Post by immortes on May 12, 2021 9:54:15 GMT -6
Foxcreek
REDWOODCLAN
long-legged ginger tabby tom with golden eyes
warrior
cis-male | tomcat
12m
Appearance
Foxcreek lacks in the size that is so usually associated with the Redwoodclan cats, though this is partially because he was born outside of the clan. His build is slim and wiry, and his legs are long. In fact, he looks like he is a brightly colored Lichenclanner with his slender build than a burly Redwoodclanner. Thanks to his willowy physique, Foxcreek is a fast runner and though he has great stamina, he wouldn't last long in a fight. He would do better as a messenger than a brawler to be honest. His fur is neatly groomed at all times and doesn't descend far from its roots, making him seem even less physically imposing. All in all, he doesn't look like the warrior apprentice he is, but a medicine cat apprentice.
His facial features are indeed rather normal, though he does have a certain mix of features that make him look ... cute. He has a pert light pink nose and a rather un-pronounced muzzle. Foxcreek's face is a bit round - and a little above his cute nose is a pair of rather large eyes. Though he says that his eyes are golden, due to the faint patches of pale jade green, they take on an aquamarine hue in certain lightings. His face has the same golden/auburn tabby pattern as the rest of his pelt with the exception of his muzzle, which is white. The tabby M is formed by sharp dark orange streaks and takes up most of his forehead. Dark orange stripes cross from each side of his head, just stopping before they reach his eyes - giving him a funny impression of having whiskers.
Most of Foxcreek's body is a bright golden color regularly interspersed with auburn stripes. His fur is much darker and more vivid around his flank area while it becomes lighter around his chest and forelegs. His stripes follow the mackeral pattern; they cut vertically across his body like the stripes on a tiger. The fur along the front of his neck is very pale, nearly white, giving him the funny look of wearing a bib. The stripes on his face and legs are among the darkest on his body, taking on a dark russet or burnt umber hue as compared to the amber stripes on his flank and tail.
His facial features are indeed rather normal, though he does have a certain mix of features that make him look ... cute. He has a pert light pink nose and a rather un-pronounced muzzle. Foxcreek's face is a bit round - and a little above his cute nose is a pair of rather large eyes. Though he says that his eyes are golden, due to the faint patches of pale jade green, they take on an aquamarine hue in certain lightings. His face has the same golden/auburn tabby pattern as the rest of his pelt with the exception of his muzzle, which is white. The tabby M is formed by sharp dark orange streaks and takes up most of his forehead. Dark orange stripes cross from each side of his head, just stopping before they reach his eyes - giving him a funny impression of having whiskers.
Most of Foxcreek's body is a bright golden color regularly interspersed with auburn stripes. His fur is much darker and more vivid around his flank area while it becomes lighter around his chest and forelegs. His stripes follow the mackeral pattern; they cut vertically across his body like the stripes on a tiger. The fur along the front of his neck is very pale, nearly white, giving him the funny look of wearing a bib. The stripes on his face and legs are among the darkest on his body, taking on a dark russet or burnt umber hue as compared to the amber stripes on his flank and tail.
Personality
THOUGHTFUL & PATIENT
Foxcreek is not necessarily a bona fide philosopher, far from it actually, but it isn't hard to find him pondering something or another. The tom likes to think things over before he does them, and similarly, he can usually be found thinking over his words before he speaks them. This is yet again another trait that can usually be found in Lichenclan, where eloquence and manipulation are welcomed skills. But no. He has no intention of manipulation anyone; he just doesn't want to hurt anyone's feelings. Back in the rogue group where he grew up, just one word out of place could lead to drastic consequences. He's learned to watch what he said after seeing others suffer.
CARING & EMPATHETIC
Even though Foxcreek was seperated from his family early, he still retains many of the values they painstakingly drove into him. Caring for others was one of them. He has developed a subconscious habit of watching over his clanmates from a distance - especially kits and younger apprentices like himself. If he sees them hurt or struggling, he'll defend them in a heartbeat.
