Fox

"Fox" | Male | Kit | 2 Moons

"Mom... I'm.. Im lost... But the tribes taking good care of me... I swear.."

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↳ Kit name meaning;; Fox | His russet coloring accompanied by his cream underbelly ↳ To-Be name meaning;; Locked | Locked

↳ Adult name meaning;; Locked | Locked ↳ Previous names;; Fig ↳ Nicknames;; Foxy

Gender;; Cis Male ↳ Pronouns;; He/Him ↳Voice Claim;; tbd...

Age;; 2 Moons ↳ Birth season;; Spring

Tribe;; Tribe of Rising Moon

↳ Rank;; Kit

↳ Mentor;; N/A

↳ Apprentices;; N/A

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Skills;; ⚫ Strength: ⚫⚪⚪⚪⚪ ⚫ Dexterity: ⚫⚫⚪⚪⚪ ⚫ Constitution: ⚫⚫⚪⚪⚪ ⚫ Intelligence: ⚫⚫⚪⚪⚪

⚫Wisdom: ⚫⚪⚪⚪⚪

⚫ Charisma: ⚫⚫⚪⚪⚪ Book description;; Fox is a russet tom with blue eyes. Overall summary;; Fox's base color borders between red and brown, easily described as "russet" while his underbelly and eyelids are a pale tanish cream. He has a big long dark stripe on his back that extends from his shoulder blades to the tip of his tail, where the cream color takes over again. ↳ Fur;; Average length, wirey feel ↳ Buid;; Small and Lithe ↳ Scent;; Grass

↳ Scars;; None!

notable features;; long ears!

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↳ likes;; what do they like? ↳ dislikes;; what do they dislike? ↳ fears;; what are they afraid of?

↳ habits;; He talks in his sleep

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offspring: N/A

sexual orientation: Unknown (leaning heterosexual) ↳ status;; Single ↳ current attractions;; N/A ↳ past attractions;; N/A

turn ons | Locked turn offs | Locked

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History;; Before birth: Clyde and Rosemary were never supposed to meet. An up tight former kittypet in Clyde, whos picked up naturally how to take care of himself on the island, and a dirty savage in Rosemary, raised by toxic cats and only had instinct to guide her. Often times Rosemary would see Clyde hanging out in a tree, or looking over a waterfall. She envied him. To a degree it was almost dangerous. Her thin, starving form before his plump and well grommed manner. But she couldn't help letting the poor tom stay the night with her as he passed out, most likely from eating bad prey or something. She nursed him back to consciousness, falling asleep in her nest. He was gone the next morning. But a moon later Rosemary found she was carying his kits.

Kithood:

➢ Was Birthed beside 2 sisters, both of which were Stillborns

➢ Named 'Fig' because he was small and plump like a fig

➢ Although she was upset by the fact he was an accident, Rosemary taught him how to survive in the wild, surprisingly picking it up fast.

➢ Fig loved his mother, and listened to her tell him stories. About.. Everything. His family, his father, he was even lucky enough to catch a glimpse of the tom before being pulled away

➢ Curiosity ran rampent in his head, and he ran from home, searching for a way into Clyde's den when a storm hit. He screamed and ran.

➢ He blacked out. Honestly he has no clue what happened, but by the time he consciously opened his eyes he was being brought into the Tribe of Rising Moon by the scruff.

➢Was named Fox for his pelt.

Apprenticeship:

Adulthood:

✔ Notes (can be slow) ✔ Discord ✘ Skype ✔ Comments (can be slow)

✔ Google Docs ✘ Email

Roleplay example;;

LIT ::

Mapleblaze couldn't help her gaze shift to him, finding herself leaning towards him to comfort the tom as he thought. Home. What even was it? GroveClan was the only home the dappled she-cat knew. But it felt so empty now that Bluetuft and Bramblingstripe.. And Irissong... All the cats she would consider friends prior to the war. She sighed, listening to him speak. "If not GroveClan, I'd have no home..." She murmured, blinking up at the tom. StarClan knows she misses some cats. But then there were cats like Nettlestar. Mapleblaze's tail wrapped around herself tightly, ears lowering. What in StarClan's name even was home anymore. Whats home without... Friends.. Or family. She couldnt help feel her heart sink, swelling with something she could only name as shame. Her eyes only narrowed as Aspencry spoke again. Where I belong anymore. She didnt know either, to be fair. Biting down viciously on her bottom lip, she raised her gaze to the sky; peering through the cracks in the leaves to watch the warriors of silverpelt look down at her.. Or maybe look down on Aspencry.. What would she have done to earn the gaze of StarClan upon her pelt? Despite how much she wanted to continue on that path, she pondered the younger tom's words. "StarClan knows I understand..." She murmured quietly, meeting his gaze. "But the future holds something in its paws for everyone... Cats break away, friendships are lost..." She paused, blinking back up at the sky. "Cats die." She choked, clearing her throat and turning to Aspencry once again as he spoke. Wasnt the will of StarClan.. Her ears twitched, piquing her interest.

"Its possible." She murmured, blinking at the tom, her mind traveling down this path. It'd make sense... "For the place of no stars to make something... Like her..." She murmured, pursing her lips in thought, letting her eyes drift closed. Nettlestar... She felt her jaw tighten, before her eyes opened at his following question. *How do we stop someone like that?" "I dont know..." She murmured honesty, shifting her weight from one paw to the other uncomfortably. "But if StarClan was on our side... They should have a solution..." she turned to him, flicking an ear. "Dont you think so?"

SCRIPT ::

Thunderkit: She found herself waddling from the nursery, kicking at the grass below her paws as she had her maw open, dragging her tongue across the two teeth that poked from her mouth at all times. How had she JUST noticed this? Well, does it matter? It was the only thing she could think about right now. How weird her teeth were. They were so cool. Though this funny train of thought stopped short as a somewhat familiar voice yelled something. She whipped around, her confused gaze coming to Peachpaw. She padded towards the calico, giving her shoulder a casual push. "Hey Peeeeeeeachpaw" She greeted, taking a moment to actually remember and say the apprentices name.