Foxpaw is loud, rude and doesn't care what anyone says or thinks about her- other cat's opinions aren't even a thought as she likes to do her own thing. She is super daring and bold, liking fighting and messing around with others for fun. While she can be a bit rude and overbearing to new cats she meets, she can be super loyal and becomes easily attached to others.

One odd thing most notice about Foxpaw is how she doesn’t particularly see herself as a cat- and like her name suggests- thinks of herself as a fox and often refers to herself as one in third person. While most have tried to change her mind and convince her she is not one…Foxpaw doesn’t seem to get it and will continue thinking she is a fox among cats. Not that it's really a bad thing in the long run.

Before RP

Foxheart was late to open her eyes, having been born to a rogue struggling to survive in the harsh deadlands just called "Foxie". The only thing she can really remember from her first weeks was warm nights snuggled against her mother, loving purrs, meeting a strange smelling family member and then…Coldness. Nothing. Where had her mother gone? What was all the yelling and hissing she could hear muffled by the dirt walls she had been placed in? Foxie opened her eyes to see a bloody fox towering over its prey.

It was her mom!

Foxie felt comforted by the sight of mother and decided to snuggle back down in the den waiting for her to come back. But she never did. Foxie eventually heard pawsteps once again- but they weren't her mother. They were strangers. Foxie wanted to defend her territory like her mom did so she attacked these strange cats- but they simply picked her up and took her to another warm, dry den. She wasn’t cold anymore and they seemed to call her Foxkit.

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Unknown to Foxkit, her mother was once a colony member and had left the colony to live as a rogue with her mate. Unfortunately having a kit, her mate left her and she made preparations to return after meeting her brother Sandscartcher again. She left Foxkit in what she thought was an abandoned fox den- needed to hunt in order to feed. Fall got back from a failed hunt only to see a fox far too close to where she’d left her kit. Foxheart‘s mother fought with all her strength to defend her baby, only getting torn apart in the process by the fox who wanted food. Foxheart’s mind mistook the fox as her kin rather than the prey it had in its jaws. She was soon found by a patrol and they took her back to the colony having found the body of her mother.

Foxheart doesn't remember much of the event being so young, but Foxheart however remembers the fox more than anything and will never stop admiring how brave and powerful the fox she thought was her mother had been. Perhaps that is why Foxheart is the way she is today, believing herself to be a fox rather than a cat. But that doesn't worry her- she is happy and loves the home she has now, blissfully unaware of her past!

During RP

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