SKEPTICAL & PESSIMISTIC
Perhaps its due to his rogue years, or seeing how cats can be so greatly influenced by sways in power, the tom has become somewhat of a pessimist. He spent many years alone, and likes to think that he is capable of taking care of himself, and that he doesn't need the help of other cats in order to survive. Foxcreek does have a mistrustful streak at times; if he isn't close to someone, it can take a long time for him to open up. He can fake having a rather friendly demeanor if necessary, but internally, he remains remarkably closed off, only allowing the cats whom he has time-tested relationships to interact with him. Living as a rogue has also taught him to believe in only what he can see and what he can prove to be real. He's an agnostic toward Starclan, and while he's much too polite to openly scorn his clanmates, it'd take a while before he's convinced of these starry ancestors and their mystical ways. His pragmatic mind simply cannot wrap around the whole concept.
RESERVED & SECRETIVE
Foxcreek is a cat who tends to keep to his own internal matters to himself. Besides the fact that he has difficulty opening up, he doesn't think that other cats will understand what he has to say. He also prefers to be alone rather than in the company of others, relying on his own wits and mind rather than the assistance of many other cats. Foxcreek has no trouble keeping secrets from his own clanmates and even his own mentor should the necessity arise. Nevertheless, Foxcreek is not one to outright lie to other cats, rather, he omits part of the truth when he speaks - therefore making it more of like a fib or a white lie.
CLEVER & CUNNING
Much like his namesake - the fox - this tom's mind is sharp. Though he's not big on making mischief like some of the other apprentices, if he really wanted to, he could pull one heck of a prank off. Additionally, since he lacks in brawn, Foxcreek makes up for it in brain. When he fights, he fights smart. The fighting style he hopes to develop uses the weight of his (usually) heavier opponent against them. It helps that his smaller size usually makes him a lot faster than the average warrior, making it easier for him to outlast his opponent.
KIND / STRONG MORAL STANDARDS
Though Foxcreek is a solitary cat, when he does deal with other cats, his manner of speech is hardly offensive. His speech is warm and pleasant, which coupled with his youthful voice, makes it nice to listen to. This tom is less likely to chase you away with harsh words than to politely request you give him some space. Granted, his temper has a limit just like every other cat, but he tries his best to avoid blowing a fuse and reducing a cat to tears with his anger. Foxcreek strongly disagrees with the tyrannical, theocratical clan that is Lichenclan, and he wishes to grow stronger in his warrior years so that he can defend his clan just like his parents defended Foxcreek and his sister when he was a rogue.
CLINGY / POSSESSIVE
This one, you can't really blame Foxcreek for. Having lost most of his family at an early age, he tends to cling to whoever he sees as an ally like glue. Just being separated from them for even a few moments can cause him grave anxiety, and leaves him with a lashing tail and pinned back ears. Usually, he just requires a few vocal reassurances and/or touches to remind him that everything is going to be fine. To be frank, this makes him seem a lot more kit-like than an apprentice who is going to be a warrior in a few moons, and other cats tease him for it, but it'll take a bit to help him to kick out on his own. He can also be prone to becoming territorial and greedy when it comes to things that believes are his, be it fresh-kill, moss, or even his friends.
Foxcreek is not necessarily a bona fide philosopher, far from it actually, but it isn't hard to find him pondering something or another. The tom likes to think things over before he does them, and similarly, he can usually be found thinking over his words before he speaks them. This is yet again another trait that can usually be found in Lichenclan, where eloquence and manipulation are welcomed skills. But no. He has no intention of manipulation anyone; he just doesn't want to hurt anyone's feelings. Back in the rogue group where he grew up, just one word out of place could lead to drastic consequences. He's learned to watch what he said after seeing others suffer.
CARING & EMPATHETIC
Even though Foxcreek was seperated from his family early, he still retains many of the values they painstakingly drove into him. Caring for others was one of them. He has developed a subconscious habit of watching over his clanmates from a distance - especially kits and younger apprentices like himself. If he sees them hurt or struggling, he'll defend them in a heartbeat.
