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Foxtracks

I cant believe I said I'd lay
our love on the ground

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N a m e;
Foxtracks
A g e;
31 moons
A l l i a n c e;
GustClan
R a n k;
Warrior
G e n d e r;
Male
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Appearance:

Foxtracks's pelt consists of vast number of colors mixed together. His base coat is solely dominated by a soft, charcoal black. Like it appears, his pelt heeds an extremely soft texture. On most occasions his fur lies neatly along his body; but gusts of wind have been known to cause it to shoot out in different directions. A quick groom can easily take care of the problem. However, there are few times when he actually takes the time to make himself presentable. Grayish-brown patches cover his neck, chest, belly, and the under-side of his tail. His face is coloured by a light shade of gray - along with the faded stripes on his legs and back. Foxtrack's face is shaded with black marks extending to the tip of his forehead. A regal black encircles his round, yellow eyes - adding an extra spark to his curiosity. In different lightings his eyes reflect a rich golden color - giving them depth. A velvety salmon nose blends in with his face, while white whiskers extend from it.

Foxtracks sports a large build - his thick, long fur adding even more bulk. He could easily pass for the largest cats in the Clan. Broad and powerful shoulders lay hidden underneath his fur. Ironically, you can only see their full extent when wet. Due to his massive size, he is considerably slower then your average cat. Foxtracks' gray claws are unusually sharp. For a peculiar reason, they remain sheathed throughout battle. During a war or scuffle, his large size and brute power make up for his lack of speed and agility. His long tail is weighted down by bushy fur, but it does not stop him from doing much.

Personality:

Foxtracks is a very kind tom, full of spunk and energy. If you hear about a cat getting in trouble, one name comes to mind - Foxtracks. He constantly gets into trouble, and will probably never outgrow it. After a few mishaps however, he'll let others take the lead and plan any schemes. When it comes to items that he has to decide in his position of power, he'll get a friends advice and take it. He listens well to others, and is very social. Foxtracks loves to chat with others and especially laugh, which he does a lot. Like some cats dreams, he wants to be considered the hero of the Clan and do something that others would remember him by, like save another cat. He likes being praised, but it gets to his head. Foxtracks is good with other Clan cats, but it takes a while for him to realize they're up to no good. Sometimes your lucky if he even realizes it at all.

There's no doubt that Foxtracks lacks some common sense and good judgment of others. Say there was a plot against GustClan and the rest of the Clan knew, he'd be the last to figure it out. He doesn't take things to seriously and is stubborn. It takes him forever to accept something, put a plan into action, and just do something that makes sense. Mostly because he's still young, Foxtracks isn't that mature and slacks off on some responsibilities until the last minute. He still has the qualities that make a good warrior, it just takes time to let them show. Usually a few misfortunes fall upon himself because of his slow responses.

Foxtracks has a silly streak. He cracks jokes sometimes and likes to play around. He's a very hyper and happy-go lucky cat to be around, definitely a clown. If there's a badger in the territory, he'll be there helping to fend it off for the thrill. If something dangerous needs to be investigated, he'll be the one to go there and see how bad it its whether he's wanted or not. Foxtracks is definitely a thrill seeker, and just his friends know it. He makes it look like he's really concerned about the Clan and doesn't want anyone hurt. That's true, but it's buried way deep down. Foxtracks isn't a fan of harsh punishments. He'll sulk in a corner all day or refuse to take it.

Foxtracks likes the cold, especially snow. He likes to dive into snow piles and tunnel through them, mostly to entertain the kits, which is one of his favorite past times. He likes breezy and overcast days and is not a fan of water. He isn't the type of cat to dislike much about nature, but he still has things he doesn't like. For example; he hates hot and humid days and the smoke that billows out during fires. He dislikes heights and hates the sap that clings to his pelt whenever he musters up the courage to climb up a tree. Like most sane cats, Foxtracks despises ticks and fleas. Too sum it up, he hates anything that makes him itch.

History:

Foxtracks has a surprising amount of history. His mother was fairly old when she kitted during Greenleaf. Because of her age, she had complications and kitted early. She had only one kit who was very tiny and sickly; named Foxtracks because of a family tradition to name one son after an animal the cats feared. Foxtracks contracted Greencough only two days after birth. The medicine cat was surely certain the tiny kit would die. He was already sickly, and at his extremely young age it seemed impossible his immune system could fight it off.

Foxtracks continued to battle the illness while his mother grew weaker and weaker. Because of her old age she was not able to fully handle the stress of taking care of a kit. She died a half moon after Foxtracks' birth. Foxtracks was given to an adoptive queen who took care of him, but soon refused to take care of the sickly kit any longer after he infected one of the queens kit with Greencough. Foxtracks was taken to the medicine cat den since there was no other queen to take him. Without milk, it was a death sentence for Foxtracks. As if by a miracle, Foxtracks clung on to his life until three days after when an expecting queen kitted. She took Foxtracks as her own and helped nurse him back to health. With the medicine cats help, Foxtracks made a slow recovery by a moon and a half.

Suddenly, the queen who took care of Foxtracks and her two other kits died of an unexpected heart attack. Foxtracks was given back to the queen who had originally taken him after his mothers death. She took in the two other kits without complaint, but grudgingly was forced to take in Foxtracks also. She held a grudge and growing dislike for the tom-kit; she blamed the death of one of her kits on Foxtracks since it was him who gave her the Greencough which killed her.

During his stay in the Nursery, Foxtracks became intrigued by the strange, three-legged she-kit named Fawnkit. The two quickly became close friends. Foxkit stuck to her like glue. Aside from his adoptive siblings, she was the only other kit in the Nursery. Foxtracks was devastated when it was time for him to become an apprentice. He would be separated from Fawnkit, who was a moon younger then him. In fact, nobody was sure if she would ever join him in the apprentice den.

