Post by Silver on May 4, 2017 18:44:30 GMT -5
Name: Foxfern => Foxstar
Age: 52 moons
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: NightClan
Rank: Senior Warrior/Leader
Picture:
Description: A pretty red and black long furred cat with bright amber eyes.
Description Summary: Foxfern is a striking looking she-cat. Her long fur is mostly red with several patches of black scattered throughout at the edge of her fluffy tail and on the top of her head and the middle of her side. Her eyes - which are always focused on her goal - are a bright shade of amber. She has a patch of white on her mouth and then down under her chin. She moves with a smooth gait and a sort of confidence that's common in most Warriors. When she moves, it's easy to see the easy play of muscles beneath her fur, belying the strength hidden inside her lithe frame. She also holds old scars on her back and side from a run-in with Demon when she was still an Apprentice. In the colder seasons her old wounds cause Foxfern to have a slight limp to her step on one of her back legs, but she tries to hide it most of the time.
Personality: Foxfern is a strong willed and confident she-cat. She listens and observes before deciding what action to take. She'll stand by her choices even if they're unpopular with others, but she is always willing to try and see things from the point of view of those around her. She isn't afraid to get her claws dirty fighting and will defend her clan with everything in her. On the downside though she's not had a good experience with the toms. This has made her less open about letting others close to her heart when it comes to love. She longs to find a partner in life, but at the same time she's afraid of history repeating itself. Because of what happened to her early in life, Foxfern has developed a very firm opinion on loners. They are not tolerated anywhere near the borders of NightClan and if she catches them when out patrolling they meet the business end of her sharp claws and fangs.
History:
[Kit Years] Born into a litter of three to a pair of Warriors, Foxkit began her life with a bang. Her two littermates both turned out dark brown and black in coloration but Foxkit surprised her parents by ending up looking nothing like either of them. Instead, she favored the elderly Foxclaw who had recently passed away. Her parents were surprised, yes, but the tom was related to them so they took it in stride. In honor of the elderly Warrior, they named their young kitten Foxkit for her vibrant red fur and fluffy tail. From the beginning she was different from her siblings. She was more active and inquisitive about the world around her and it took both her parents and several of the other queens just to keep an eye on her ever wandering nature. She wanted to learn everything there was to learn about the world around her, and more than anything she wanted to get out there and defend the clan just like her parents did.
She was a wily kit, constantly going and doing and asking a million questions to anyone that would listen even as they carried her back to the nursery each time she tried to escape to see the world for herself. She just couldn't sit still; all full of energy and completely without fear towards the unknown. Her favorite place to escape to was a small field of clovers that she found growing near the nursery during one of her many escape attempts. It was her place to just romp with any that would indulge her and practice her growing skills against any unlucky enough to pass her by. It was much to the relief of her parents and littermates when finally the time came for Foxkit to become an Apprentice; if only so they could get her out of the nursery and try to have something to burn off all of her endless amounts of energy.
[Apprentice Years] Being an Apprentice was the best thing to happen to Foxkit; now Foxpaw. She took to learning all she could about being a Warrior with the ease a fish swims through the water. She was a quick study and not afraid to push the boundaries just a bit with her Mentor Hailstrike. The tom was firm but fair with her and Foxfern began to thrive under the lessons he taught her. Moons would pass and soon the only lesson she lacked to become a Warriors was being chosen to accompany her clan leader to a Gather. Both her siblings were invited, but time and again Foxpaw was not. Hailstrike told her it was only because the clan cold only bring so many Apprentices as the Warriors had to watch after them, but that only made her feel more restless. She was over nine moons old, and ready to no longer be an Apprentice; she just didn't understand what was taking so long already.
