Personality + Physicality
Measurements
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Size
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12" at shoulder
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Build
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16 pounds
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Breed
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siberian cat mix
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Demeanor
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anxious, kind
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Voice
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Mental Attributes
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Hogwarts house
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Hufflepuff
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MBTI
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tbd
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Enneagram
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tbd
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Temperament
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sanguine
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Alignment
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lawful good
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Positive
understanding
warmhearted
caring
Neutral
loyal
calculating
cautious
Negative
timid
anxious
easily stressed
Foxtail is an individual who comes off as a warrior who isn't nearly as brave as his peers. The tom can be a little more timid and shy than most, but that does not mean Foxtail is not brave, and won't jump into action. He has a good heart- he cares about his clanmates, friends and family, and is loyal to RiverClan. Despite a rough apprenticeship, he is always there for one to vent to, and provides for his clan.
Physical Description
Foxtail is a cinnamon/chocolate tabby chimera that stands at 12 inches at the shoulder, with a body length of 16 inches, and approximately weighs 16 pounds. Foxtail has long fur, which might make him appear slightly larger than other clan cats when he matches in size with them. The majority of his body is covered in white fur- besides his face, ears, rump, tail and front right paw. His face is a mixture of two colors- cinnamon and chocolate. The bridge of his nose is cinnamon, almost coming off as red like a fox- hence his name. His forehead and ears are a nice shade of chocolate, giving him that torbie look. His tail and rump are cinnamon, bushy like a fox's tail. His front right paw is cinnamon as well, and finally he has olive green eyes.
Scars / Injuries
Backstory
[foxkit] • [foxpaw] • [foxtail]
Early Life
Foxtail was born to parents Dawnflower and Redfur, named Foxkit for his cinnamon, bushy tail. He was born alongside littermates Hawkkit and Tigerkit, both whom were older than him. The youngest sibling in the litter, Foxkit grew up alongside his littermates. He also befriended a kit named Featherkit, whom wasn't apart of their litter but was bron days apart. She would become one of Foxtail's closest friends later. His kit life in RiverClan was rather uneventful, and it did not last long. At three moons, he became an apprentice of RiverClan.
Adolescence
Now named Foxpaw, he is apprenticed to an older, strict warrior known as Ashpelt. Nearing the age of a senior warrior, the gray warrior was a grouchy, bitter old tom whom was entrusted to shape Foxpaw into a fine warrior. Even as a kit Foxpaw was a skiddish one, and his leader believed a strict mentor would do Foxpaw some good. It would've done good if Ashpelt showed any support or understanding, but his mentor had little room for empathy.
Only a few mere days of being an apprentice, Foxpaw was out in RiverClan territory with his friend Featherpaw, and some older apprentices. The river was iced over, and he watched as the older apprentices stood on the ice. One older apprentice looked his way, and challenged Foxpaw to stand on the frozen river. Flustered and feeling pressure from all the older apprentices watching him, Foxpaw nervously accepted the challenge; and walked onto the ice. The ice didn't break under any of the older's apprentices, but it had been weakening with each other. Foxpaw's weight was what broke the camel's back, and the ice shattered beneath him. He plunged into the frigid water, and immediately began to panic due to his lack of swimming & from how cold the water was. The older apprentices seemed to be frozen in shock, and right when Foxpaw began to sink beneath the surface, he was pulled to safety by Featherpaw.
That fateful day was the catalyst to his fear of water. If his clanmates thought Foxpaw was skiddish, he was even more so now. Ashpelt had no patience for this, and pushed the apprentice hard, giving the apprentice no time to breathe. In battle sessions, Ashpelt would fight with his claws out, even though that was not common practice; and was mostly frowned down upon. Foxpaw struggled to fight back against the experience warrior. He was called weak, useless, and Ashpelt even dared to say Cicadastar would never give him his warrior name. Ashpelt's harsh training didn't stop at that; as Ashpelt refused to have an apprentice who would refuse to swim. After the incident, Foxpaw quickly became a dry-paw and seemingly refused to get into the water. Foxpaw would refuse to enter the river during swim lessons, but one fateful day the older warrior had enough. He grabbed Foxpaw by the scruff and threw him into the river. This is how the rest of their swimming lessons would go down until Foxpaw mastered the skill, relcutantly.
