Foxjaw-Shadowclan Warrior

Foxjaw - Warrior the basics Name• Foxjaw Gender• Tom (He/Him) Age• 35 moons Clan• ShadowClan Sexuality• Heterosexual Disabilities• N/A the appearance Fur Color• Russet with black tips Body Type• Faintly muscular Eye Color• Amber Overall Appearance• Most cats would agree that Foxjaw is handsome, with his sleek and well-kept russet pelt, right down to his thick and bushy tail that earned him his name. Black markings bring texture to his fur, dusted along his shoulders and spine, the tips of his ears and his forehead, as well as the tip of his tail. Beneath his sleek fur, a faintly muscled form is concealed. He's larger than most she-cats, but by far not the biggest tom, and because of this some seem to think he's all fur until they meet him in battle and feel a wily kind of strength within him, the type that allows him to slip right out of his enemy's grip more than the type that would overpower anyone. His eyes are of the richest amber, like honey on some days, but usually closer to ochre. When it's cold or wet, his back left leg becomes stiff from an old injury, and he develops a limp over time until it gets dry again. the personality Likes • Leaf-fall, water voles, inventing new battle tactics, witty conversation, thunderstorms, playing with kits. Dislikes • Snow and rain, gloomy Leafbare days, frogs and toads, prophecies, traveling herbs, heights. Strengths • An extremely skilled tactician, Foxjaw is a fearsome foe to meet in battle, as he's a fan of tricking and outsmarting his opponent. This also makes him a good fighter, generally, though he does not have the brute strength of other warriors. He is also a very good hunter. Weaknesses• Foxjaw hates climbing, and fears heights. His swimming is weak at best, and he loathes to get his thick fur wet. Overall Personality• Foxjaw comes off as an amiable, charming tom on the surface - but when you dig a little deeper, you will find a wickedly intelligent mind that's capable of outsmarting just about anyone he meets. He usually uses his wits for quick quips in conversation, and offering snarky commentary when appropriate or not. Despite the eye-rolls he can earn from this behavior, he's generally a well-liked cat. There are a few, however, that have observed his tricks when fighting, and find themselves wary of his potential. Though Foxjaw has always been a loyal and reliable warrior, he is still young, and cats can change - there are elders that fear the sharpness of his mind, knowing he might just be clever enough to do dreadful things with it. Most cats though, have absolutely no qualm with him - and no cat would think him capable of any harm when they see him lingering around the nursery. It's well known around the Clan that Foxjaw enjoys entertaining the kits; he's often the cat queens will go to when they need someone to look after their kits for a little bit. There has never been a kit yet that hasn't come out of their shell when he's there to encourage them. Because he gets along so well with them, he's a popular choice for mentorship, and has already mentored two apprentices. the history Father • Duskshade, 62 moons, Alive Mother • Goldenblaze, 45 moons (at death), Deceased Siblings • N/A Important Others• Anyone else that are not family that are important to your character who shaped them into the person they are today. Overall History • Foxkit was the single kit of Goldenblaze and Duskshade, a ShadowClan couple who fell fast and hard for each other. Goldenblaze's pregnancy was difficult for her, and she faced many unusual problems. She complained often of bellyaches and rested far more often than other expecting queens. The medicine cat was unusually concerned for her, and excused her from warrior duties early on in her pregnancy. When she showed signs her litter was coming, it was far too early, and the first-time queen lost a lot of blood, but she managed to hold on to life. One could not say the same for her kits. Foxkit was the only kit not born as a stillborn, and even he barely survived the night. He had to suckle from another queen's teat because his mother was too exhausted and weak to feed him the first couple days. After she regained some strength, she began to suckle him. However, a couple moons later, tragedy struck again. A bout of whitecough swept the camp, and Goldenblaze - still weak and not quite right from her difficult kitting - immediately caught it. When it turned quickly into greencough, she was moved to the medicine, and was unable to recover when the right herb wasn't found in time. She was, thankfully, the only casualty of greencough that season, but the Clan mourned her loss - none so much as Duskshade, though. A loyal father and mate, he'd stuck by Goldenblaze's side until the very end, and he was distraught over her untimely death. The one lucky thing was that Foxkit had been weaned, and no longer needed to suckle from a queen. However, that came with a downfall, as it made him quite aware of his mother's demise. Cleverer than other kits his age, he seemed to quickly understand that she wasn't just gone, she was dead and with StarClan now. He grieved with his father for the loss, but was young, and didn't linger long on the tragedy. Duskshade, however, processed the death differently. He'd loved Goldenblaze deeply, and as Foxkit grew, he resembled the spitting image of the she-cat he'd loved so much. Instead of drawing closer to his son, he distanced himself, which made Foxkit realize early he was on his own. He matured quickly, and when he became Foxpaw at six moons old, his mentor found him the easiest apprentice in the world to train. Foxpaw was a fast learner, and possessed a maturity not found in other cats his age. He listened