Post by wren on Sept 7, 2019 23:29:28 GMT -6
FOXSHADE
THISTLECLAN
lithe ruddy she-cat with amber eyes
deputy
female
thirty-two moons
Appearance
Always an outsider looking in, tucked away in the darkness with the shadows as your friend. Foxshade's form follows along with the majority would dub as 'normal' among her clan. Born and bred of the white pines, the she-cat is small much like her vulpine counterpart, riddled with lithe muscles and scars hidden by what could be described as a 'plush' pelt. Sinewy, she is athletically built and moves with a confident prowl.
Harboring a coat of ruddy reds and murky brown, Fox's coloration can best be described as 'agouti' at best though muddled works just as well. The female's pelt puffs around her face, fur along the edges of her cheeks and maw taking on a cream-like saturation and highlighting a set of yellow-toned eyes. Head is a stream-lined triangular shape, with large erect ears at the top and a sharp arrangement of pearly whites set firmly within her skull.
Though her pelt is primarily made of reds and browns, the fur along the ridge of her spine darkens almost dramatically to a nearly pitch black color. The darker ticking can be seen easiest along her joints and creeps down her limbs engulfing even the pads of her paws. Some say that the rough and tumble she-cat's claws also carry the black-as-tar color, but none have ever been in the position to study them, as she is not well-known for unsheathing her favorite weaponry less she's putting them to use.
Harboring a coat of ruddy reds and murky brown, Fox's coloration can best be described as 'agouti' at best though muddled works just as well. The female's pelt puffs around her face, fur along the edges of her cheeks and maw taking on a cream-like saturation and highlighting a set of yellow-toned eyes. Head is a stream-lined triangular shape, with large erect ears at the top and a sharp arrangement of pearly whites set firmly within her skull.
Though her pelt is primarily made of reds and browns, the fur along the ridge of her spine darkens almost dramatically to a nearly pitch black color. The darker ticking can be seen easiest along her joints and creeps down her limbs engulfing even the pads of her paws. Some say that the rough and tumble she-cat's claws also carry the black-as-tar color, but none have ever been in the position to study them, as she is not well-known for unsheathing her favorite weaponry less she's putting them to use.
Personality
+ driven, adaptable, resourceful, charismatic
= ambitious, joker, honest, charming
- vindictive, arrogant, mischievous, prideful, sarcastic
As regal and mischievous as her namesake, the molly has a sharp mind and an equally sharp tongue. She holds herself with obvious pride in everything she does, though this can rather easily swell into arrogance. When she feels as though she is in the right there is very little that can dissuade Foxshade. A perfectionist to a fault, just 'fine' is simply not enough for the molly. Every technique, each endeavor must be completed with ease no matter how long such efforts may take. In this sense, Foxshade's drive is rather easy to see. She isn't the kind of feline that gives up in the face of adversity and whole-heartedly follows a strict regime of 'if you get knocked down, get the fuck back up'. When passionate about something, or even dispassionate but with a specific goal in mind, Fox will put her all into the task at paw. Even at the cost of her own safety and livelihood.
Like her namesake, the white pine warrior is remarkably adaptable. Her mind as quick as a hare with the ability to make split-second decisions at remarkable speeds despite the effectiveness of said actions varying as they do in most situations. Sarcasm is this gals best friend and her often scathing remarks know no bounds even in the face of her superiors. From the time she was a kit and on up, Foxshade has been unapologetic for her mouthy nature. She's not the kind of cat to give complements, and has been known to shrug her shoulders at apprentices before informing them that 'even a blind squirrel will find a nut eventually, nothin' here to preen and purr about'.
Above all else, Foxshade is a resourceful and ambitious feline. Thinking outside of the box is something she is constantly doing, enjoying the mental challenge and reaping the benefits that come with winning. She's not one to be told 'no' and as an apprentice was well-known to blatantly ignore her superiors in favor of proving them wrong. In this regard Foxshade is honest, brutally so. One can always expect the truth to spring forth from her lips and she's certainly not going to bother sparing anybody's feelings. As far as she's concerned, if you can't handle her mouth then you'd do better as a soft-bellied kit for the rest of your life 'cause you definitely wouldn't do well beneath her claws.