So she decided that maybe it was time for her to prove that she was ready to be a Warrior in her own right. This led her to begin patrolling the borders on her own - she wasn't stupid enough to try leaving the territory altogether - and to begin hunting to fill the prey pile for the clan both with and without her Mentor by her side. Hailstrike approved of her forward approach as long as she was being safe about it so he only kept a minimal eye on her as he felt she was more than mature enough not to do anything too stupid at this stage in her training. He was right for the most part, but Hailstrike could never have known just what would happen to his young Apprentice when she was left alone. It was days into her patrolling on her own when she happened upon a loner just outside clan territory. He was a large tom with pitch black fur and the palest blue eyes she had ever seen. He called himself Nomad and he seemed genuinely curious about Foxpaw. She told him a bit about her clan, and in turn he told her about travelling out in the wilds all by himself with only himself to take care of and all the dangers therein.
As the weeks began to pass, Foxpaw developed feelings for the enigmatic loner and to her eyes he seemed to return those sentiments. She never guessed the dark thoughts that lay behind his beloved blue eyes. He met her for every patrol and when danger came they fought together, always. She thought that just maybe what she was feeling had to be love and so when she became a Warrior they could become mates and he could join the clan with her and they'd have kits and everything would be great in her world. Her innocent dreams were shattered two moons later. She never told anyone, even her Mentor Hailstrike, about the loner that had stolen her heart. Nomad was her secret and he had asked her to keep it that way until it was time for them to be together in truth.
It was finally time for her to become a Warrior, and the eve before the ceremony was to take place Foxpaw ran to the borders to the secret meeting place to find Nomad waiting there for her as he always had. She greeted him with an enthusiastic headbutt and news of the upcoming ceremony. She was excited to think that soon she wouldn't have to hide the tom that had taught her so much and been through so much with her. Nomad seemed happy for her, and to celebrate he talked her into leaving NightClan territory just for a bit to go somewhere amazing where they didn't have to worry about anyone finding them before it was time. They traveled a good distance away to a place that made Foxpaw uneasy. She continued to follow Nomad because she trusted him as well as his sweet purrs of reassurance that all would be alright.
She followed into a seemingly empty cave and was asked to wait a moment while Nomad went back out to get a gift for her as well as bring back prey for the to eat while they spent time together and celebrated. She waited a while, but Nomad didn't come back. Finally she got worried and moved to leave the cave only to be confronted by a pair of glowing golden eyes. Thinking for a moment it was her beloved Nomad, her ears perked up and she meowed a greeting only to have a snarl of rage answer her followed by a heavy weight suddenly pinning her down. It was then she'd realized the truth; Nomad had left her in Demon's Den. White-hot pain ripped through her side and shoulder as sharp claws dug into her small frame. She called for Nomad to come and save her, but he didn't come. Instead she heard his voice overhead as he taunted her for her naive nature and believing that a clan cat could offer a loner anything of true value. He told her all about how he'd tricked her and enjoyed the fact that she was so ignorant as to believe him.
Her heart broke into thousands of pieces at that moment and something in her snapped, causing her to rear back and bite down has hard as she could against Demon. He was bigger than she was but now Foxpaw had something to fight for; she wanted revenge against the tom that had hurt her. Even though she could barely breathe and she didn't have the experience to win certainly, Foxpaw used everything she'd learned from Hailstrike and from Nomad to fight and claw and bite as hard as she could because she refused to sit back and simply die. No matter how badly she hurt, she would fight until she was dead. She sent a prayer up to StarClan for strength as she made one final effort to save herself from inevitable death. Just as the loss of blood from her injuries began to get to her; causing her vision to go black, she heard the sound of footfalls and snarls of rage before she blacked out thinking she heard someone calling her name.
She never expected to wake up again, so when next amber eyes opened and she found herself inside the Medicine Cat's Den she was understandably confused. She was told how Hailstrike had become worried about her when she hadn't shown up to meet him as she always had and when he'd gone looking for her he had overheard a strange loner talking about the clan cat he'd tricked into Demon's lair. Realizing from the description who the cat was, Hailstrike gathered several other Warriors and went after his wayward Apprentice hoping he wasn't too late. The group found her fighting with everything she had and when she collapsed the Warriors jumped in; some distracting Demon while Hailstrike moved his badly wounded Apprentice to safety. The Warriors were lucky as something from above caught Demon's attention and he went after what seemed the easier meal.
