FOXPAW - WINDCLAN

FOXPAW ✻ WINDCLAN

name

Foxkit, Foxpaw

reasoning

His fur is the same shade of ginger as a fox and is slightly fluffier than your usual pelt. As a kit, his mother also noticed that he was rather sneaky.

age

6 moons

gender

Tom

alliance

Born, bred, and raised in WindClan.

rank

Apprentice

physique

short description

somewhat fluffy, light ginger tom with pale green eyes.

physical description

Foxpaw has relatively fluffy fur for a cat of the moors. Some might say that it would cause unfortunate wind resistance when running, but he savours the feeling of the breeze carding and whipping through, so it’s alright. He is a solid, light ginger all the way from the tips of his ears to the end of his moderately bushy tail. Every single hair is kit soft. It honestly is a pain to keep all the extra fur in place and Foxpaw can’t actually see the point of wasting all those extra minutes when his pelt’s going to end up windswept the moment he sets foot outside anyways. He’s a slim, lithe cat, a bit on the skinny end of the stick, but that comes in handy when you don’t want to be heard wandering around. Pale green eyes are set in a shrewd face and generally miss nothing of what’s going on around him.

personality

positives

• Observant and keen-eyed
• Shrewd
• Exceptionally light-footed
• Morally steadfast
• Genuinely cares for the wellbeing of others

negatives

• Relatively laidback (doesn’t seem to take things very seriously)
• Pessimistic about situations (he prefers to call it ‘realistic’)
• Prefers to keep quiet/head down in large groups (doesn’t volunteer his opinions)
• Afraid of water (therefore, can’t swim)
• Prone to unnecessarily caustic and blunt remarks

the past

the history

Born as the oldest (by a minute, really, but it still counts as older, doesn’t it?) of three to Cherryclaw (dearest mother) and Oatbreeze (kindest father), Foxkit, as he was known back in those days, turned out to be the only kit of that litter that survived. The youngest, Applekit, died of ill health two days after he was born. The two remaining kits caught high fevers after a month, and only one came out of it alive. Harekit, StarClan keep her, fought long and hard, but even the medicine cat couldn’t add strength to a cat that was already weak to begin with. They didn’t say it out loud or state it obviously, but Foxkit knew that his parents indirectly blamed him for his siblings’ passing, especially his sister’s. They contracted the fever at the same time, so why had Harekit died and Foxkit survived? Perhaps the tom had sucked the strength from his sister, who knows?

Regardless, Foxkit maintained good relations with his parents, for the latter believed the former ignorant due to his quietness. He grew up as any single kit would, attached to his mother and his den mates to substitute for his lack of siblings. To cure the boredom that naturally came with being a kit in addition to the type that comes with lack of interest in most of said den mates, he would sneak out at night and pad around the camp, exploring nooks and crannies. No one ever heard a little kit, especially not if the kit in question was Foxkit. Even freshly named warriors on their vigil missed the mobile bundle of soft fur.

One night though, Foxkit was caught out in a hit-and-run rainstorm, which lasted for approximately five minutes but dealt him enough damage to last a lifetime. He had been soaked to the bone (marrow!) and Cherryclaw had been wroth. That had been the end of his nightly wanderings, but by then he had already seen all there was to see of the surrounding moorlands. Well, most of it. Some. The camp, at least.

Now, at the ripe age of six moons, Foxkit has transformed into Foxpaw. What new adventures await him and his arsenal of sharp eyes, light paws, scalding tongue, and kill-the-dream (realistic, I told you)outlook? The tom may seem reserved, but he’s not averse to making friends with other cats, and indeed when with one or two that he can trust, Foxpaw is wont to release all his boxed opinions. He enjoys joking around and making light comments that usually never fit the gravity of the current situation. Foxpaw is a laidback pessimist (realist): he knows and imagines the worst-case scenario but doesn’t outwardly seem to take it very seriously.

about you

alias Marseille, Mar, M
timezone, state, and country GMT +7, Bangkok, Thailand
other character N/A