Post by < Bluestarintears > on Nov 3, 2006 23:30:30 GMT -5
Name: Foxfang
Age: 16 moons
Gender: tom
Clan: MorningClan
Rank: warrior
Physical Description: He has a rather odd appearance, similar to a fox. His pelt is a very attractive and bright red, and is short. The tom also has a long figure like his sister, though is tall as well, and his face is more normal shaped than long. He has black tipped ears, and a black tipped tail. His teeth are longer than normal, and very sharp. Foxfang's eyes are a piercing bright blue, like a firespindel blue.
Personality: Foxfang is more sociable than his sister, but often and usually hangs around her . He isn't very fond of kits, and he can brook apprentices well enough. When speaking, the tom's voice sounds somewhat nefarious and dark, though he is no way that in personality. He can be pretty friendly to anyone who doesn't do something against his beliefs, the warrior code, or to hurt his sister. In fact, Foxfang is VERY protective of his sister, and hardly let's anyone get around her, and if someone would hurt her...well, they'd get it. He is a fierce opponent in battle, and is both strong and fast. Every once and awhile there can be a problem, with his front left leg from a previous injury, though hardly ever is a factor.
History: Foxfang was born into the clan during a harsh green leaf, during a drought. His mother could barely manage to manage her own well being along with his brother and sister. Even with all attempts, his brother, Sandkit, had died when they were two moons old. Later, around two moons later, there was a terrible storm that stopped the drought, but then caused floods. In the floods his father was killed, trying to get up a tree after he had made sure they were safely up. Apprenticed with his sister in leaf bare, even then their mother wanted to make sure they would grow to be warriors, and often would give up her share of food for the two. This, however, proved to be a poor choice, as she died of hunger. Foxfang, then Foxpaw, was rather upset to have lost nearly all of his family, and this probably what made him so close and protective of his sister. He's always been a bit distant, though is now a warrior.
Other: Chance he might want a mate, if he can find the right one. Has a sister, Owltail.
IC Post: ---MOONS BEFORE---
Foxpaw sat in the apprentice's den, looking down at his red paws. The tom's bright blue eyes seemed to have dulled. Looking out to the snow covered ground, he wondered where his sister was. She had to be around, there was no way she was out doing things. But maybe she was. Perhaps he was just acting like a kit about this, and should have been acting more mature. But...it was a big thing. All he had now was Owlpaw. Sighing, the red tom flexed his claws into the dirt.
Not too much later, his red colored head looking over to the entrance. A smaller dusky brown she-cat came walking in, and over to him. Her pale blue eyes were filled with nothing; her expression was crestfallen. "You okay?" she asked quietly, pressing against her brother's side.
Nodding, Foxpaw said, "Yeah, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be? It's nothing big, we still need to go on with our lives." But it's my fault, my life that was saved instead of her. She should have lived, I would have been fine. "You should just tell me I'm acting like a kit, I know I am. Like a small scared, little kit."
"No, you're not. Don't be like that Foxpaw. I'm acting just like you are, and it's not nothing. She's dead, and she's gone because she cared for us so much." Nuzzling her brother, Owlpaw said, "You just need to understand, everything will be fine. We still have each other, even if everyone else is gone. We'll always have each other, because I won't let anything get to you."
"You're right Owlpaw, we will always have each other. Because I'm never going to let anything or anyone hurt you, not the least bit. I'm not going to lose you too." he said, licking her cheek. Yes, the young tom meant what he said. He would never let anything get to Owlpaw, and if she was ever hurt...whoever it was that had done it would pay.
Age: 16 moons
Gender: tom
Clan: MorningClan
Rank: warrior
Physical Description: He has a rather odd appearance, similar to a fox. His pelt is a very attractive and bright red, and is short. The tom also has a long figure like his sister, though is tall as well, and his face is more normal shaped than long. He has black tipped ears, and a black tipped tail. His teeth are longer than normal, and very sharp. Foxfang's eyes are a piercing bright blue, like a firespindel blue.
Personality: Foxfang is more sociable than his sister, but often and usually hangs around her . He isn't very fond of kits, and he can brook apprentices well enough. When speaking, the tom's voice sounds somewhat nefarious and dark, though he is no way that in personality. He can be pretty friendly to anyone who doesn't do something against his beliefs, the warrior code, or to hurt his sister. In fact, Foxfang is VERY protective of his sister, and hardly let's anyone get around her, and if someone would hurt her...well, they'd get it. He is a fierce opponent in battle, and is both strong and fast. Every once and awhile there can be a problem, with his front left leg from a previous injury, though hardly ever is a factor.
History: Foxfang was born into the clan during a harsh green leaf, during a drought. His mother could barely manage to manage her own well being along with his brother and sister. Even with all attempts, his brother, Sandkit, had died when they were two moons old. Later, around two moons later, there was a terrible storm that stopped the drought, but then caused floods. In the floods his father was killed, trying to get up a tree after he had made sure they were safely up. Apprenticed with his sister in leaf bare, even then their mother wanted to make sure they would grow to be warriors, and often would give up her share of food for the two. This, however, proved to be a poor choice, as she died of hunger. Foxfang, then Foxpaw, was rather upset to have lost nearly all of his family, and this probably what made him so close and protective of his sister. He's always been a bit distant, though is now a warrior.
Other: Chance he might want a mate, if he can find the right one. Has a sister, Owltail.
IC Post: ---MOONS BEFORE---
Foxpaw sat in the apprentice's den, looking down at his red paws. The tom's bright blue eyes seemed to have dulled. Looking out to the snow covered ground, he wondered where his sister was. She had to be around, there was no way she was out doing things. But maybe she was. Perhaps he was just acting like a kit about this, and should have been acting more mature. But...it was a big thing. All he had now was Owlpaw. Sighing, the red tom flexed his claws into the dirt.
Not too much later, his red colored head looking over to the entrance. A smaller dusky brown she-cat came walking in, and over to him. Her pale blue eyes were filled with nothing; her expression was crestfallen. "You okay?" she asked quietly, pressing against her brother's side.
Nodding, Foxpaw said, "Yeah, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be? It's nothing big, we still need to go on with our lives." But it's my fault, my life that was saved instead of her. She should have lived, I would have been fine. "You should just tell me I'm acting like a kit, I know I am. Like a small scared, little kit."
"No, you're not. Don't be like that Foxpaw. I'm acting just like you are, and it's not nothing. She's dead, and she's gone because she cared for us so much." Nuzzling her brother, Owlpaw said, "You just need to understand, everything will be fine. We still have each other, even if everyone else is gone. We'll always have each other, because I won't let anything get to you."
"You're right Owlpaw, we will always have each other. Because I'm never going to let anything or anyone hurt you, not the least bit. I'm not going to lose you too." he said, licking her cheek. Yes, the young tom meant what he said. He would never let anything get to Owlpaw, and if she was ever hurt...whoever it was that had done it would pay.