ever ready to be used as needed. Whether spy, scout, hunter, or head-on in combat; she's prepared. While some Warriors dream of Deputy or even Leader, the Warrior prefers her life of the follower.

IC:

The scurry of a mouse alerted the she-cat to the ever-present company that she shared in the wood around the camp. Turning an eye toward the sound, she kept her post in difiance to her hunger. The thought flashed through her mind in which Wingedstar found out that she had allowed a mouse to run free instead of pouncing and providing just a bit more Fresh-Kill for the Clan. The punishment could be severe, but her orders were clear. She was on scouting duty. Just as a precaution, she thought up a quick explanation for her actions incase she were found out. Just to be safe. Nothing like sleeping away from the warmth of her friends with an empty stomach.

With a sigh, the nimble cat launched forward through the undergrowth. Her lithe movements barely made a sound as Foxclaw rounded an old willow who's roots were lifted from the ground as if StarClan themselves had taken it's branches in their teeth and tugged it upward until it was pulled from the ground. At the thought of StarClan, the petite Warrior smiled inwardly.

Finally, her pawsteps had brought her to where she was most needed. The trees cleared and her patches shone in the sun as she was temporarily exposed to the light. Ducking back under cover, she peered out across the odd pathway. Once satisifed, she pushed forward. Her paws reacted uncomfortably upon the mid-day's heat off the strange black rock. This was one of ThunderClan's many boundaries. As her paws daintily pressed with just the right pressure to allieviate the feeling of heat, the she-cat marched on.

[[White n' Nerdeh]]

Status: Accepted
Notes: ^^