Post by heathclaw on Mar 11, 2012 21:01:34 GMT -5
Foxtooth
need to know
»clan: WindClan
» age: 48 moons
» gender: Tom
» rank: Warrior
» status: Healthy
» mentor/apprentice: Open
» description: Wiry short-haired orange tom with copper eyes[/ul]
deeper
His movements are fluid and graceful, without a bit of wasted energy, the gait of a cat who is perfectly comfortable within the confines of his own space and body. He is fond of high places, and is well practiced in the arts of jumping and climbing. As he is not a fan of direct confrontation, he doesn't have many notable battle scars, except for a notch missing out of his left ear. Foxtooth shares his brother's handsome chin and facial features, and, unlike Redfur, he chooses to flaunt it.
In private, Foxtooth adopts a more brooding appearance, with his normally easy-going smile replaced by a troubled frown. It is in these moments when this tom's usual comfortable appearance breaks down, and he often paces around agitatedly, stuck with just himself and his own thoughts.
» personality: Foxtooth is laid-back, charming, and dangerously intelligent. He often faces things with a cheerful, devil-may-care outlook, and appears to be an eternal optimist, always focusing on the bright side of any sad situation. He's a lady killer, always ready with a fresh compliment and a bright smile for any she-cat that takes his fancy, which pretty much amounts to almost all of those eligible. He has a quick wit, which often leans on the side of sarcasm. He's somewhat lazy, opting to do the very minimum to fulfill his warrior duties, although he's getting better at this since Redfur's ascension to the deputy position.
Foxtooth is a cat that is very concerned with appearances. He is meticulous in his grooming habits, even more so than some she-cats, and does his utmost to reveal none of his character flaws, attempting to appear like the model clanmate. However, the true Foxtooth displays some sociopathic tendencies. He truly couldn't care less about most of his clanmates and possesses a bitterness towards the clan as a whole. Not that he would let any of that show, of course.
He is a skilled liar, and excellent at reading the emotions of his fellow cats, and finding the right thing to say to accomplish his goals, and all the time with a bright smile.
» background: Redkit and his brother Foxkit were born to Stoneclaw and Firestripe, two cats with a reputation for loyalty and fierceness. From the beginning, the two of them were held to higher standards than other kits. They still had their playtime, yes, but they were also expected to be drilled in the Warrior Code, and to use at least some of their playtime in a constructive manner, encouraged to spend time wrestling and play stalking.
Foxkit found this kithood to be a good one- he really appreciated the edge that it gave them as they reached apprenticeship. Redpaw had been apprenticed to Stoneclaw, their father, which made Foxpaw somewhat jealous; his own mentor was hardly satisfactory. But he vowed to do his best. He had a family to make proud, after all.
Then, in the middle of Foxpaw's apprenticeship, Firestripe took him out on a patrol, alone, instead of his usual mentor. She was substituting for him, she said. The two of them headed far out into the outer edge of the territory, and there the young Foxpaw learned a terrible truth.
Foxpaw wasn't Firestripe's kit at all. Rather, he was the son of Firestripe's sister, who was believed to have been killed. Instead, she'd abandoned the clan and gone rogue, and now Firestripe was going to join her. She then faked her death, much like her sister had, and chased the young apprentice away.
He returned frantically back to camp, spreading the terrible report that Firestripe had been killed saving him from a badger. The event created a pivotal change in the young apprentice's life. He became a liar from that point on, praising his mother's heroism and cursing her memory in the same breath at her vigil. He felt confused, lost, and betrayed.
Moons passed. Foxpaw began drifting apart from Redpaw and his father, and graduated as a perfectly average warrior, Foxtooth, so named for his biting wit. His own personal ambitions were gone- let Redfur go out and make a name for himself. He, Foxtooth, was sick of the futility of it all. No, he would spend his time seeking comfort and pleasure.
Shortly after Palestar became leader, things came to a head between the family. An argument had broken out between brother, father, and sons, and things were said that could not be taken back. Stoneclaw judged Foxtooth to be a failure, a cat who wasted his talents with sloth and idleness, more content to chase around she-cats than mice. Foxtooth had heatedly replied that Stoneclaw was a blind fool, and Redfur would be too, the way he was headed. Foxtooth and Stoneclaw would never speak again, although it wasn't like they'd spoken much before. Redfur, on the other hand, started appearing in Foxtooth's life more often. Likely a request from his dear old dad.
And then came the time of StarClan's silence, the long period of unrest, and the bloody battle at Fourtrees, where Stoneclaw, who had refused to retire, met a bloody end. WindClan was in turmoil, with so many cats lost, not the least of which was Crowpelt, Palestar's deputy. Foxtooth was pleasantly surprised when Redfur had been named deputy in Crowpelt's place. What a stroke of luck! Except that the fool of a tom Redfur was starting to doubt himself. Foxtooth had found him, and convinced him to take the position, to be a good example for the rest of the clan. "It was what Stoneclaw would've wanted," he added, with a solemn face. And so, Redfur accepted. Foxtooth has been spending the moons afterwards cultivating his relationship with his estranged brother and biding his time, waiting for his chance.
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immediate kin
» sons: More than he cares to remember.
» daughters: Same as above[/ul]
extended kin
» mother: Firestripe (Deceased)
» brothers: Redtooth
» sisters:
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