Post by padfoot on Aug 6, 2009 14:08:47 GMT -5
FOXSTAR.
I have lived for 32 moons.
Born to the Clan of WIND.
Sex me up, I'm a MALE.
I stand beside my Clan as a LEADER.
I am DEEP GREY FLECKED WITH WHITE, BUSHY TAIL, YELLOW EYES.
To go into detail, I AM BUILT LIKE A FOX. MY LEGS ARE LONG, TERRIFIC FOR RACING ACROSS THE MOORS, AND MY TAIL IS BUSHY. MY BACK IS A DEEP SHADE OF GREY, WHITE HAIR FLICKED THROUGHOUT IT. MY UNDERCOAT IS A DARK GINGER, STRETCHING TO MY STOMACH, AND MID-LEG. MY UNDERBELLY IS WHITE, AND FROM MY KNEES DOWN IS WHITE. A DARK, GLOSSY BLACK LINE FLOWS A STRAIGHT LINE FROM MY SHOULDERS TO THE TIP OF MY TAIL. MY EARS POINT STRAIGHT UP IN A LAZY TRIANGLE, THE EDGES A TINTED BLACK, THOUGH THE BACK IS A SOLID GINGER COLOR. MY EYES GLINT LIKE GOLD, AND A LAZY MASK DRAWS THE LINES OF MY FACE..
I may be a bitch, but this is how I act; I HAVE A VERY SHORT TEMPER, AND I AM QUICK TO SNAP. MY RULES ARE LAW FOR MY CLAN, AND I DON'T LIKE TRAITORS. I AM SLY, CUNNING, AND SPITEFUL. I HOLD GRUDGES, THOUGH ONLY IF NEEDED. I DON'T MIND TEACHING OTHERS A LESSON, AND I REQUIRE MY CLAN TO BE AS NEAR PERFECT AS POSSIBLE. I DON'T DEAL WELL WITH LAZY CATS, SO DON'T EXPECT TO LOUNGE AROUND THE CAMP ALL DAY. I, MYSELF, GO ON EVERY HUNTING TRIP POSSIBLE, CHECK THE BORDERS CONSTANTLY, OR GO OUT AND BATTLE TRAIN THE APPRENTICES. I AM CONSTANTLY VIGILENT, EVEN IN SLUMBER. I'M NOT QUICK TO 'TAME,' AND MY PATIENCE IS VERY SHORT..
Tell them my past. It goes like this; I DON'T LIKE TO SPEAK OF MY PAST, BUT SINCE YOU WON'T LEAVE ME ALONE UNTIL I DO, IT GOES LIKE THIS: MY MOTHER WAS A TRAITOR. SHE BORE ME THE WHELP OF A SHADOWCLAN MONGREL HIMSELF, MAKING ME HALF WIND, PART SHADOW AND PART RIVER. I WAS ASHAMED OF THEM BOTH, NOT THE LEAST BIT SAD WHEN THEY...PASSED. I'M A SELF-CENTERED SON OF A BITCH, UNDERSTOOD? NOW THAT THATS OUT IN THE OPEN, WE CAN MOVE ON. I DIDN'T LEARN OF MY HERITAGE UNTIL I WAS ALMOST A WARRIOR. I HEARD THE SNEERINGS OF OLDER CATS EVERYDAY, AND I HAD LONG SINCE BEEN USED TO IT. BUT THEY WERE SPEAKING LOUD, OF MY MOTHER. AT THE TIME, I HAD STILL LOVED HER. THEY WONDERED ALOUD HOW A "HALF-HALF-BREED CAT HAD EVER BEEN ALLOWED INTO WINDCLAN. HOW COME THE LEADER LET HIM STAY, KNOWING WHAT HE WAS." IT CONFUSED ME, AND I PROMPTLY ASKED MY BITCH OF A MOTHER. SHE TOLD ME THE WHOLE THING. WHEN I HAD BEEN CONCIEVED, WHO I HAD BEEN CONCIEVED FROM, EVEN HOW I HAD BEEN CONCIEVED. THIS SHE DESCRIBED IN DEEP DETAIL. I HAD TO FIGHT HARD FROM SLASHING HER THROAT THEN AND THERE. BUT I DIDN'T, AND I SURVIVED THE DAY TO DAY CONFLICTS AND JOKES THAT CAME FROM STAYING IN THE CLAN I WAS 'BORN INTO.' BUT I DID, AND ME STANDING UP TO THEM; MY BRAVERY, COMMITMENT, LACK OF SELF-PITY, AND DETERMINATION THAT EARNED ME THE TITLE OF DEPUTY, AND SOON THERE-AFTER LEADER.