Post by kimmehh on Mar 14, 2009 7:54:55 GMT -5
Foxheart: "This is the place my dreams led me; as did my heart."
Name | Todd, Foxheart
Gender | Tom
Age | 38 moons
Rank | Medicine Cat
[/font]Gender | Tom
Age | 38 moons
Rank | Medicine Cat
Beliefs
StarClan are the ones who made me who I am today.
Because Foxheart was first born a kittypet, he was raised for the early moons in his life without even knowing who or what StarClan was. However as he grew he had always wondered what happened after death, where dreams did come from, all of that business.
Foxheart first heard of StarClan through the kittypets that had ventured out, met ForestClan and returned home again. He wanted to meet these cats himself. He listened to how they told of StarClan and believed them instantly; then he certainly wanted to find ForestClan. When Foxheart started to dream of odd cats with stars in their fur, he was spellbound. They claimed to be StarClan. They had led him to ForestClan, where he had become StreamClan's medicine cat. StarClan are real, through Foxheart's eyes; otherwise he would still be living as a kittypet.
Foxheart's belief in StarClan can only increase as his life goes on. He believes for a fact that they truly are real, the warrior ancestors watching over the cats for all eternity. Some consider it impossible to alter his belief at all.
[/font]StarClan are the ones who made me who I am today.
Because Foxheart was first born a kittypet, he was raised for the early moons in his life without even knowing who or what StarClan was. However as he grew he had always wondered what happened after death, where dreams did come from, all of that business.
Foxheart first heard of StarClan through the kittypets that had ventured out, met ForestClan and returned home again. He wanted to meet these cats himself. He listened to how they told of StarClan and believed them instantly; then he certainly wanted to find ForestClan. When Foxheart started to dream of odd cats with stars in their fur, he was spellbound. They claimed to be StarClan. They had led him to ForestClan, where he had become StreamClan's medicine cat. StarClan are real, through Foxheart's eyes; otherwise he would still be living as a kittypet.
Foxheart's belief in StarClan can only increase as his life goes on. He believes for a fact that they truly are real, the warrior ancestors watching over the cats for all eternity. Some consider it impossible to alter his belief at all.
Clan | StreamClan
Parents | [mother; Anna; kittypet; NP] , [father; Claw; deceased; NP]
Siblings | [brother; Miles; kittypet; NP]
Other Kin | [nephew; Cedar; kittypet; NP] , [niece; Frost; kittypet; NP] , [niece; Mint; kittypet; NP]
Parents | [mother; Anna; kittypet; NP] , [father; Claw; deceased; NP]
Siblings | [brother; Miles; kittypet; NP]
Other Kin | [nephew; Cedar; kittypet; NP] , [niece; Frost; kittypet; NP] , [niece; Mint; kittypet; NP]
Mate | Not yet; Forbidden
Crush | Not yet; Forbidden
Kits | Not yet; Forbidden
Apprentice | Not yet?
[/font]Crush | Not yet; Forbidden
Kits | Not yet; Forbidden
Apprentice | Not yet?
Appearance |
Looks aren't always everything, you know.
Starting off Foxheart's appearance is the thick coat that covers his body. Thick, yes, but not so much that makes him long-haired. No; Foxheart is a shorthair which is an advantage for swimming and hot days.
The colour of this thick coat is a dark ginger, or red. It is the colour of a burning flame in the dying sunlight. Darker and very faint stripes can be seen - a little - on his back and legs and a few on his face. These stripes make Foxheart a tabby shorthair, of course, which only adds to his somewhat handsome appearance.
Dark ginger is not the only colour on Foxheart's pelt. On his chest and around his neck, much white can be seen, as well as his chin and a stripe of white underneath his left eye. Whiskers are also this same white colour and his nose is a very dark pink; finally, all four paws are dipped in white and the tip of his tail is a much paler white. There is a strange dab of the same colour on his right foreleg, close to the top.
Foxheart is not the tallest, strongest cat around. His build is fairly undersized and small, especially for a tom cat of his age. This does indeed make him weak when fighting but it makes his running and swimming much better.
Finally, finishing off his appearance are two round, solid amber eyes. Both eyes are this dark fire-like colour, similar to his pelt but just that tad more striking. Darker hints can be found within these eyes.
Quite attractive altogether, yes?
Personality |
Yes, I know I am strict, thank you.