Though not as widely known as her penchant for dirty words and withering euphemisms, Foxshade can be downright vindictive at times. She's not above making it known through small displays of malicious intent when she is displeased with someone. Outsiders are treated as less-than, and it is no secret that Fox finds those not of Thistleclan utterly disdainful. The warrior can help keep the peace through charming words and charismatic smiles, but she would never go as far as to consider an outsider her 'friend'.
Among her own clan, Foxshade is known to be rough around the edges with a heart that means well for the most part. During apprenticeship she made a name for herself as a mischievous jokester and only her clanmates are privileged enough to witness a more lighthearted side of the wily girl. Her clan is her family, and despite all of her faults Fox would go to the ends of the world to protect them, her life considered next to nothing when compared to theirs.
= ambitious, joker, honest, charming
- vindictive, arrogant, mischievous, prideful, sarcastic
As regal and mischievous as her namesake, the molly has a sharp mind and an equally sharp tongue. She holds herself with obvious pride in everything she does, though this can rather easily swell into arrogance. When she feels as though she is in the right there is very little that can dissuade Foxshade. A perfectionist to a fault, just 'fine' is simply not enough for the molly. Every technique, each endeavor must be completed with ease no matter how long such efforts may take. In this sense, Foxshade's drive is rather easy to see. She isn't the kind of feline that gives up in the face of adversity and whole-heartedly follows a strict regime of 'if you get knocked down, get the fuck back up'. When passionate about something, or even dispassionate but with a specific goal in mind, Fox will put her all into the task at paw. Even at the cost of her own safety and livelihood.
Like her namesake, the white pine warrior is remarkably adaptable. Her mind as quick as a hare with the ability to make split-second decisions at remarkable speeds despite the effectiveness of said actions varying as they do in most situations. Sarcasm is this gals best friend and her often scathing remarks know no bounds even in the face of her superiors. From the time she was a kit and on up, Foxshade has been unapologetic for her mouthy nature. She's not the kind of cat to give complements, and has been known to shrug her shoulders at apprentices before informing them that 'even a blind squirrel will find a nut eventually, nothin' here to preen and purr about'.
Above all else, Foxshade is a resourceful and ambitious feline. Thinking outside of the box is something she is constantly doing, enjoying the mental challenge and reaping the benefits that come with winning. She's not one to be told 'no' and as an apprentice was well-known to blatantly ignore her superiors in favor of proving them wrong. In this regard Foxshade is honest, brutally so. One can always expect the truth to spring forth from her lips and she's certainly not going to bother sparing anybody's feelings. As far as she's concerned, if you can't handle her mouth then you'd do better as a soft-bellied kit for the rest of your life 'cause you definitely wouldn't do well beneath her claws.
Though not as widely known as her penchant for dirty words and withering euphemisms, Foxshade can be downright vindictive at times. She's not above making it known through small displays of malicious intent when she is displeased with someone. Outsiders are treated as less-than, and it is no secret that Fox finds those not of Thistleclan utterly disdainful. The warrior can help keep the peace through charming words and charismatic smiles, but she would never go as far as to consider an outsider her 'friend'.
Among her own clan, Foxshade is known to be rough around the edges with a heart that means well for the most part. During apprenticeship she made a name for herself as a mischievous jokester and only her clanmates are privileged enough to witness a more lighthearted side of the wily girl. Her clan is her family, and despite all of her faults Fox would go to the ends of the world to protect them, her life considered next to nothing when compared to theirs.
