Post by Foxfeather on Jun 27, 2018 1:47:13 GMT
::The Basics ::
Name - Foxfeather
Rank - Leader
Former Ranks - Kit, Apprentice, Warrior
Clan - Fireclan
Gender - Female
Sexuality - Pansexual
OOC - Kira
Themes - Fine, Great by Modern Baseball
:: Appearance ::
Foxfeather is roughly average in terms of size for females. She sports the streamlined build
and long legs typical of cats with Fireclan heritage. Though, she is not what is called slender. Her
fur is around medium in length, helping shield her from the cold in Leaf-bare, but keeps her overly warm
during Greenleaf. Her pelt is ginger with darker tabby stripes, and white fur covering her muzzle, chest, and belly.
She has a slightly torn right ear, her ear clearly having been slashed by cat claws in a battle in the past. Similarly,
she has a clear scar on the left side of her face that seems to be similarly from cat claws. She has green eyes, that
appear be in the middle of the spectrum for green eyes in cats.
and long legs typical of cats with Fireclan heritage. Though, she is not what is called slender. Her
fur is around medium in length, helping shield her from the cold in Leaf-bare, but keeps her overly warm
during Greenleaf. Her pelt is ginger with darker tabby stripes, and white fur covering her muzzle, chest, and belly.
She has a slightly torn right ear, her ear clearly having been slashed by cat claws in a battle in the past. Similarly,
she has a clear scar on the left side of her face that seems to be similarly from cat claws. She has green eyes, that
appear be in the middle of the spectrum for green eyes in cats.
:: Personality ::
Foxfeather as a leader knows she must present a front of confidence and as such, she has perfected the art of smiling
despite everything. Though as she has grown older, she has learned the art of more serious expressions, and schooling
her features into unreadable passiveness. She knows that to show weakness as a leader would be deadly. As such, she keeps
up her masks at nearly all times. Though, even then, there are cracks in her mask. Anger is the most seen emotion through the cracks,
when her mask falters and shows some of her true colors through.
Foxfeather's anger runs hot. She is easily annoyed by many things, but not many things cause her to completely lose her cool and abandon
her masks. Usually, she can work with her anger and turn it into determination, unbreakable resolve. However, when her mask cracks that is
when she is truly filled with rage. Her rage tends to run in light of betrayal and intense injustice. Despite the bleak world she lives in, and her own
cynical worldview, she is steadfastly loyal and holds herself to a certain standard. Her ire is risked when someone does not live up to her own expectations
of herself. She is intensely judgmental, and it can be difficult to change her opinion of someone, especially from a strong impression. She is not the type to
forgive her enemies lightly.
Her view of the world is cynical. She believes the world has little kindness in it, and that life will not be kind to her or her clan. She believes that suffering is
inevitable in life, and there is no way to escape it, as that is how one truly learns lessons in life. Not from the wisdom of parents, but from painful traumatic
experiences that shape the identity. Despite that, she also believes that the only way to instill kindness and honor is to bring it yourself. Though, it's not the
easiest thing. When it boils down to it, Foxfeather wants her clan to live more than she wants them to hold tight to ideals.
The world she's been raised in, the least able-bodied are killed in favor of the strong.
So, Foxfeather will smother helpless kittens so her clan can avoid starving.
Despite everything.... Foxfeather still manages kindness in her soul. She is rather picky about it, even amongst her own clan. She prefers to radiate strength
than kindness, given everything.
Foxfeather as a leader knows she must present a front of confidence and as such, she has perfected the art of smiling
despite everything. Though as she has grown older, she has learned the art of more serious expressions, and schooling
her features into unreadable passiveness. She knows that to show weakness as a leader would be deadly. As such, she keeps
up her masks at nearly all times. Though, even then, there are cracks in her mask. Anger is the most seen emotion through the cracks,
when her mask falters and shows some of her true colors through.
