Foxtail carried by wind

Tribe of Floating Stones

small ginger she-cat with amber eyes

Foxtail is on the smaller side. She’s short, small and lithe with a build closer to her mother than her father. She’s still got a bit of fat on her cheeks and body from being a kit.

Her fur is a bright ginger that can be almost blinding at times. She doesn’t have long fur, but it’s thick and plush, billowing out on her cheeks, her toe-pads and tail. Her tabby stripes are the most distinct on her forehead and along her legs. The rest of her fur is too messy and thick, so it hides most of her stripes. Foxtail always seems to have something in her pelt. Random sticks and leaves get caught in her fur. Her signature feature is a long, feathery tail that fluffs up like a foxtail.

Foxtail has a large, rounded face with wide eyes. She has a young, innocent air about her. Every single thought in her little head is conveyed through exaggerated expressions. Her eyes are a bright amber.

Foxtail is a bundle of sunshine and happiness. She’s never had to face hardship thanks to her mother’s sheltering. Foxtail loves to play and bring joy to those around her. She’ll do whatever it takes to get someone to smile.

Foxtail is creative. She’s got a vivid imagination and often spent her time as a kit making up new games and imaginary friends. When describing something, Foxtail will exaggerate facts and add in extra details to give it the flair she’s craving.

Foxtail is naive. She doesn’t understand tribe politics and just assumes everyone can get along. She can be easily persuaded one way or another with the simplest of arguments.

Foxtail is not very smart. She’s a bit of an airhead with her head in the clouds. She’ll get distracted easily and has a hard time picking up on critical thinking or strategic planning.

When Foxtail Carried by Wind is born, she only has her mother and great-great uncle. Her father is unknown to her. Her mother as a pregnant prey-hunter would be well fed and cared for. But not him. Punished under Sumac’s rule, her father Martin was not allowed to take from the fresh-kill pile. Instead, he’s forced to hunt hungry and take risks. Martin makes a dangerous journey to find food and drowns. Moon is left to raise their daughter without him. Her only aid was Ridge Where Eagle Roosts, her great uncle. When she was born, Sumac described a single foxtail drifting gently through the air. Foxtail Carried by Wind would be her name. 

As a young kit, Foxtail was sheltered from the politics of the clan and was rarely let out to interact with the rest of the tribe. There were few cats her age anyways. She played alone in their family's den. But she wasn’t lonely. Foxtail had her imaginary friends to play with. She’d spend hours playing pretend with herself, and when asked she would describe in vivid detail the setting of her performance. And in the darkest of days, she was the light for her family. The motivation they needed to push on.

At two moons old, Fog makes his return. He takes his rightful place as Teller. Foxtail is blind to her mother’s resentment of him, and continues to play her games. One day she asks her mom where Sumac went, and the question is brushed aside. Moon is just as anxious and smothering as always, but Foxtail doesn’t mind. Not long after Fog’s return, her grandmother Sky and her aunt Star rejoin the tribe. Foxtail had only heard stories of the two of them and is overjoyed to get to know them.


Foxtail starts her training as a to-be. She’s overwhelmed by all the things to do. Hunting and fighting! It’s all so exciting and she’s yet to realize she’ll need to choose one or the other eventually. And at some point, she'll need to face the divide in the tribe. Moon can't protect her forever