Cat Name: Foxkit
Tom or She-Cat: Tom
Favorite Warriors Character(s): Hmmm, Graystripe, Spottedleaf, Jayfeather
Familiarity with the series: Have read ALMOST all the series, haven't read the last book or two.
Appearance: A fluffy reddish tom with black feet and spot on chest. His eyes are a bright, vibrant amber.
Personality: Excitable and loud, he loves to run around and get under other cats' paws. He hates sitting still for any amount of time, and loves to practice fighting on his sister, or anyone else who dares to be nearby. He can have a quick temper, and doesn't calm down easliy. His sister is the best at talking sense into him. He can't wait to be a warrior to help defend his clan, but doesn't look forward to hunting for the clan. His heart is in the right place, he cares for his clan, but he looks forward to the glory of battle more then having to hunt and take care of his cla mates. He will probably grow out of it though.
Origins: He and his sister were left by rogues, already with the names Fox and Fawn. Foxkit kind of remembers his life as a rogue, and at times thinks fondly of taking care of himself and his family only. They were taken in by a queen, Mapleheart, who has been feeding them.
RP Sample (A short paragraph of how you would RP): Foxpaw paced around camp, growling and mumbling to himself. He snapped at the kits who were playing by his feet, they mewled and scampered away. Foxpaw looked after them, sorry, but not really. He was not to leave camp today, his mentor was ill with whitecough, and no mentors were available to take him out. He was restless. He felt he needed to practice his newly learned attacks, but, even in his agitated state, knew better then to do so in camp, around the kits. He started to feel really bad for snapping at the kits, and went toward the nursery, which was in reconstruction after a bad storm, to apologize to their mother. She stared at him in stony silence as he stumbled and mumbled through his apology, then nodded and purred softly, "It's alright, everybody has bad days." Then, with a harder tone, she narrowed her eyes and growled, "But don't take it out on my kits again." He nodded and agreed hastily, then slunk away. One of the she-cats working on the nursery waved her tail at him, a purr rising in her throat, her mouth full of replacement moss for bedding. He purred back and headed over to where she was sitting with his sister. Fawnpaw assured him it was OK, the queen was just uneasy. Then the other she-cat bumped and playfully and tossed a moss ball into the air. He felt much better as he laid down the night, after hours of moss ball. He slowly closed his eyes and faded into dreamless sleep.
Cat Name: Fawnkit
Tom or She-Cat: She-cat
Favorite Warriors Character(s): Hmmm, Graystripe, Spottedleaf, Jayfeather
Familiarity with the series: Have read ALMOST all the series, haven't read the last book or two.
Appearance: A light brown she-cat with soft, short fur. Her eyes are a large, soft amber.
Personality: A soft-spoken, quiet kit, who tends to listen more then talk. She is almost the opposite of her brother, she hates the thought of fighting, but knows that if sh must, she must. She loves to sit and listen to elders and senior warriors swap tales, and she'll often fetch prey from the prey-pile for them. She is easy to talk to, just cause she exudes this sense of understanding, or at least she will try to understand. She's easy to be around, and can't wait for the day she can help her clan in anyway possible.
Origins: She and her brother wereleft by rogues, but she remembers little of her time with her birth parents. What she does remember is being alone and fighting all the time. She much prefers it with the clans, where the queen Mapleheart took them in.
RP Sample (A short paragraph of how you would RP): Fawnpaw stood on the tips of her toes and pushed in the last branch. She'd been helping rebuild the nursery after a terrible storm wrecked havoc through the camp. She saw her brother snap angrily at a couple of kits, and sighed quietly to herself. Her brother was restless, and she could see why. He was the type to always want to do something out of camp, especially battle training. She hoped he would apoligize, and was releived to see him go in to talk to the queen. Her friend came over and looked in on Foxkit, a small purr rumbling in her throat. Fawnkit bumped her playfully. "You should just tell him." Her friend sighed. "I know but, I'm so nervous he won't like me back!" "Nonsense!" Fawnkit mewed in mock anger. "Don't be a mousebrain!" Her friend mumbled a little to herself, unsure. "Just wave him over when he comes out, be friendly! I'm sure he'll like you if you give him a chance!" "You're right." She mewed enthusiastically. "Thanks for helping me out." "No problem!" Fawnpaw purred back.