History
mother. cedarflame. adoptable.
father. adderstrike. deceased.
sister. tawnyfire. adoptable.
brother. mintnose. adoptable.
half-sister. briarpaw. deceased.
half-sister. screechpaw. adoptable.
half-brother. adderpaw. adoptable.
former apprentice. condorgaze. adoptable.
The announcement of Cedarflame's pregnancy was no surprise to her clan, the she-cat was a precocious go-getter and had been openly vying for the older Adderstrike's affection for countless moons. The tom had initially denied her advances, citing that he was too old and that she would be happier with a tom her own age. Even so, Adder eventually gave in the to female, enamored by her infectious laugh and fiery personality. As young as she was, Adder's more advanced age didn't hinder their ability to conceive and they were soon welcoming the arrival of their first - and only - litter.
Birdsong and sweet smells, a dusky voice and soft fur. Your mother's belly is warm and safe. You squabble with your siblings to get nourishment, content to shove them out of the way in order to take what you need to survive. Look at her, Adder, so ferocious already. As sly as a fox. They name you after the wily creature, your matching fur and tail only serving to further their decision. There is no theme to the naming of your siblings, one a brown tabby girl they name Tawnykit and the other a diminutive boy they christen as Mintkit.
You are mischievous from the get-go. As soon as your paws are steady beneath your small body you're raring to go. More often than not you find yourself sneaking out of the nursery, enamored by the grown cats and their daily duties. You want nothing more than to be free to explore the world around you, and it rankles your fur when Cedarflame pulls you back to the nursery by your scruff.
Addertail is amused by your antics that remind him of himself at your age and he takes pity on your adventurous spirit. He is sure to remind you that exiting the camp boundaries alone is frowned upon, but tells you that it can be your own sort of ritual to go exploring with him after his duties are complete. You quickly become a daddy's girl, looking up to your father in all aspects and wanting nothing more than to be a strong dedicated warrior just like him when you get bigger.
Your apprenticeship is fast approaching and on the much anticipated day you are handed over to a tom by the name of Silverbreeze. It's quite clear that you rely more on brute strength you simply don't have enough of to overpower your opponents. When it comes to certain apprentices, ones who are smaller and sometimes with obvious ailments, winning is easy. But Tawnypaw is bigger than you are, graced with your father's build and she is quick to shove your face in the dirt.
Though you are the loser more times than not when paired with cats stronger than yourself, you can't help but pick fights with them. Eventually you feel like something has got to give, that maybe they will slip up and you can be the victor. Yet you continue to be in the dirt despite your best efforts, battered and bruised, your smaller form tossed aside violently for within your clan weakness is not favored. Seeing you struggle, Silverbreeze takes your training in another direction. You can't always rely on your body to be strong, sometimes your mind has to be stronger in order to survive. His words resonate someplace deep within your soul and you begin the initial steps to a keener, more tactile battle-style.
Much to your mentor's consternation you continue to pick fights with your fellow apprentices. Mostly the skirmishes are with older, larger apprentices that think you are a pushover due to your silent observant nature. They quickly learn that you will stand up for yourself and despite your rivalry with Tawnypaw the two of you have teamed up against bullies more than once.
The end of your apprenticeship is bittersweet. You've learned so much over the moons and part of you feels like the learning will never truly stop. You are named Foxshade for your determined, reserved nature and skill at subterfuge. Things between your parents take a turn for the worst when Cedarflame announces that she is pregnant once again. Upon congratulations your father admits to you that the kits are not his own, and you find yourself quietly resenting your mother. Adderstrike requests that you don't make the knowledge known, and you follow the elderly tom's wishes. You don't want to be the reason your family is torn apart.
You've always been closer to your father than your mother, and it's nothing out of the usual that you don't seek out one-on-one time with the female that brought you into the world. While your siblings viewed your father as unwavering and rigid, you knew the softer side of the old-fashioned tom and so you take it extremely hard when he passes three moons later in his sleep. Cedarflame seems to take the news hard as well, and for a moment you feel a twinge of sympathy for your mother at the loss of her mate. Yet, when the female wails about how her kits will enter the world without their father all sympathy is lost. They weren't even his.
