Post by LittleLily on Oct 30, 2011 9:12:51 GMT -5
FOXKIT!
Name:
Foxkit
Gender:
Tom
Current Age:
Five Moons
Personality:
There is nothing that could ever change his mind when it comes to letting out his crimes. He's a warm hearted villain with eyes of an angel and that can't change his pace. His love grows stronger while his claws get sharper everyday. Nothing ever from trying to reach the top but he won't forsake who is, but ambition his only knowledge; though from life he will always give.
Clan:
ThunderClan
Rank:
Kit
Eyes:
Blue
Pelt:
Foxkit is a semi-large tom with very handsome features to determine him. He has bright golden ginger fur and only one dark gray paw (like Streamkit) oddly enough. With only two dark gray ears and a very distinctive black tail he looks almost like his own breed. Even as he is young he shows many promising features of a young warrior.
Clan Page Description;
Foxkit; A semi-large golden ginger tom with bright blue eyes.
Scars:
None except the small cut on his shoulder from before he could remember.
|| History ||
Kit;
Foxkit was actually born in RiverClan along with his brother Streamkit. His mother was Watereyes and his father was the deputy Flamepelt. He still would provide for the cats of RiverClan but that can not be since life had different plans.
It was one day as the Creed grew restless that they came in with the night and snatched the poor kit out of his sleep. He yowled and hissed as they were chased across the ShadowClan border. His ears could not pick up the yowls and cries any longer and soon they reached ThunderClan territory. There they were met by a fighting force of cats who had heard his cries. They stood ready but the tom holding Foxkit started to run farther off. His body was tossed into a patch of briars as the Creed tom was attacked. He was left there in the patches for moments wailing out his tired hope and pain. Without open eyes he squinted to see the truth but all he felt as the ThunderClan tom pulled him from the briars was one stick and slightly warm his small shoulder with a cut.
Now he sits as if it were a dream, not truly knowing what happened in that moment as a small kit. He may never know, all he knows is he feels desperately incomplete.
Apprentice;
None
Warrior/Med Cat/MCA;
None
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Sig thanks to Quiara! 
