{tHE} Fox {IS lOSE} -WIP-

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Name: Fox
Clan: Rouge
Age: 29 Moons
Gender: Male
Position: Rouge
Short Description: russet colored tom with a black tail tip and amber eyes
Description:

Can't Stop Looking at Me
Fox is an... interesting mix of two unlikely breeds of cats-a somali and an egyptian mau. Both breeds of cat are very beautiful, so it's no wonder where this tom inherited his good looks. But they tend to go to his head a bit. While most of his form come from his mother, the egyptian mau, his colors and fur along his tail is inherited by his father, the somali. So, when it comes to his build, Fox is as skinny as a twig, and probably just as fragile. He's very tall with an expecially long neck and legs, and his tail's not to short, either; if he sits down and has it straight up, it's about as tall as he is. For muscles? He has little to none. Though he makes himself sound like a large and powerful tom, he's really just the opposite. Just don't tell him that-he'll be heart broken to find out that people don't believe his little lies. So, that's pretty much it for his build-just a skinny tom with long, lanky legs that makes him light on his paws and able to squeeze through tight spaces. He's actually a bit larger then normal, aside from his tall size. As for weight, this tom's as light as a feather, despite his larger size and his dreams to be an insanly muscular cat who attracts all of the she-cats. He has generally large boning to match up with his large size.

And Here's My Paw-Admire
As for the size of his paws, they're actually somewhat small. Though it's really not that noticable and actually helps him to not makes so much noise when stalking, he imagines them as increadibly small and feminine and hates them his his very being. As for claws, they're actually

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Yeah, I'm being lazy... I don't want to think about a silly little history that won't be mentioned... I mean, he probably won't even talk about it at all...

RP Example:

He wasn't one for following others around; anyone who knew him could tell you that. But things don't always turn out the way you expect them to, and today was one of those days. The weather was almost as unpredictable as the tom's actions as he followed one of his fellow clanmates out into the forest. He hadn't expected her to be hunting, honestly. But something had yelled suspicion at him as she left camp almost as soon as she woke up. If she asked him any questions, that only thing that he had to say was, 'I was practicing my stalking'. Perhaps she would take it as him practicing hunting, or something along those lines. But as long as she didn't see him as a complete freak, he was absolutely fine with that excuse.

Leopardclaw had been sitting in camp, not hungry enough to finish the rest of his fresh-kill when it all started. He had spotted the gray colored tabby exit the den after almost every other warrior was already awake. The only cats who remained in the den were those who had gone on the dawn patrol, most likely. He suspected that she had just sleep in, maybe having troubles getting to sleep the previous night. But when she left camp shortly afterward, an idea began to in his mind. Though it was probably crazy and far out there, there was always that nagging suspicion that someone in his clan, no matter how loyal they seemed, could be scheming with cats outside that clan. Or, even worse, cats inside their clan. Though Mosswhisker appeared to be a normal warrior, sometimes appearance wasn't always the case. That could have been his chance to discover first hand if his clanmate was actually loyal... or not. And so, that was why the spotted tom was following behind the she-cat, staying as close as he could without being caught. Of course, being as big as he was, it was easier said then done to follow the tabby through the forest. He had to be careful of anything that could make a noise if stepped on-they would be her alarm. But it appeared as though he was at a safe enough distance as he didn't see her stir when he accidentally stepped on a twig and snapped it in two. Well, couldn't see, if she had.

When the two began to near the Crystal Caverns, the tom's suspicion began to grow at a much faster pace. 'What is she doing all the way out here...?' the tom asked himself, pausing to look at his surroundings. 'She couldn't possibly be hunting... could she?' Shaking the thought away, he muttered, "She wouldn't be hunting all the way out here. If she is, then I'm a tree!" He spoke as softly as he could, hoping she wouldn't hear him. Being caught was definitely not on his agenda. He had begun to follow her once more when she suddenly looked at the sky, and then entered the caverns. So that was her destination. But what was she doing there? So many questions swirled around in his mind, and the only thing he had left to do was follow her inside.

Leopardclaw hadn't ever actually been inside the caverns before; well, if he had, he could remember at all. The outside was dark and threatening with the only light source being that of the small amount of sunlight the seeped through the ceiling. He had alway been a little afraid of going inside. But he had to push his stupid fears aside-he had a mission, and he was determined to go through with it. If the she-cat was disloyal to Bracken clan, he was going to find out and, possibly, rat her out. But when he actually stepped inside, a shiver of anticipation ran down his spine; this was not like any cavern he'd been in before. "Yes. Of course it had to be this place. Do Star Clan enjoy making my life miserable?" he growled, unsheathing his claws as he followed the gray tabby deeper into the cave. "It sure does seem like it!" He could barely see her in the darkness, now, and almost lost his cover when she stopped. 'What's she doing...?' he thought, afraid that his voice might echo and frighten her. 'There's nothing here, so why stop?'

But she started walking once more and the the tom had no choice but to follow her deeper and deeper into the cavern. As the floor grew wetter and more slippery, he found that even stepping on the ground was challenging. He even watched as Mosswhisker slipped and began to slide a little ways. He had to hold back a snicker as she did that but regained his composure when she got to her paws. It was then that he spotted the opening in the roof. Light poured down on the gray warrior and she appeared to be staring up at it, almost in awe. She looked away, for whatever reason and he heard her meow, "This is no time to start being pathetic."

"I don't know what you're up to," Leopardclaw growled, catching up the her and standing a few tail lengths behind where she stood. "But I have a feeling it's not good. Spill it, Mosswhisker. What are you doing alone in the caverns at a time like this?"

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