Foxpaw admitted to what had happened and then curled onto her side; silent and heartbroken all over again. It would be many moons before she healed enough to return to her training, and moons more before she finally became a Warrior, but through that time she never forgot the lesson she'd learned. Loners weren't to be trusted, and love was only for those foolish enough to think it existed in the first place. So she trained hard until finally she earned her Warrior name and Foxpaw became Foxfern.
[Warrior Years] Time passed and Foxfern trained herself harder and harder and only grew stronger with each passing season. She was vicious in a fight and put everything she had into protecting and providing for her clan. Her life was bland as she lived it in a semi-haze of her fury and heartache as she never forgot the tom that had stolen her heart and the destroy her innocent dreams. She did find that justice was served though, as the day he'd left her for Demon, Nomad slipped as the Warriors made their escape with her broken body so it was the loner instead of Foxfern that ended up losing his life. It was a small consolation, but it did bring her a measure of peace. She lived and she fought and defended and life went on. Then her parents told her they were again expecting kits and soon she had two small siblings. Both grew and became stronger and always Foxfern kept an eye on them; helping when she could.
She was especially close to her little sister and as the kit became an Apprentice she helped her with her training as she could. She even had an Apprentice of her own in the form of a shy tom named Redpaw that grew into a quiet, thoughtful Warrior called Redwind. Her life began to make sense again but always there was the darkness that plagued her heart; though she didn't try to fight it. Her body still hurt her sometimes from old wounds, but she never let it stop her. Now she lives for her clan and it's well-being and tries each day to better herself through hard work and her own determination.
Other: She has a younger sister. [Smokey is making her.] During Leaf-Bare Foxfern's old scars from the attack by Demon tend to hurt her badly; causing her to limp.
Age: 52 moons
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: NightClan
Rank: Senior Warrior/Leader
Picture:
Description: A pretty red and black long furred cat with bright amber eyes.
Description Summary: Foxfern is a striking looking she-cat. Her long fur is mostly red with several patches of black scattered throughout at the edge of her fluffy tail and on the top of her head and the middle of her side. Her eyes - which are always focused on her goal - are a bright shade of amber. She has a patch of white on her mouth and then down under her chin. She moves with a smooth gait and a sort of confidence that's common in most Warriors. When she moves, it's easy to see the easy play of muscles beneath her fur, belying the strength hidden inside her lithe frame. She also holds old scars on her back and side from a run-in with Demon when she was still an Apprentice. In the colder seasons her old wounds cause Foxfern to have a slight limp to her step on one of her back legs, but she tries to hide it most of the time.
Personality: Foxfern is a strong willed and confident she-cat. She listens and observes before deciding what action to take. She'll stand by her choices even if they're unpopular with others, but she is always willing to try and see things from the point of view of those around her. She isn't afraid to get her claws dirty fighting and will defend her clan with everything in her. On the downside though she's not had a good experience with the toms. This has made her less open about letting others close to her heart when it comes to love. She longs to find a partner in life, but at the same time she's afraid of history repeating itself. Because of what happened to her early in life, Foxfern has developed a very firm opinion on loners. They are not tolerated anywhere near the borders of NightClan and if she catches them when out patrolling they meet the business end of her sharp claws and fangs.
History:
[Kit Years] Born into a litter of three to a pair of Warriors, Foxkit began her life with a bang. Her two littermates both turned out dark brown and black in coloration but Foxkit surprised her parents by ending up looking nothing like either of them. Instead, she favored the elderly Foxclaw who had recently passed away. Her parents were surprised, yes, but the tom was related to them so they took it in stride. In honor of the elderly Warrior, they named their young kitten Foxkit for her vibrant red fur and fluffy tail. From the beginning she was different from her siblings. She was more active and inquisitive about the world around her and it took both her parents and several of the other queens just to keep an eye on her ever wandering nature. She wanted to learn everything there was to learn about the world around her, and more than anything she wanted to get out there and defend the clan just like her parents did.
