Posts by Foxfang.

[justify]Green eyes surveyed the moorlands before him, red tabby tail swishing out behind him. It had taken him awhile to get to the clan's territory but he was there now. Standing tall the eight moon old boy let a small smile appear on his maw as he spoke up. "Hey, is this WindClan?" The boy's words came out in a questioning tone despite being reasonably certain, his voice came out loud enough that the slight breeze wouldn't blow it away. Hopefully it wouldn't take long for someone to get to him.

[justify]Hey guys, I'm Weston/Wes. I play Foxpaw here, he's still pretty new to the place though. I go by female pronouns and I'm Australian which means I'm often on at different times to pretty much everyone. Outside of WindClan I only play one other character in the main game, Alicia Carr, a ranger over in ArcadianClan. I play tennis in the summer and absolutely adore it so you can often hear me talking about tennis and tennis players and stuff - especially this part of the year when there's tennis on TV 24/7 over here in Australia. I run year round but I don't do it competitively or anything. Ah, I really love to read and write. I also sing and play guitar. I really love Harry Potter and Taylor Swift and Vance Joy and also lots of other artists and stuff. I'm super talkative so don't be afraid to shoot me a PM or say hi <3

[justify]As the female came into view the boy's green eyes fell upon her and he offered her his friendly smile. Ah, so he had come to the right place! Foxpaw actually had a pretty good sense of direction and the moor seemed like the place the loner awhile back had described to him so it was good to hear that he had gotten it right. "Foxpaw and I'm actually hoping to join, if I'm allowed." He answered, giving her a small nod of his head. His mother might have spent half her time investing in drugs and alcohol, but she had taught him manners at least.

[justify]Current Name: Foxpaw
Previous names: Foxkit
Future names: Foxfang

Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual

Age: 8 moons
D.O.B: May 17th, 2015

Allegiance: WindClan
Rank: Apprentice

Mentor: N/A

Appearance: Foxpaw was quite obviously named for the colour of his fur. Despite it being relatively short in length, it is bright ginger and not unlike that of the red fox, a common predator of the clan cats who live in areas populated by the canines. Whilst the base colour is a bright ginger, his fur has a striped pattern on it of the classic tabby style which appears in a slightly darker shade. Foxpaw likes to think of this colour as auburn, although he doesn't come across mirrors enough to know much about his appearance. For such a young and still rowdy boy, he manages to keep his fur pretty neat although it's far from immaculate.

Underneath his short ginger fur, Foxpaw has a slightly lanky build. He's only slightly above average height but still stands a little taller than the majority of females his age do. Skinny, he has long legs that he hasn't quite grown into. Despite this, his shoulders are slowly broadening and it is becoming clear that he will have the build of a skilled fighter once he grows a little more.

A few of the finer details about this tomcat's bodies include his eyes. Roughly almond shaped, both of Foxpaw's eyes are, thankfully, fully functioning. In colour they're a vivid green the colour of grass in spring and despite not being endlessly deep or alluring, they're curious looking and knowledgeable. A little bit below his eyes is his nose, which on cats can be varying from blacks to salmon pink. Foxpaw's nose in particular is black and shiny against his red tabby pelt. Coming out from his cheeks on either side of his knows are a handful of whiskers. They stretch our the width of his body and are white, darkening down to black at their tips.

Personality: For the most part Foxpaw is a quite social person. He's of the ESFP personality type and the E stands for extroverted which is quite true. He's always up for a chat and doesn't mind approaching others, nor does he find it hard to meet new people or talk to those who aren't yet familiar to him. The male's people skills are pretty good and his mother made sure to teach him his manners well. This extroversion also shows that he's fairly expressive and it's not hard to tell how he's feeling. He's also a hands on and action based person, the sort that loves to be up and doing something rather than sitting around. Thus, practical lessons are his forte, unlike theory ones. He also has a very easy sense of humour, although around friends this seems to be more shown in the form of friendly sarcasm.

The S stands for sensing, marking him as a practical person. Despite traditional also being a word used to describe those with the sensing in their personality type, Foxpaw is far from it. After all, homosexuality is not exactly seen as traditional by a fair number of people. Regardless, he has a real knack for details and can often remember the finer points of certain things. This is, undoubtedly, helped by the fact that he has a photographic memory. Foxpaw can remember things he has seen or looked at perfectly as he can see pictures of it in his mind. It goes without saying that he's also quite down to earth and isn't the sort you would see off with their head in the clouds.

In the ESFP personality type, the F refers to feeling. This indicates him as a very accepting person when it comes to others, their beliefs, emotions and differences. He's empathetic and as such is able to pick up and identify feelings of sadness, anger, worry and similar things in other people. Especially those he is friends with. Despite this, Foxpaw does have a temper which is often referred to as being rather fiery. When something ticks him off he doesn't hold back and isn't afraid to voice his opinion. Overall he's a warm person though, sort of a peacemaker.