Foxfeather's anger runs hot. She is easily annoyed by many things, but not many things cause her to completely lose her cool and abandon
her masks. Usually, she can work with her anger and turn it into determination, unbreakable resolve. However, when her mask cracks that is
when she is truly filled with rage. Her rage tends to run in light of betrayal and intense injustice. Despite the bleak world she lives in, and her own
cynical worldview, she is steadfastly loyal and holds herself to a certain standard. Her ire is risked when someone does not live up to her own expectations
of herself. She is intensely judgmental, and it can be difficult to change her opinion of someone, especially from a strong impression. She is not the type to
forgive her enemies lightly.
Her view of the world is cynical. She believes the world has little kindness in it, and that life will not be kind to her or her clan. She believes that suffering is
inevitable in life, and there is no way to escape it, as that is how one truly learns lessons in life. Not from the wisdom of parents, but from painful traumatic
experiences that shape the identity. Despite that, she also believes that the only way to instill kindness and honor is to bring it yourself. Though, it's not the
easiest thing. When it boils down to it, Foxfeather wants her clan to live more than she wants them to hold tight to ideals.
The world she's been raised in, the least able-bodied are killed in favor of the strong.
So, Foxfeather will smother helpless kittens so her clan can avoid starving.
Despite everything.... Foxfeather still manages kindness in her soul. She is rather picky about it, even amongst her own clan. She prefers to radiate strength
than kindness, given everything.
:: History (Prior to Leadership) ::
Foxkit was born in a litter of three alongside her brother Flamekit and an unnamed sister. Foxkit was born in the midst of Leaf-bare, and her
parents waited to name her and her siblings until they were sure they wouldn't be amongst the ones who would never see their apprentice
ceremony. Foxkit and Flamekit were forced to count their sister amongst that number, as she was smothered in her sleep. Her parents could
only keep two kits, and they somewhat arbitrarily chose Foxkit and Flamekit, as they not yet could see their true potential, as they were still
so young. Their mother, Morningpool, lied to them about their sister, claiming that a vicious Leaf-bare illness took her. They didn't question it
until they were apprentices, and Morningflower told them plainly. Allegedly, she hadn't wanted to immediately expose them to the cruelties
of the world. Neither of them completely believed her explanation.
Foxkit and Flamekit's kithood was rough, and not completely lonely. There weren't many other kits in the nursery, just a few. Each of the
parents practically had to fight to keep from being forced to kill their kits. Not that they told Foxkit much of this. For reasons that Foxkit could
hardly understand.... She somehow became the favored kitten of her parents. She was fed first, and sometimes Flamekit ended up looking a bit skinny.
It troubled Foxkit, so she offered the food her parents gave her to him sometimes. They were the same age, nonetheless Foxkit somewhat idolized her brother.
Their bond seemed unbreakable to Foxkit. She didn't think it would ever change, why would it?
Foxkit and Flamekit became apprentices. Foxpaw loved being an apprentice, and being able to go beyond the camp. She'd always hated idle paws,
and the chance to work excited her. Even though Flamepaw grumbled at the chores they had to do, Foxpaw minded a little less. Foxpaw proved to be a talent
in fighting and hunting, particularly the former. Though, she seemed to be lacking in social skills, as she tended to get irritated easily and lose temper with other
cats similar to her in age. Aside from Flamepaw. Never Flamepaw. Regardless.... Foxpaw was the one who earned more praise than Flamepaw, who struggled
more than Foxpaw did in his training. Their conversations became a little more laced with bitterness and jealousy. Either Foxpaw didn't notice or she blatantly
ignored it. Her mentor had not approved of her excessive temper. So, he taught her to control her emotions. Well, he tried. Foxpaw learned to wear a mask. She
could not appear stoic as her mentor could. She learned quickly she was better at covering things up with a smile.
Things began to turn sour.
One day, Flamepaw took Foxpaw out to the edge of the border. Flamepaw confessed that he had enough of clan life and was planning to defect. Foxpaw tried
to stop him. Blows were exchanged and words were spoken. The outcome was that Flamepaw died and Foxpaw returned to camp with blood on her paws, with
only the knowledge that she killed a would-be deserter. The leader of Fireclan praised her actions, for putting the clan above her personal feelings. After all, Flamepaw
was supposed to be helping scrape up any prey they could out of anywhere they could reach. If Flamepaw had escaped, perhaps he'd be the one leeching away from
their territory in the future. Foxpaw was told that her act of fratricide was just. Foxpaw didn't say anything in response, only smiled and nodded.