SKEPTICAL & PESSIMISTIC
Perhaps its due to his rogue years, or seeing how cats can be so greatly influenced by sways in power, the tom has become somewhat of a pessimist. He spent many years alone, and likes to think that he is capable of taking care of himself, and that he doesn't need the help of other cats in order to survive. Foxcreek does have a mistrustful streak at times; if he isn't close to someone, it can take a long time for him to open up. He can fake having a rather friendly demeanor if necessary, but internally, he remains remarkably closed off, only allowing the cats whom he has time-tested relationships to interact with him. Living as a rogue has also taught him to believe in only what he can see and what he can prove to be real. He's an agnostic toward Starclan, and while he's much too polite to openly scorn his clanmates, it'd take a while before he's convinced of these starry ancestors and their mystical ways. His pragmatic mind simply cannot wrap around the whole concept.
RESERVED & SECRETIVE
Foxcreek is a cat who tends to keep to his own internal matters to himself. Besides the fact that he has difficulty opening up, he doesn't think that other cats will understand what he has to say. He also prefers to be alone rather than in the company of others, relying on his own wits and mind rather than the assistance of many other cats. Foxcreek has no trouble keeping secrets from his own clanmates and even his own mentor should the necessity arise. Nevertheless, Foxcreek is not one to outright lie to other cats, rather, he omits part of the truth when he speaks - therefore making it more of like a fib or a white lie.
CLEVER & CUNNING
Much like his namesake - the fox - this tom's mind is sharp. Though he's not big on making mischief like some of the other apprentices, if he really wanted to, he could pull one heck of a prank off. Additionally, since he lacks in brawn, Foxcreek makes up for it in brain. When he fights, he fights smart. The fighting style he hopes to develop uses the weight of his (usually) heavier opponent against them. It helps that his smaller size usually makes him a lot faster than the average warrior, making it easier for him to outlast his opponent.
KIND / STRONG MORAL STANDARDS
Though Foxcreek is a solitary cat, when he does deal with other cats, his manner of speech is hardly offensive. His speech is warm and pleasant, which coupled with his youthful voice, makes it nice to listen to. This tom is less likely to chase you away with harsh words than to politely request you give him some space. Granted, his temper has a limit just like every other cat, but he tries his best to avoid blowing a fuse and reducing a cat to tears with his anger. Foxcreek strongly disagrees with the tyrannical, theocratical clan that is Lichenclan, and he wishes to grow stronger in his warrior years so that he can defend his clan just like his parents defended Foxcreek and his sister when he was a rogue.
CLINGY / POSSESSIVE
This one, you can't really blame Foxcreek for. Having lost most of his family at an early age, he tends to cling to whoever he sees as an ally like glue. Just being separated from them for even a few moments can cause him grave anxiety, and leaves him with a lashing tail and pinned back ears. Usually, he just requires a few vocal reassurances and/or touches to remind him that everything is going to be fine. To be frank, this makes him seem a lot more kit-like than an apprentice who is going to be a warrior in a few moons, and other cats tease him for it, but it'll take a bit to help him to kick out on his own. He can also be prone to becoming territorial and greedy when it comes to things that believes are his, be it fresh-kill, moss, or even his friends.
History
KITHOOD
Foxpaw claims that the events in his younger years has defined his way of life. As was probably obvious from his build, he is not a Redwoodclan cat by birth. He adopted their way of life from when he was accepted as an apprentice aged rogue. He was born as a rogue - the second-born in the litter with one older sister named Soleil. The tom was named Fox, for his parents wished to impart on him a sense of cleverness and independence, as well as a fitting name to put to the fire hued pelt. He wasn't born in the land of the three clans, but rather somewhere farther out, where the vegetation was darker and more dense. It was rather fitting, because the darkness of his former home wasn't as dark as the hearts of the cats who lived there. The rogues were consumed by greed and malice, the very image of savagery. All sorts of deplorable and contemptible acts took place. The rogue leader held court over these wicked cats like the tyrant he was. The rogues who weren't as vicious as their brethren lived in fear for their life, and that was the environment that Fox grew up in. His parents were among the cats that disagreed with the despicable nature of their fellow rogues - and tried to raise their children with honor and strong moral standards.