The final part of his personality type is the P which stands for perceiving. Mainly this indicates his outlook and view on life. He's a spontaneous person and doesn't often think things through before saying or doing them which can land him in some trouble. A flexible guy, he doesn't mind changing his plans or having others change them last minute. This is most likely due to the fact that he is, by nature, an adventurous person. Energetic and curious, he's enthusiastic about life and quite open minded too.

History: Foxpaw was born on May 17th of 2015, a Sunday, at roughly 3:30pm. He was born to Alice (formerly a warrior by the name of Gardentea) and his father was a guy by the name of Darryn that his mother had a one night stand with one time. His father doesn't even know of Foxpaw's existence or that of any of his siblings and it's highly unlikely that Alice even bothered to tell him when she fell pregnant. Thus, not much is known about Darryn except that he was definitely up for a one night stand with Alice the night he came across her.

Alice was heavily into drugs and drinking and despite this, she still refused to let her children get involved with either of them. Foxpaw distinctly remembers the fact that although she was often high or drunk, she never actually drank the alcohol or took the drugs in front of them. Not once did she let her kids see her ingesting the stuff. Thus despite the fact that she was either high or drunk 90% of the time, she kept her kids safe and they did matter to her. She was a little bit of a slag herself but she brought all of her kids up properly, teaching them manners and how to behave although that was about as far as it went when it came to Alice teaching them anything.

At the age of seven and a half moons, Alice decided that it was time for her kids to get out and see the world. So she sent them away, telling them that she'd be in the same place if they ever needed her but she didn't want to see them coming back. So Foxpaw didn't. For awhile he wandered around, drifting from place to place and picking up basic survival skills as he adapted to his new lifestyle. He didn't stay with any of his siblings and nor did he keep in touch with them, they all drifted away.

Around the age of eight moons, Foxpaw made friends with a girl by the name of Sienna. She was a loner a few moons older than him and he stuck with her for a few weeks before she suggested that he go find a clan if he wanted to stay in one place for she was more of a traveler. After deciding upon WindClan, she gave him directions and he bade her farewell, setting off to find the clan.

On the 22nd of January, 2016, Foxpaw became an apprentice of WindClan.

[justify]The sound of paws and a friendly seeming voice had the boy lifting his gaze from the unknown female to an older tomcat as they came on over. So he was accepted? Great! It was a relief indeed to hear that he hadn't come all the way to WindClan just to line himself up for disappointment. Of course Foxpaw didn't exactly realise that all the clans had an auto-acceptance policy these days and he was in from the moment he said that he'd like to join.

Foxpaw met the older male's soft grin with his own friendly smile before his gaze and attention once again shifted. This time he was looking up for his grass-green eyes to fall upon the form of a snow leopard, someone who was big enough to intimidate him a little. Thankfully the leopardess didn't sound scary though as she welcomed him and introduced herself as Shiftingallegiances. A long name that Foxpaw would certainly struggle to remember but he was pretty sure he'd manage. Plus, she was a snow leopard so her species alone was pretty distinctive. Giving her the same friendly smile he'd flashed to the others, the red tabby gave a nod of his head.

"Thanks guys, it's nice to meet you."

[justify]The appropriately named red tabby cat had, quite recently, joined the clan and he wasn't yet sure about the identity of most of his clanmates. He'd managed to meet a couple when he'd joined but the eight moon old apprentice was almost certain that there were more people in the clan then what he'd met. Actually, he was more than almost certain, he was certain. Thus the handy idea of a meet and greet popped into the young boy's head. He figured that it was a quick and easy way to meet as many of his fellow WindClanners as possible. Thus one could spot the feline seated near the center of the camp with his vivid green eyes glancing around, briefly wondering how many people were about. Oh well, he'd soon find out.

"Anyone up for a meet and greet?" Foxpaw called, his friendly smile sliding into place on his maw even as he spoke.

[justify]Green coloured eyes turned up towards Sabbath as the other boy came over. He didn't offer any words or much in the way of a smile but he did let out a small purr which Foxpaw assumed was the guy's form of greeting. The red tabby cat smiled in a friendly manner back at the guy, giving him a small nod of his head in acknowledgement and greeting as his mind got to wondering. Why hadn't the other boy said anything? Everyone else had. Was the guy sick? Maybe he didn't believe in greeting people... Eh, it probably wasn't any of his business. If Foxpaw had known he couldn't speak because he'd bitten his tongue right off then he probably would've been horrified, because who on earth wanted to bite their tongue off?

Hearing another purr of greeting, Foxpaw's green eyes left Sabbath and shifted over to another boy as they made their way over. This one spoke, which was something the tabby cat felt a little relieved about. It wasn't that he didn't like the mute boy, it was just strange for Foxpaw to come across someone who wasn't talking. Most people seemed to be real chatterboxes these days, in fact Foxpaw was no exception once he got used to being around others. Once you became his friend it was unlikely you'd ever be able to shut him up.