to warriors attentively, and carried out responsibilities without complaint, and asked the best questions. His mentor, a senior warrior that had mentored many apprentices before him, had never met a young cat so inquisitive and clever. Foxpaw felt comfortable asking him dozens of questions, most of them very good questions that even his mentor had trouble answering. Questions about why the warrior code worked the way it did, questions about the right thing to do when faced with a difficult decision in a fight. Questions about what made a cat noble, and what made him loyal. Above all, his mentor was most impressed with his apprentice's fighting skills. Foxpaw understood the basics almost instantly, and within only a few training sessions was already coming up with clever techniques his mentor would never have expected from such a young cat. A part of him felt afraid of the sharpness of this young cat's mind, fearful that if he was this intelligent now, how much cleverer would he grow to become? And how would he use his wits? Would he aide his Clan, or would he seek to destroy it? To his relief however, Foxpaw never showed any indication of treacherous thoughts, and if he was ambitious at all, he kept it under wraps. Indeed, Foxpaw was well aware he was clever and that it could be off-putting for others, but he had no desire to use his talents in any way that did not serve his Clan. As Foxpaw grew older, his confidence grew with it, and with his admirable wits on his side, he felt as if he were unstoppable. Destiny chose this time to check the young cat's behavior, as if StarClan themselves wanted to make sure his confidence would not develop into arrogance. It certainly felt like some kind of a deadly sign when the apprentice's namesake - a huge, ugly fox - caught him unawares one day. Foxpaw fought to the best of his ability, and when he had the fox cornered, he felt ridiculously powerful. In that moment, the fox lunged for him, using its greater weight to bowl him over. Like a snake, Foxpaw wriggled from its grip and darted up the nearest tree as quickly as he could. Unfortunately, the nearest tree was an ashen one, bent precariously on one side after it had been struck by lightning the season prior. Foxpaw climbed higher and higher - too high. When the fox tried to leap up after him, it threw its body hard against the tree - and that was all it took. With a groan, the tree buckled and everything went black. Foxpaw awoke a sunrise later in the medicine den, his back leg wrapped in cobwebs. He was instructed not to move, and informed his leg had broken in the fall from the tree. When the tree had fallen, it had crushed the fox beneath it, and a thicker branch had lodged in the predator's mouth. When a patrol arrived on the scene, they found the gruesome sight of a jawless fox crushed beneath the weight of a tree, and a broken Foxpaw lying unconscious near it. Foxpaw was told he was lucky to be alive, and luckier still that his leg would heal. So a long moon in the medicine den dragged on, as he obeyed instructions to keep still at all times until his leg had set correctly. After that, it was moons of making sure his leg would heal properly by exercising it - an agonizing process that humbled the young cat beyond belief. Any arrogance he might have begun to develop vanished, especially when his dreams were punctuated every few days with nightmares of the dreadful fall, and the apprentices he'd shared his den with became warriors before him. It wasn't until his leg was fully healed that he had his final assessment at last, and passed with flying colors. He was given his warrior name - Foxjaw - in honor of the fox that had been killed and jawless by the same tree that had broken his leg. Though the young warrior did not feel enthused his warrior name would forever be a reminder of his nightmarish accident, he accepted it with grace. To this day, he finds excuses to not climb trees, and deeply fears heights. His old injury also still bothers him from time-to-time, mostly in leafbare. As the moons went on, he found himself recovering some of his old confidence - but it was an innocent kind of confidence, a charm that attracted others to him in its warmth. He was a friendly and open, if occasionally snarky, companion. The kits of the nursery adored him, as he often volunteered his time to looking after them so the queens could take a break. He was given his first apprentice only a few moons after he became a warrior, and got along with her so well that other queens soon had the idea they'd like one of their kits to have him as a mentor as well. Almost immediately after his first apprentice became a warrior, he was given another to mentor. Season after season, Foxjaw shaped up to be a loyal and popular member of ShadowClan. With his silver tongue, he even got along well with other Clans at the Gatherings, though never had any issue meeting them in battle if he had to. Most cats in ShadowClan have no reason to question his loyalty. The issue is with the elders. After seeing their Clan succumb to the dark ambition of ruthless leaders many seasons ago, they are wary of the keen intelligence that lies within Foxjaw - because it's a similar intelligence that they saw in former leaders that were terrible for ShadowClan's reputation. Even Foxjaw's mentor sometimes wonders if his denmates are right, if his former apprentice might present as far too good to be true. For nothing unnerved him more than seeing the gleam of intelligence in the young cat's eyes back then, as if he'd known far, far more than he ever could. the role player Alias • Swift Age • 24 Pronouns • She/Her Other Characters • None yet!

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