A moon before Foxpaw's incoming warrior ceremony, an alleged close friend of her condemned her for killing her brother. Foxpaw acted out of anger.
She blinded him in one eye with her own claws. Her mentor angrily dragged her back to camp to receive punishment. Foxpaw got off the hook again.
Her leader once more praised her. Her clanmate was only trying to sow discord, and there was no time to sympathize with traitors while the clan went
hungry. The leader issued her half-blind friend a quarter-moon to rectify his new eyesight problem and prove he could still hunt. Foxpaw tried to help.
She was rebuked. He hated her now. Foxpaw's apology got caught in her throat. She never said anything. A day before the quarter-moon was up, he
disappeared. Foxpaw guessed he didn't think he'd live up to the leader's standards. Privately, Foxpaw wondered what kind of standards belonged to a leader
who praised an apprentice who kept killing and maiming her clanmates.
Foxpaw became a warrior under the name of Foxfeather, to praise her cool attitude. After all, she only smiled in the face of danger and never lost her head.
Oh, if only they could see inside her mind.
Foxfeather was somehow entrusted with an apprentice. She didn't know what to make of it, but then she remembered this was the same leader
who praised her for killing her brother and stealing the eye of her friend. Of course he'd give her an apprentice. She trained that apprentice.
She taught him how to fight, how to hunt, and she taught him how to kill if necessary. She made sure to hammer in through his head some
kindness as well. She didn't want a legacy of blood. She hoped that her apprentice would prove to be a better cat than she.... Hopefully without
deserting the clan.
The deputy died. Nothing more than a simple skirmish. Cats died everyday, as Foxfeather came to learn. Foxfeather was named deputy.
She wasn't surprised anymore. The leader told her he wanted someone ruthless who would do whatever was necessary to keep Fireclan
alive and thriving. Was Foxfeather that cat? Apparently her leader thought so. Another moon later, he died. Foxfeather was now the leader
of Fireclan. An inexperienced leader with a reputation.
Foxfeather is leader of Fireclan. That is a fact. What kind of leader will she be? That's more unclear.
Foxkit was born in a litter of three alongside her brother Flamekit and an unnamed sister. Foxkit was born in the midst of Leaf-bare, and her
parents waited to name her and her siblings until they were sure they wouldn't be amongst the ones who would never see their apprentice
ceremony. Foxkit and Flamekit were forced to count their sister amongst that number, as she was smothered in her sleep. Her parents could
only keep two kits, and they somewhat arbitrarily chose Foxkit and Flamekit, as they not yet could see their true potential, as they were still
so young. Their mother, Morningpool, lied to them about their sister, claiming that a vicious Leaf-bare illness took her. They didn't question it
until they were apprentices, and Morningflower told them plainly. Allegedly, she hadn't wanted to immediately expose them to the cruelties
of the world. Neither of them completely believed her explanation.
Foxkit and Flamekit's kithood was rough, and not completely lonely. There weren't many other kits in the nursery, just a few. Each of the
parents practically had to fight to keep from being forced to kill their kits. Not that they told Foxkit much of this. For reasons that Foxkit could
hardly understand.... She somehow became the favored kitten of her parents. She was fed first, and sometimes Flamekit ended up looking a bit skinny.
It troubled Foxkit, so she offered the food her parents gave her to him sometimes. They were the same age, nonetheless Foxkit somewhat idolized her brother.
Their bond seemed unbreakable to Foxkit. She didn't think it would ever change, why would it?