The older Fox grew, the more he saw of the unrest and abysmal moral code within the group of rogues with which he lived. The two kits were picked on by other cats their age, who saw their more passive nature as a weakness. Soleil fought back against their tormentors, and soon Fox began to stand up for himself as well. Their mother, Rain, warned them that the kits had to learn how to fend for themselves in the event that she and their father were not there. Often, that was what happened. The two kits were left with each other while their parents joined the other adults in the group. Fox wasn't sure what it was that so endeared his parents' activities to him, but he must have thought it rather grand. It wasn't until his fourth moon that his father, Pyre, officially revealed the term to his kits, that one damning term: rebellion. When Fox asked what that word meant, Pyre responded that it meant going against authority when they were doing something terribly wrong. When they were doing something that could endanger you and everything you cared about. He and his mother were rebels - something that could imply terrible consequences, but hopefully in the long run it would mean that the other cats in the group could live better.
Things changed and tragedy struck suddenly when he and his sister reached his fifth moon. Unwilling to let their kits grow up in such a brutal environment any longer, the young couple grabbed their kits in the middle of the night and made a break for it. They didn't know where they were going, only that the farther away they were, the less likely the rogues they were affiliated with would find them. Of course, things didn't go the way they planned. Three of the rogues caught up to them - and they drove Fox and his family toward a den containing a family of very hungry foxes. Morbidly fitting. The odds were most definitely not on the family's side - and realizing this, Rain dropped Fox and Soleil to the ground and ordered them to leave. Best they get at least the kits out than they all die together. The twins aren't sure what happened next, mostly because Soleil ordered Fox not to look behind him. Despite being already heavily injured, Rain managed to trick the rogues into the jaws of the vulpine beasts. She stayed awake long enough to see the foxes tear into the rogues with glee before she dropped next to her mate.
Fitting right? How the savage vulpines that Fox got his name from were the ones to set the family free. The twins ran and ran away from the blood and the screaming, though they were barely five moons old. The ginger tabby doesn't remember how it was that they arrived in the dwelling of the three clans, but it took days and weeks of travel, of aimless travel and living off the bounties of the land. The season had shifted to leafbare, and what a bad one it was. They were kits after all, ill suited to hunt or fend for themselves, and each day that they laid down, there was no guarantee they would see the next day. Just his luck, but a clan patrol happened to be passing by his den one day and decided to take him in right then and there. Little did he know, but that was the last time he'd ever see his sister, huddled in the snow, peacefully slumbering in the white winter snow.
APPRENTICEHOOD
Life was different in Redwood clan. For one, Fox got a new name - Foxkit and soon, Foxpaw as he was sworn in as an official apprentice. Surprisingly enough, the deputy stepped in as a mentor to him. To say that the ginger tabby tom was impressed by his mentor was a gross understatement. She seemed like a holy queen!
Foxpaw regards Lichenclan with the same distaste and anger with which he regarded the tyrannical rogues from his old group. As all kits when they are told one side of the story do, he believes they are in the wrong, and have no right to dictate how the clan runs their politics. He desires to get stronger - so that when lichenclan's warriors reach his home, he'll be ready to fight.
Because that is what his parents would have wanted for him. Their little rebel named Fox.
