Foxflight-Thunderclan

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Name: Foxflight
Clan: Thunderclan
Age: 37 moons
Gender: Male
Position: Warrior
Short Description: Semi-long haired Turkish Van tom with piercing amber eyes.
Description:

He has broad shoulders with his center of gravity in the middle of his body. His eyes are piercing inteligent amber that match with his markings.

Foxflight has long legs that are powerful and allow him to spring into trees with ease.

He has a plumed tail that serves to hold an amber/ginger to dark brown gradiant all the way down it to the tip. The top of his head is the ginger/amber again which carries onto his ears and down his back. Instead of a perfectly straight line, it has a crumbling pattern to it which allows a few of the color to turn into some spots.

Attitude:

Foxflight is a very kind and caring tom. He makes sure everyone in the clan is fed before him and is never greedy. The warrior code is his life and he sticks to it to a 'T'.

Around familiar cats he feels at ease and is very polite. Sometimes cats mock his being too polite at times and that he needs to be familiar around them. He loves to start off topics and urges for his friends to become the best they can be.

Intruders make him somewhat agitated. He doesn't understand why they can't understand that this is Thunderclan territory and not there's. Foxflight sometimes even gives them a lecture with words or claws.

When in a battle or skirmish he is very careful where he hurts other cats. He doesn't want to kill them, but merely make a huge impression on them to stay away. What he does injure on the skin usually leaves a huge scar or may bleed for a while. Foxflight uses calculating moves to make what he feels each should get.

On things that involve the whole clan he watches and waits for his turn to talk. When he is not given that chance he becomes agitated and somewhat angry. Frustration naws at him until he figures out a way to let everyone know his opinion.

He loves apprentices to the full. Each he treats with utmost respect and play fights with them for fun. Foxflight knows that apprentices are the key to the future and he values them highly as if they were already warriors or his own kits.

Loner life fascinates him along with kittypet life. He'll take them off his territory. If he stumbles upon some outside of his territory he likes to have a talk with them to understand their life.

Gender doesn't matter to him at all. He respects both and doesn't try to overshadow females. They deserve everything he should get. What fascinates him again is when a female makes life. Males can't do it, but females can and this to him is a big deal. All cats should be equal, but their bodies aren't. He has noticed that female cats usually are able to bend their bodies better than males. He desperately wants to figure out a way to use this advantage during battle.

History:

Foxflight was a very bright young tom who grew up and learned to use manners quite properly. When he was taught as an apprentice, fighting moves came to him easily. He was able to come up with elaborate plans right on the spot to win any training plan.

On one particular battle that he was aloud to go to as an apprentice, he made many cats crawl back to their territory and soon blood was all about him. Foxflight forgot who he was for several parts of the battle. Bloodlust was the cause and soon he was hurting cats way too badly. His mentor ended up pinning him down after the other clan left and Foxflight began to attack his own clanmates. He then later had to train how to hold back and only use enough force to scare the cat away.

As Thunderclan grows more uneasy about its bearings he grows further frustrated, more so than he ever has been before.

Father:Unknown (not rped)
Mother:Unknown (not rped)
Siblings: Unkown (not rped)

RP Example:

SeaFall Evacuees
« Thread Started on Jun 7, 2010, 3:01pm »

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"They had followed that Ruin Forest Warrior to the camp, now what? Her golden eyes looked around the camp and inhaled to only cough the scent out. That was defiantly Ruin Forest scent along with the forest. She missed the smell of Seafall camp with the hint of ocean spray in the air, but that was gone forever now.

Evelyn looked back towards her pack mates and realized they all looked a mess. She didn't want Ruin Forest to see how weak they were, but here the last survivors of Seafall were in a haggard shape. She bravely held her head and kept standing even though exhaustion was making it hard to stand, not to mention her bleeding pads. Evelyn was starving along with her two pack mates and they all looked like it. A run from SeaFall territory to Ruin Forest territory tends to do that unfortunatly. She would have liked it if that warrior had allowed them to drink their fill before coming here. Couldn't he see just how bad off they were and show some curtisy. Apparently he couldn't since they had all made it here maddening fast.

Where was the Alpha or Betas or Generals to recieve them? Was this a trap? "


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Rp Example:

The noise was maddening. His eyes peirced the brush to glare at the squirrel yammering on and on about him being too close to his tree. Unfortunately for the whole of the camp, 'his' tree was right next to the Warrior's den.

Foxflight flicked his tail back and forth with irratation. Why was this squirrel doing this when it was a stupid thing no one could change except itself. Having just about enough he yowled at the squirrel and it thankfully shut up. His ears still rang with the memory of the sound, but it was better.

Lately he hadn't been able to sleep and so the bags under his eyes were easily seen, but so were other cat's. He had other, darker reasons to have his sleep deprivation. His dreams were consumed with Ferncloud, at least the one he had found washed up on shore after a flood. At times he would think it was really her and then she'd say something funny. Other dreams had her old self finding out about his plotting and how it was her that ended up ruining him as a warrior. His sleep was already shortened significantly because of his planning, the type he was scared inwardly that Ferncloud would find out. A huge yawn escaped his mouth though and allowed others to understand his sleep problem and find mutual kinship through it, unknowing of what was really going on.

With the squirrel out of the way, Foxflight decided to sun himself in a patch of sunlight. Looking towards the area, he swore he saw flickers of fur and eyes amongst the bushes around the camp. Blinking, he went ahead and laid down under the light. Suddenly, the barks of a squirrel could be heard again just as a whisper penatrated the air towards him sounding all too familiar.