The feline greeted him and then conjured up a flowercrown, something which made the tomcat's green eyes light up. He could conjure stuff? Cool! Foxpaw himself didn't have any powers but he did happen to think they were quite interesting indeed. As the flowercrown was held out to him, the apprentice ducked his head so it was placed atop of him. There, now he was wearing it. People might think of flowercrowns as girly things but Foxpaw didn't. What was the difference between "girl's things" and "boy's things"? If he wanted to wear a flowercrown then he damn well would. Returning Waylon's smile he spoke. "Thank you - nice to meet you, Waylon."

[justify]Paws padding against the ground and coming in his direction caught the tabby's attention. Green eyes shifted slightly to fall upon the younger, brown furred form of Felix. The younger boy wore a warm and optimistic smile, one that Foxpaw returned with the friendly smile he gave most people he wasn't yet overly familiar with. "Foxpaw, it's nice to meet you." The tall domestic responded with a nod of his head. And nice it was indeed, that was one more name and face he'd now know around the place. Plus the kit seemed like a nice guy, a potential friend.

The person the feline's grass-green gaze fell upon was the familiar figure of the American Bobtail, Waylon. Yes, Foxpaw certainly did happen to remember the guy. In fact the red furred tabby still had the flowercrown that the older boy had given to him when he'd joined. Shooting Waylon a smile, the apprentice gave a nod of his head. "Of course, Waylon! You gave me the flowercrown." He stated, mentioning the flowercrown in order to show that he certainly wasn't just being polite and fibbing when he said he remembered the boy.

[justify]Okay, so Foxpaw is in some dire need of relationships - friends, enemies, you name it.

A bit about him though. He's an eight moon old red tabby with green eyes and he's currently an apprentice. He's pretty friendly and generally a happy guy, but with that said he can be sarcastic - more often around friends and in a joking way rather than rudely - and he also has a fiery temper to match his pelt. Ah, sexuality wise he's homosexual but hasn't yet acknowledged this. That's basically all you need to know really. Apart from the fact that I'm not up for litters and/or having him killed (:

[justify]Sure! Want me to make threads? (:

[justify]// I suck at first posts so please excuse the slightly crap quality (x

Foxpaw had met a handful of his new clanmates and despite not having been a part of WindClan for very long at all, he was liking it. The people were certainly friendly enough! Plus he'd managed to score a flowercrown as a welcoming gift, something which the tabby tomcat was quite happy about indeed. Speaking of the flowercrown, Foxpaw could currently be seen somewhere near the center of the camp, his green eyes searching around for the creator of said flowercrown. He'd asked an NPC not too long ago and they'd said that they had seen Waylon around in the camp, thus the bright ginger male had gone there looking for him. Waylon had said to ask him if he need anything and as a matter of fact he did.

"Waylon? You around?" The voice of the tabby called out, fresh grass-green eyes flickering around in search for the American Bobtail. Hopefully he hadn't missed him, it'd be a shame indeed if the older boy had already left the camp.

[justify]// My first posts are always awful, so please ignore how crappy this turned out (x

There were many things that Foxpaw happened to be, a great hunter was not one of them. He had a good sense of direction but he was crappy when it came to sneaking along and capturing his prey by surprise. His lack of hunting skills mainly depended upon the fact that he wasn't light enough on his paws to sneak around. Tall and somewhat lanky, the ginger tabby showed signs of broadening shoulders and a slightly thicker build appearing in the future. This sort of figure might be great for fighting, something which he was alright at now, but it certainly wouldn't help him when it came to hunting. Nevertheless the young tomcat could be seen making his way into camp with a small bird clamped gingerly in his jaws. He was always careful with his kills, especially if he wasn't going to be the one eating them. Holding on too tight made the creature bleed out more or it squished it which only made it messy and look somewhat unappealing, thus he was careful with it. Dropping his bird, which he had no idea how he'd managed to catch, onto the fresh kill pile his green eyes glanced up to spot the familiar figure of Felix whom he'd met the other day at a meet and greet.

Offering a friendly smile the eight moon old boy stood up, deciding to go see the boy. "Hey Felix, whatcha up to?" Foxpaw asked as he approached the younger kid.

[justify]Had he missed him? The green eyes of the tabby tomcat couldn't see the male anywhere. Maybe he shouldn't have grabbed something to eat before coming to find him after all. Foxpaw was preparing to go and do something before coming back to find the other boy later when the sound of paws caught his attention. Ears pricking, his green eyes shifted to see Waylon padding on over, smile on his face and his eyes bright as he asked what he needed. Returning the boy's easy smile, Foxpaw spoke up.