Adulthood
His warrior ceremony arrives on time, to Ashpelt's dismay. If it were up to his mentor, Foxpaw would have never recieved his name. Despite the harsh training sessions, Foxpaw passed his warrior assessment—just barely according to Ashpelt—and was approved to earn his warrior name. He was named Foxtail by Cicadastar, named after his bushy red tail. Admittedly, Foxtail saw his warrior name coming from a mile away— besides being a talented fisher and tracker, he didn't think he had any redeeming qualities to be named after. He received his name alongside his littermate Tigerpaw (named Tigersplash) and friend Featherpaw (named Feathergaze), but he wished his other littermate could've been alongside him too. Her warrior ceremony was delayed, due to an injury she endured that required intensive healing.
At fifteen moons, Foxtail was entrusted with an apprentice by RiverClan's new leader— Smokestar. He was given young Eelpaw to train, whom was also three moons old... just like he was all those moons ago. Foxtail was surprised Smokestar picked him out of all cats. Foxtail still struggles with the water (but refuses to be a dry-paw), and he isn't the best fighter in the clan. That very month, he brings Eelpaw to her first gathering, and the excitement he feels for her is short lived. Blazestar, leader of SkyClan, tells the clans how SkyClan apprentices were attacked by rogues while out on patrol. Those apprentices were too injured to attend their first gathering, and the SkyClan leader proposes a new code: kits must wait until they are six moons old before they can become apprentices. Foxtail, who was horrified by the story told, looked upon his young apprentice. That could've happened to her. While Smokestar agreed to this code, and stated Eelpaw would be the last apprentice to be three moons old, Foxtail felt uneasiness.
At first, Foxtail tried to continue her apprenticeship like normal. Apprentices were not bound to camp, and he began taking her out on patrols and hunting sessions. But as the world they live in is nothing but cruel, a new foe began to make it's presence in RiverClan. Rogues, known as the Red Water Rogues, began to infilrate RiverClan territory during the incredibly leaf-bare. It started out with petty thievery, but it turned into something much worse. Rogues began to ambush patrols, as their desperation for food grew more and more severe. They were out for blood, and killed numerous warriors and apprentices. Foxtail began to get more and more nervous as the conflict deepened, and one fateful night he ran across Lichentail— their deputy. Her patrol had been one of the ones to be ambushed. Her wounds were deep, but at the time he ran across her; her wounds were wrapped up in cobwebs... she was supposed to be resting in the medicine cat den. "Eelpaw... Apprentices will die." Her voice sounded so desperate. He vowed to her that nothing bad would happen to Eelpaw— he won't expose her to any danger.
After his brief talk with Lichentail, Foxtail began to keep Eelpaw in camp. He would send her to do apprentice duties— like replacing moss in the elder's den, or picking out fleas from the elders. At first, this probably seemed normal to do with the rogue problem... some apprentices died from ambushes, and Foxtail was just trying to keep her safe. But even when the rogues were finally expelled, Foxtail continued to keep her in camp. There was no more danger out in the territory, he should've began to bring her out for training sessions again. But he didn't. She was still so so small, and he feared that there were other dangers out there that could hurt her. He... he was only trying to protect her.
His avoidance to train Eelpaw did not go unnoticed. One morning when he sent Eelpaw to groom the elder's pelts, he was about to go out hunting when he was stopped by an older warrior. He was told to go to Smokestar's den, and the young warrior nervously obliged. Upon entering Smokestar's den, he was informed that he'd no longer be training Eelpaw. He felt shame in his chest, but the young warrior didn't fight the ruling. To his relief, Smokestar said he'd be entrusted with an apprentice later, once there's an apprentice whom is six moons. With a heavy head, he agrees— hoping he can prove himself later on.
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