The birth of your new half-siblings is a happy event for three members of your family. Though you go visit them with your sister and brother you can't help but feel disdain for them. Your mother cheated on your father and thanks to their coloration she is easily able to pass the kits off as his own with no repercussions for her actions. You force yourself to smile though, before going back to business as usual.
You find a niche as a steadfast warrior, completing tasks as they are given to you despite your penchant for openly questioning authority. While you've learned how to better hold your tongue over the many moons you have an avid interest in clan politics and staunch opinions about how things should be.
At twenty-four moons you are given your first apprentice in the form of a tom called Condorpaw. You take great care in training him, desperately wanting to prove that she can successfully instill in him the white pine's clan values as well as a sense of independence. He is quick to become a keen fighter and tracker, his nose and observational skills becoming well-known throughout the clan. When his training comes to an end he is given the name Condorgaze and you can't help but be filled with pride at the successful warrior he has become.
Froststar's death doesn't come as much of a surprise. While wise, the tom was advanced in moons and sooner or later his flame was bound to extinguish. The rough leaf-bare that took him was not fickle in regards to who she took with her. You stood silent vigils over far too many cold bodies including that of one of your younger half-siblings, Briarpaw.
Being announced as the newly named Thievingstar's deputy comes as somewhat of a shock. Though you made your ambitions known to your close friends you hadn't expected to be chosen over some of the elder, more experienced warriors. Even so, you accept this new path with grace and poise, eager to provide for your clan in a newer better way. Two moons have passed since your rise to power and the restlessness between the cats of the redwoods and sea caves is intriguing to say the least. Though you don't particularly care of any clan slightest possibility of war has you pushing your warriors harder than before. Though the other clans issues aren't any of your business, war has a way of effecting even those not directly involved, and you find yourself curious of what the next moons will bring.
father. adderstrike. deceased.
sister. tawnyfire. adoptable.
brother. mintnose. adoptable.
half-sister. briarpaw. deceased.
half-sister. screechpaw. adoptable.
half-brother. adderpaw. adoptable.
former apprentice. condorgaze. adoptable.
The announcement of Cedarflame's pregnancy was no surprise to her clan, the she-cat was a precocious go-getter and had been openly vying for the older Adderstrike's affection for countless moons. The tom had initially denied her advances, citing that he was too old and that she would be happier with a tom her own age. Even so, Adder eventually gave in the to female, enamored by her infectious laugh and fiery personality. As young as she was, Adder's more advanced age didn't hinder their ability to conceive and they were soon welcoming the arrival of their first - and only - litter.
Birdsong and sweet smells, a dusky voice and soft fur. Your mother's belly is warm and safe. You squabble with your siblings to get nourishment, content to shove them out of the way in order to take what you need to survive. Look at her, Adder, so ferocious already. As sly as a fox. They name you after the wily creature, your matching fur and tail only serving to further their decision. There is no theme to the naming of your siblings, one a brown tabby girl they name Tawnykit and the other a diminutive boy they christen as Mintkit.
You are mischievous from the get-go. As soon as your paws are steady beneath your small body you're raring to go. More often than not you find yourself sneaking out of the nursery, enamored by the grown cats and their daily duties. You want nothing more than to be free to explore the world around you, and it rankles your fur when Cedarflame pulls you back to the nursery by your scruff.
Addertail is amused by your antics that remind him of himself at your age and he takes pity on your adventurous spirit. He is sure to remind you that exiting the camp boundaries alone is frowned upon, but tells you that it can be your own sort of ritual to go exploring with him after his duties are complete. You quickly become a daddy's girl, looking up to your father in all aspects and wanting nothing more than to be a strong dedicated warrior just like him when you get bigger.