WARRIORHOOD
Foxpaw claims that the events in his younger years has defined his way of life. As was probably obvious from his build, he is not a Redwoodclan cat by birth. He adopted their way of life from when he was accepted as an apprentice aged rogue. He was born as a rogue - the second-born in the litter with one older sister named Soleil. The tom was named Fox, for his parents wished to impart on him a sense of cleverness and independence, as well as a fitting name to put to the fire hued pelt. He wasn't born in the land of the three clans, but rather somewhere farther out, where the vegetation was darker and more dense. It was rather fitting, because the darkness of his former home wasn't as dark as the hearts of the cats who lived there. The rogues were consumed by greed and malice, the very image of savagery. All sorts of deplorable and contemptible acts took place. The rogue leader held court over these wicked cats like the tyrant he was. The rogues who weren't as vicious as their brethren lived in fear for their life, and that was the environment that Fox grew up in. His parents were among the cats that disagreed with the despicable nature of their fellow rogues - and tried to raise their children with honor and strong moral standards.
The older Fox grew, the more he saw of the unrest and abysmal moral code within the group of rogues with which he lived. The two kits were picked on by other cats their age, who saw their more passive nature as a weakness. Soleil fought back against their tormentors, and soon Fox began to stand up for himself as well. Their mother, Rain, warned them that the kits had to learn how to fend for themselves in the event that she and their father were not there. Often, that was what happened. The two kits were left with each other while their parents joined the other adults in the group. Fox wasn't sure what it was that so endeared his parents' activities to him, but he must have thought it rather grand. It wasn't until his fourth moon that his father, Pyre, officially revealed the term to his kits, that one damning term: rebellion. When Fox asked what that word meant, Pyre responded that it meant going against authority when they were doing something terribly wrong. When they were doing something that could endanger you and everything you cared about. He and his mother were rebels - something that could imply terrible consequences, but hopefully in the long run it would mean that the other cats in the group could live better.
Things changed and tragedy struck suddenly when he and his sister reached his fifth moon. Unwilling to let their kits grow up in such a brutal environment any longer, the young couple grabbed their kits in the middle of the night and made a break for it. They didn't know where they were going, only that the farther away they were, the less likely the rogues they were affiliated with would find them. Of course, things didn't go the way they planned. Three of the rogues caught up to them - and they drove Fox and his family toward a den containing a family of very hungry foxes. Morbidly fitting. The odds were most definitely not on the family's side - and realizing this, Rain dropped Fox and Soleil to the ground and ordered them to leave. Best they get at least the kits out than they all die together. The twins aren't sure what happened next, mostly because Soleil ordered Fox not to look behind him. Despite being already heavily injured, Rain managed to trick the rogues into the jaws of the vulpine beasts. She stayed awake long enough to see the foxes tear into the rogues with glee before she dropped next to her mate.
Fitting right? How the savage vulpines that Fox got his name from were the ones to set the family free. The twins ran and ran away from the blood and the screaming, though they were barely five moons old. The ginger tabby doesn't remember how it was that they arrived in the dwelling of the three clans, but it took days and weeks of travel, of aimless travel and living off the bounties of the land. The season had shifted to leafbare, and what a bad one it was. They were kits after all, ill suited to hunt or fend for themselves, and each day that they laid down, there was no guarantee they would see the next day. Just his luck, but a clan patrol happened to be passing by his den one day and decided to take him in right then and there. Little did he know, but that was the last time he'd ever see his sister, huddled in the snow, peacefully slumbering in the white winter snow.
APPRENTICEHOOD
Life was different in Redwood clan. For one, Fox got a new name - Foxkit and soon, Foxpaw as he was sworn in as an official apprentice. Surprisingly enough, the deputy stepped in as a mentor to him. To say that the ginger tabby tom was impressed by his mentor was a gross understatement. She seemed like a holy queen!
Foxpaw regards Lichenclan with the same distaste and anger with which he regarded the tyrannical rogues from his old group. As all kits when they are told one side of the story do, he believes they are in the wrong, and have no right to dictate how the clan runs their politics. He desires to get stronger - so that when lichenclan's warriors reach his home, he'll be ready to fight.
Because that is what his parents would have wanted for him. Their little rebel named Fox.
WARRIORHOOD
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