"Hey, was wondering if you had any free time? Just to give me a tour or something." The fluffy ginger tabby cat meowed, tail swishing out behind him as he spoke. "Only if you want to, you don't have to." He added on, not wanting to pressure the boy into showing him around.

[justify]Falling asleep on the border? Now that was something that you didn't see everyday. Slight amusement played on the red tabby boy's maw as he made his way over, long legs carrying him easily. Caitlin, as she had introduced herself, seemed to be a real sleepyhead - heck she'd even asked if they had comfy beds! Yet Foxpaw wasn't going to judge, he knew that there were illnesses that made people more tired and what if she had one of them? Judging people by their illnesses wasn't alright at all and at eight moons even he knew that. Thus his usual smile appeared on his maw as his grass-green eyes looked out at the girl. "Nice to meet you, Caitlin, I'm Foxpaw." He meowed, introducing himself with a small nod of the head. It had only been the other day that he himself had joined and it was interesting being on the other side of the whole joining process.

[justify]As Felix looked up at him with a smile as he said his hello, his voice sounding quite bright and cheery. It appeared that the kid was in a good mood, as was Foxpaw, actually. But then again he was very rarely in bad moods and he supposed it was the same for Felix because the kid seemed like a pretty cheery guy. Ears pricked, the tabby listened as the brown furred boy explained that he was trying to learn his six times tables and that he wasn't very good past six times six, but also that he was good at his threes. Maths. It had been a subject that had never really been able to capture the boy's interest and he could do basic maths but his times tables certainly weren't up to standard. Hearing the younger feline talk about times tables now made the red furred lad realised that Felix most certainly was a bright young person.

Smiling the tabby cat gave a nod of his head. "I would offer to help you with them, but maths isn't my strong point I'm afraid." He stated with a small shrug, the words coming out almost sheepishly. His mother might have taught him his manners but she'd never really bothered much for maths, in fact Foxpaw could remember her high pitched voice asking him what in the point in it was if he was "never going to use it in the real world".

[justify]Long legs carried the lanky apprentice over, friendly smile showing on his maw as his green eyes observed the canine. An invite from the Fortress of Lakara? Well Foxpaw didn't know much about the Fortress at all but if they were sending WindClan invites then he supposed that they were probably allies of the clan. Reaching the male the red tabby gave him a small nod of his head as he spoke up. "I can't accept the invitation so you'll have to wait for someone else to get here, but nice to meet you - name's Foxpaw. Anything I can do for you in the meantime?"

[justify]When Waylon asked him if he liked it the tabby cat grinned, giving him a nod of the head. "Of course, it's great!" He stated, his smile lighting up his features and his words quite sincere. He did like it, it was great! The apprentice's green gaze shifted from Waylon as a whole bunch of people came over. There was Kendall, Sans (who looked quite interesting), Colourkit, Shiftingallegiances (he'd already met her though), Wishfulkit, Thimblepaw, Lostpaw, Rudy and Toriel. They all seemed quite nice, too! Smiling at them all the feline spoke up. "Nice to meet you all, I'm Foxpaw." He stated, introducing himself again in case they hadn't caught his name before. There were a lot of new faces to learn.

[justify]Foxpaw watched with a smile as the boy's chocolaty eyes lit up, the flecks of blue shining through when he grinned. He hadn't noticed the blue in the other boy's eyes earlier, which was strange because he had a photographic memory. But then again he hadn't needed to think back on the other boy's eye colour before and so he wasn't all that surprised by the fact he hadn't known. Foxpaw grinned and gave the other feline a nod of his head as he agreed to give him a tour. Thank goodness he had someone willing to show him around!

"Did you p-pick a cabin yet?" A cabin? Foxpaw hadn't even really thought about finding a cabin yet and so he found himself shaking his head. "No, not yet." Honestly the boy wasn't keen on living in such a big structure by himself. It'd feel empty and somewhat lonely, although he supposed he would get used to it.

[justify]As the boy began to speak about the cabins the red tabby pricked his ears, showing he was paying attention. Waylon would help him find one and decorate it? Great! It'd be handy indeed for when it came to decorations and arty stuff Foxpaw seemed to fail quite miserably. The arts had never been his strong point despite being more into the hands on stuff than the theory. It would definitely be helpful to have Waylon on board with the decorating efforts, maybe he'd even pick up a thing or two along the way.

Then Waylon was muttering about Foxpaw moving in with him and the green eyed boy felt himself smiling again, watching as the older of the two lowered his head and shuffled his paws in the snow under them. "Would you mind?" He asked, giving an inquiring tilt of his head as he spoke. "If I move in with you? It'll only be a short time and I'll try not to annoy you too much." The tabby cat stated, shooting him a friendly smile. He probably would annoy Waylon for once you befriended him, the closer you got to him the more talking he seemed to do.

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