She was a wily kit, constantly going and doing and asking a million questions to anyone that would listen even as they carried her back to the nursery each time she tried to escape to see the world for herself. She just couldn't sit still; all full of energy and completely without fear towards the unknown. Her favorite place to escape to was a small field of clovers that she found growing near the nursery during one of her many escape attempts. It was her place to just romp with any that would indulge her and practice her growing skills against any unlucky enough to pass her by. It was much to the relief of her parents and littermates when finally the time came for Foxkit to become an Apprentice; if only so they could get her out of the nursery and try to have something to burn off all of her endless amounts of energy.
[Apprentice Years] Being an Apprentice was the best thing to happen to Foxkit; now Foxpaw. She took to learning all she could about being a Warrior with the ease a fish swims through the water. She was a quick study and not afraid to push the boundaries just a bit with her Mentor Hailstrike. The tom was firm but fair with her and Foxfern began to thrive under the lessons he taught her. Moons would pass and soon the only lesson she lacked to become a Warriors was being chosen to accompany her clan leader to a Gather. Both her siblings were invited, but time and again Foxpaw was not. Hailstrike told her it was only because the clan cold only bring so many Apprentices as the Warriors had to watch after them, but that only made her feel more restless. She was over nine moons old, and ready to no longer be an Apprentice; she just didn't understand what was taking so long already.
So she decided that maybe it was time for her to prove that she was ready to be a Warrior in her own right. This led her to begin patrolling the borders on her own - she wasn't stupid enough to try leaving the territory altogether - and to begin hunting to fill the prey pile for the clan both with and without her Mentor by her side. Hailstrike approved of her forward approach as long as she was being safe about it so he only kept a minimal eye on her as he felt she was more than mature enough not to do anything too stupid at this stage in her training. He was right for the most part, but Hailstrike could never have known just what would happen to his young Apprentice when she was left alone. It was days into her patrolling on her own when she happened upon a loner just outside clan territory. He was a large tom with pitch black fur and the palest blue eyes she had ever seen. He called himself Nomad and he seemed genuinely curious about Foxpaw. She told him a bit about her clan, and in turn he told her about travelling out in the wilds all by himself with only himself to take care of and all the dangers therein.
As the weeks began to pass, Foxpaw developed feelings for the enigmatic loner and to her eyes he seemed to return those sentiments. She never guessed the dark thoughts that lay behind his beloved blue eyes. He met her for every patrol and when danger came they fought together, always. She thought that just maybe what she was feeling had to be love and so when she became a Warrior they could become mates and he could join the clan with her and they'd have kits and everything would be great in her world. Her innocent dreams were shattered two moons later. She never told anyone, even her Mentor Hailstrike, about the loner that had stolen her heart. Nomad was her secret and he had asked her to keep it that way until it was time for them to be together in truth.
It was finally time for her to become a Warrior, and the eve before the ceremony was to take place Foxpaw ran to the borders to the secret meeting place to find Nomad waiting there for her as he always had. She greeted him with an enthusiastic headbutt and news of the upcoming ceremony. She was excited to think that soon she wouldn't have to hide the tom that had taught her so much and been through so much with her. Nomad seemed happy for her, and to celebrate he talked her into leaving NightClan territory just for a bit to go somewhere amazing where they didn't have to worry about anyone finding them before it was time. They traveled a good distance away to a place that made Foxpaw uneasy. She continued to follow Nomad because she trusted him as well as his sweet purrs of reassurance that all would be alright.