Foxtracks soon came to terms with their separation. His training went well, and he soon was given his warrior name of Foxtracks. Ironically, Fawnkit became Fawnpaw shortly after he was made a warrior. Yet again they were separated. However, this time, Foxtracks made an effort to see his childhood friend more. Both were ecstatic that Fawnpaw was made an apprentice, despite her handicap. Over time, Foxtracks grew more attached to the she-cat. Soon he found himself racing the clock to see her after training, and shirting his duties to spend more time with her.

Finally, Fawnpaw became a warrior and moved into the warrior den with Foxtracks. Elated to spend even more time with her, Foxtracks volunteered to go on any patrol she was on, and help her whenever possible. He had fallen head over heels for the pretty she-cat. Then came the day Fawnsteps was sent the dream from StarClan that would permanently drive a wedge between the two. Fawnstep was destined to become a medicine cat. Their love could never be. Foxtracks kept this trapped inside - replacing his sorrow with forced cheer. One day, Fawnsteps pulled him aside and the two went hunting. Only then did she confess her love for him, but before he could say a word, she explained why they could never be. Heartbroken, Foxtracks revealed his longing for her, and disappeared before more words could be exchanged.

Over time, Foxtracks refused to accept StarClan's judgment on their love - that it could never be. But he kept it inside. He could admire her from afar. If he played his cards right, they could remain the friends they had been before that fateful day. Foxtracks made an effort to visit the medicine cat every day, to rebuild and strengthen their bond which had come close to breaking. Many times has Foxtracks contemplating what they still could be. The thought remains in the back of his head, brought forward by the most subtle of actions between the two. His warrior days shall be an interesting one.

Rp Example:

[One of Foxtracks' many shenanigans as a kit. Goes under Foxkit]

Two tiny heads peered out from behind a group of ferns. Frost clung to them, weighing the plants' leaves down to the barren ground. The majority of the grass that had managed to cling to life through early Leaf-fall were dying, turning brown and being swept away by the gusts of wind that screamed through the camp during the thickest cloud cover. It had taken careful planning on Foxkit's behalf to find the best route to the edge of camp without being seen - or heard. It would be tricky for the small kit, one wrong move would send him tumbling onto the crunching foliage. His partner wasn't a problem, but she really wasn't any help. He just needed someone to blame if they got caught.

It wasn't like anybody was actually going to look for him if she disappeared. The only cat that would notice would be his foster mother, and she had been wishing for Foxkit to go missing ages ago.

Flicking his tail toward his partner, the small grey kit weaved his way toward the barren tree at the edge of the camp. He stopped, blocking the only exit between the hazel grasses. The she kit behind him growled irritably. Foxkit flattened her ears and was about to give her a peace of his mind when a better idea struck him. He moved aside, letting the smoky black kit pass through.

"I bet you can't climb up to the third branch of that tree," he taunted, knowing the she-kits pride would get to her and accept her challenge. His voice however, was coated with innocence, unlike her intentions. The she kit beside her clamped her mouth shut and glared at Foxkit with so much hatred that it was surprising he didn't shrink back in fear. The GustClan tom held his ground and didn't move an inch, kept still by his stubborn want for revenge.

"Watch me." she responded finally, stalking over to the tree. Foxkit smirked, quickly changing his face to a look of frauded awe when she turned around. The larger kit jumped at the tree, scrambling up to the first branch. She stopped and looked down at Foxkit, who again put a fake expression on his face. Satisfied, she clambered up to the second branch, and hauled herelf up to the third branch. Sitting down, she called to Foxkit. "I bet you can't do that. You can barely climb up a log without falling," she sneered, enjoying her moment of triumph.

Foxkit glared at her. He felt his neck fur rising up and suppressed a growl. He knew his moment of triumph was coming. Ignoring her remark, he meowed back up to her. "Try and get down then." The look of fear that flashed through her eyes made Foxkit's heart wrench with pity. It was he who had convinced her to go up there. He knew there was no way to get down without a warrior helping her, and that would be embarrassing. But if she went down by herself, she would surely slip and fall to her death. Foxkit began to regret his decision, fear and regret starting to take hold of him.

"I....I can't get down!" she sobbed, helplessness shimmering in her eyes as they locked with the tom kits.

The better side of him taking over,Foxkit rushed to the base of the tree. "Hang on, I'll go get an older cat to help you!" he said frantically. The black kit weakly nodded, overcome by sobs. Foxkit rushed back into camp, his paws treading loudly over the dead grass. Seeing the closest cat, he ran to him, colliding with the senior warrior in a tangle of limbs. It took a minute for both if the toms to readjust themselves and scramble onto all fours. In a rush of words, Foxkit explained what had happened, and the two set off to help the kit stuck in the tree.

After what seemed like an eternity, she was down unscathed. Still sobbing and shaking, the warrior took her back to the Nursery. Blocking Foxkitt before he could go in after her, the warrior confronted the kit. "Did you get her stuck in that tree?" he growled, staring at Foxkit. Foxkit sighed, feeling even more guilt wash over him.

"Yes," he murmured, feeling unable to let his partner take the blame like he had intended to. The warrior nodded and went inside the Nursery to talk to Foxkits foster mother, while Foxkit followed him and slunk into a corner, dreading the consequences that would follow.

Guardian:

Rosetwine

Other:

Formerly liked Fawnstep. There is high tension between the two.

[Risa [Isis]]

Accepted! Great job! =]