Foxkit and Flamekit became apprentices. Foxpaw loved being an apprentice, and being able to go beyond the camp. She'd always hated idle paws,
and the chance to work excited her. Even though Flamepaw grumbled at the chores they had to do, Foxpaw minded a little less. Foxpaw proved to be a talent
in fighting and hunting, particularly the former. Though, she seemed to be lacking in social skills, as she tended to get irritated easily and lose temper with other
cats similar to her in age. Aside from Flamepaw. Never Flamepaw. Regardless.... Foxpaw was the one who earned more praise than Flamepaw, who struggled
more than Foxpaw did in his training. Their conversations became a little more laced with bitterness and jealousy. Either Foxpaw didn't notice or she blatantly
ignored it. Her mentor had not approved of her excessive temper. So, he taught her to control her emotions. Well, he tried. Foxpaw learned to wear a mask. She
could not appear stoic as her mentor could. She learned quickly she was better at covering things up with a smile.
Things began to turn sour.
One day, Flamepaw took Foxpaw out to the edge of the border. Flamepaw confessed that he had enough of clan life and was planning to defect. Foxpaw tried
to stop him. Blows were exchanged and words were spoken. The outcome was that Flamepaw died and Foxpaw returned to camp with blood on her paws, with
only the knowledge that she killed a would-be deserter. The leader of Fireclan praised her actions, for putting the clan above her personal feelings. After all, Flamepaw
was supposed to be helping scrape up any prey they could out of anywhere they could reach. If Flamepaw had escaped, perhaps he'd be the one leeching away from
their territory in the future. Foxpaw was told that her act of fratricide was just. Foxpaw didn't say anything in response, only smiled and nodded.
A moon before Foxpaw's incoming warrior ceremony, an alleged close friend of her condemned her for killing her brother. Foxpaw acted out of anger.
She blinded him in one eye with her own claws. Her mentor angrily dragged her back to camp to receive punishment. Foxpaw got off the hook again.
Her leader once more praised her. Her clanmate was only trying to sow discord, and there was no time to sympathize with traitors while the clan went
hungry. The leader issued her half-blind friend a quarter-moon to rectify his new eyesight problem and prove he could still hunt. Foxpaw tried to help.
She was rebuked. He hated her now. Foxpaw's apology got caught in her throat. She never said anything. A day before the quarter-moon was up, he
disappeared. Foxpaw guessed he didn't think he'd live up to the leader's standards. Privately, Foxpaw wondered what kind of standards belonged to a leader
who praised an apprentice who kept killing and maiming her clanmates.
Foxpaw became a warrior under the name of Foxfeather, to praise her cool attitude. After all, she only smiled in the face of danger and never lost her head.
Oh, if only they could see inside her mind.
Foxfeather was somehow entrusted with an apprentice. She didn't know what to make of it, but then she remembered this was the same leader
who praised her for killing her brother and stealing the eye of her friend. Of course he'd give her an apprentice. She trained that apprentice.
She taught him how to fight, how to hunt, and she taught him how to kill if necessary. She made sure to hammer in through his head some
kindness as well. She didn't want a legacy of blood. She hoped that her apprentice would prove to be a better cat than she.... Hopefully without
deserting the clan.
The deputy died. Nothing more than a simple skirmish. Cats died everyday, as Foxfeather came to learn. Foxfeather was named deputy.
She wasn't surprised anymore. The leader told her he wanted someone ruthless who would do whatever was necessary to keep Fireclan
alive and thriving. Was Foxfeather that cat? Apparently her leader thought so. Another moon later, he died. Foxfeather was now the leader
of Fireclan. An inexperienced leader with a reputation.
Foxfeather is leader of Fireclan. That is a fact. What kind of leader will she be? That's more unclear.
:: Relationships ::
Flamepaw - Brother - Deceased
Unnamed Kit - Sister - Deceased
Morningpool - Mother - Deceased
Russetfang - Father - Deceased
Honeypaw - Former Friend - Half-blind and alive
Unnamed Kit - Sister - Deceased
Morningpool - Mother - Deceased
Russetfang - Father - Deceased
Honeypaw - Former Friend - Half-blind and alive
Open for RP!
Any sort of relationship is open! Friend, enemy, lover....
Please just say so below and we can work it out!