She followed into a seemingly empty cave and was asked to wait a moment while Nomad went back out to get a gift for her as well as bring back prey for the to eat while they spent time together and celebrated. She waited a while, but Nomad didn't come back. Finally she got worried and moved to leave the cave only to be confronted by a pair of glowing golden eyes. Thinking for a moment it was her beloved Nomad, her ears perked up and she meowed a greeting only to have a snarl of rage answer her followed by a heavy weight suddenly pinning her down. It was then she'd realized the truth; Nomad had left her in Demon's Den. White-hot pain ripped through her side and shoulder as sharp claws dug into her small frame. She called for Nomad to come and save her, but he didn't come. Instead she heard his voice overhead as he taunted her for her naive nature and believing that a clan cat could offer a loner anything of true value. He told her all about how he'd tricked her and enjoyed the fact that she was so ignorant as to believe him.
Her heart broke into thousands of pieces at that moment and something in her snapped, causing her to rear back and bite down has hard as she could against Demon. He was bigger than she was but now Foxpaw had something to fight for; she wanted revenge against the tom that had hurt her. Even though she could barely breathe and she didn't have the experience to win certainly, Foxpaw used everything she'd learned from Hailstrike and from Nomad to fight and claw and bite as hard as she could because she refused to sit back and simply die. No matter how badly she hurt, she would fight until she was dead. She sent a prayer up to StarClan for strength as she made one final effort to save herself from inevitable death. Just as the loss of blood from her injuries began to get to her; causing her vision to go black, she heard the sound of footfalls and snarls of rage before she blacked out thinking she heard someone calling her name.
She never expected to wake up again, so when next amber eyes opened and she found herself inside the Medicine Cat's Den she was understandably confused. She was told how Hailstrike had become worried about her when she hadn't shown up to meet him as she always had and when he'd gone looking for her he had overheard a strange loner talking about the clan cat he'd tricked into Demon's lair. Realizing from the description who the cat was, Hailstrike gathered several other Warriors and went after his wayward Apprentice hoping he wasn't too late. The group found her fighting with everything she had and when she collapsed the Warriors jumped in; some distracting Demon while Hailstrike moved his badly wounded Apprentice to safety. The Warriors were lucky as something from above caught Demon's attention and he went after what seemed the easier meal.
Foxpaw admitted to what had happened and then curled onto her side; silent and heartbroken all over again. It would be many moons before she healed enough to return to her training, and moons more before she finally became a Warrior, but through that time she never forgot the lesson she'd learned. Loners weren't to be trusted, and love was only for those foolish enough to think it existed in the first place. So she trained hard until finally she earned her Warrior name and Foxpaw became Foxfern.
[Warrior Years] Time passed and Foxfern trained herself harder and harder and only grew stronger with each passing season. She was vicious in a fight and put everything she had into protecting and providing for her clan. Her life was bland as she lived it in a semi-haze of her fury and heartache as she never forgot the tom that had stolen her heart and the destroy her innocent dreams. She did find that justice was served though, as the day he'd left her for Demon, Nomad slipped as the Warriors made their escape with her broken body so it was the loner instead of Foxfern that ended up losing his life. It was a small consolation, but it did bring her a measure of peace. She lived and she fought and defended and life went on. Then her parents told her they were again expecting kits and soon she had two small siblings. Both grew and became stronger and always Foxfern kept an eye on them; helping when she could.
She was especially close to her little sister and as the kit became an Apprentice she helped her with her training as she could. She even had an Apprentice of her own in the form of a shy tom named Redpaw that grew into a quiet, thoughtful Warrior called Redwind. Her life began to make sense again but always there was the darkness that plagued her heart; though she didn't try to fight it. Her body still hurt her sometimes from old wounds, but she never let it stop her. Now she lives for her clan and it's well-being and tries each day to better herself through hard work and her own determination.
Other: She has a younger sister. [Smokey is making her.] During Leaf-Bare Foxfern's old scars from the attack by Demon tend to hurt her badly; causing her to limp.