Your apprenticeship is fast approaching and on the much anticipated day you are handed over to a tom by the name of Silverbreeze. It's quite clear that you rely more on brute strength you simply don't have enough of to overpower your opponents. When it comes to certain apprentices, ones who are smaller and sometimes with obvious ailments, winning is easy. But Tawnypaw is bigger than you are, graced with your father's build and she is quick to shove your face in the dirt.
Though you are the loser more times than not when paired with cats stronger than yourself, you can't help but pick fights with them. Eventually you feel like something has got to give, that maybe they will slip up and you can be the victor. Yet you continue to be in the dirt despite your best efforts, battered and bruised, your smaller form tossed aside violently for within your clan weakness is not favored. Seeing you struggle, Silverbreeze takes your training in another direction. You can't always rely on your body to be strong, sometimes your mind has to be stronger in order to survive. His words resonate someplace deep within your soul and you begin the initial steps to a keener, more tactile battle-style.
Much to your mentor's consternation you continue to pick fights with your fellow apprentices. Mostly the skirmishes are with older, larger apprentices that think you are a pushover due to your silent observant nature. They quickly learn that you will stand up for yourself and despite your rivalry with Tawnypaw the two of you have teamed up against bullies more than once.
The end of your apprenticeship is bittersweet. You've learned so much over the moons and part of you feels like the learning will never truly stop. You are named Foxshade for your determined, reserved nature and skill at subterfuge. Things between your parents take a turn for the worst when Cedarflame announces that she is pregnant once again. Upon congratulations your father admits to you that the kits are not his own, and you find yourself quietly resenting your mother. Adderstrike requests that you don't make the knowledge known, and you follow the elderly tom's wishes. You don't want to be the reason your family is torn apart.
You've always been closer to your father than your mother, and it's nothing out of the usual that you don't seek out one-on-one time with the female that brought you into the world. While your siblings viewed your father as unwavering and rigid, you knew the softer side of the old-fashioned tom and so you take it extremely hard when he passes three moons later in his sleep. Cedarflame seems to take the news hard as well, and for a moment you feel a twinge of sympathy for your mother at the loss of her mate. Yet, when the female wails about how her kits will enter the world without their father all sympathy is lost. They weren't even his.
The birth of your new half-siblings is a happy event for three members of your family. Though you go visit them with your sister and brother you can't help but feel disdain for them. Your mother cheated on your father and thanks to their coloration she is easily able to pass the kits off as his own with no repercussions for her actions. You force yourself to smile though, before going back to business as usual.
You find a niche as a steadfast warrior, completing tasks as they are given to you despite your penchant for openly questioning authority. While you've learned how to better hold your tongue over the many moons you have an avid interest in clan politics and staunch opinions about how things should be.
At twenty-four moons you are given your first apprentice in the form of a tom called Condorpaw. You take great care in training him, desperately wanting to prove that she can successfully instill in him the white pine's clan values as well as a sense of independence. He is quick to become a keen fighter and tracker, his nose and observational skills becoming well-known throughout the clan. When his training comes to an end he is given the name Condorgaze and you can't help but be filled with pride at the successful warrior he has become.
Froststar's death doesn't come as much of a surprise. While wise, the tom was advanced in moons and sooner or later his flame was bound to extinguish. The rough leaf-bare that took him was not fickle in regards to who she took with her. You stood silent vigils over far too many cold bodies including that of one of your younger half-siblings, Briarpaw.
Being announced as the newly named Thievingstar's deputy comes as somewhat of a shock. Though you made your ambitions known to your close friends you hadn't expected to be chosen over some of the elder, more experienced warriors. Even so, you accept this new path with grace and poise, eager to provide for your clan in a newer better way. Two moons have passed since your rise to power and the restlessness between the cats of the redwoods and sea caves is intriguing to say the least. Though you don't particularly care of any clan slightest possibility of war has you pushing your warriors harder than before. Though the other clans issues aren't any of your business, war has a way of effecting even those not directly involved, and you find yourself curious of what the next moons will bring.