Generally, Foxheart is calm and collective. He is quite the perfectionist - always wanting everything to be done the right way without a single flaw. If something minor goes wrong it can sometimes lead to worry or panic. Foxheart is loyal and compassionate, with a warm and caring personality to others. He is often willing to help out and loves to care for other cats.
But don't think he is perfect. Foxheart is certainly far from it. He has a very quick temper with a sharp tongue and a snappy personality. This tom can be stubborn and very strict, firm and always wanting everything to be done right - or not done at all. This is one of the most noticable things about Foxheart - he has a sharp tongue, a quick temper and a firm certainty about him.
Foxheart is a wise and intelligent cat. This tom is one of those who is a deep thinker and he takes a long time to make a decision, especially if it is important. In times of pressure Foxheart is surprisingly calm but still firm. Often, he has several doubts on his own decisions, but he proceeds with certainty - no matter what the consequences may be he is willing to give something a try.
As far as being a medicine cat goes, Foxheart couldn't ask for more. He loves being the medicine cat of StreamClan dearly, healing others and learning more about StarClan. Ah, yes - Foxheart's belief in StarClan. No cat can doubt that Foxheart looks up to the stars for guidance, that he believes his warrior ancestors are always watching over them. This belief is so strong that many cats consider it to be impossible to alter.
There are times when Foxheart can become very pressured, very uncertain and doubtful or very impatient. Yes, he does have many sides to him; but one side that will always stay with him is the noble cat that believes strongly in StarClan.
Skills |
No, there are many things I cannot do.
Foxheart's main skill to point out is his healing techniques, which just come naturally to him. For most of his life Foxheart has taken a particular liking toward healing and helping cats and so he learned all he could about herbs; using herbs and how they worked, everything. This is why he became quite good at healing - which of course is brilliant for a medicine cat. Also, Foxheart isn't that bad of a hunter; in his early days his father taught him and his brother how to hunt and stalk prey. This isn't really necessary because medicine cats don't often hunt, but it was something else that Foxheart was taught in earlier life. Finally Foxheart is a strong swimmer: he and his brother were taught to swim by their father at a young age.
However there are many things that this tom is not so good at. The main skill he lacks in is fighting; his fighting strength is low, mostly because he hasn't the strength and is somewhat undersized. Foxheart was not built for fighting and so this is why he isn't good at it. He also can improve on tracking a scent; this is something that he is definiately not too good at, even if once again it isn't necessary for a medicine cat. And finally, Foxheart is certainly not very good at climbing; he feels he just never will be.
History |
"I know what we can name them; the dark ginger one can be Todd and the grey one can be Miles."
It had been a warm late greenleaf night when Todd was born, to Anna and Claw, a kittypet she-cat and a rogue tom. He had been born alongside his brother, the much larger of the two; Miles.
Like any other kits, the two brothers were lively and easily excited. Sometimes they were found play-fighting with Miles usually being the winner; other times they were listening to their mother and father tell them about the world around them.
Oh yes, life was good. Living with caring housefolk and his mother and brother, Todd was happy. He saw his father every day and was always plump and full-fed; he couldn't ask for more.
"I'm sorry, Todd, Miles... but you won't be with me any more."
A good life turned bad when Todd found out that he and his brother would be moving to seperate homes, when they were six moons old. He was as shocked as Miles; living apart? Forever?
Surprisingly, the two brothers were put together in a house of two older housefolk. They loved them and cared for them, but didn't feed them as much as their old housefolk. Todd missed his mother but he still managed to see his father lurking about in the trees, on a rare occasion.
At this age Claw finally met them one day, when they were eight moons old. He taught them to hunt and to fight. Todd was far more interested in the hunting and so he didn't listen so much to the fighting. Claw also taught them how to swim; another skill that Todd liked, as he was better at it than his brother.
When Todd and Miles turned twelve moons, they were put through disaster and grief. Claw, while out hunting one day, was killed by a badger; at least, that's what Todd thought. He and Miles had been searching for him and at sunset they had found his dead body reeking of badger scent somewhere near the trees.
"Come on, Todd; life can still be good!"
It had been about two moons until at last Miles had recovered from the grief of losing Claw. The tom had later convinced Todd to be cheerful again, like his old self, though it took some time.
When the two brothers turned fifteen moons, they ventured around Twolegplace to try and find their mother's home. But the area was too large, too confusing; in the end they gave up and managed to find their way back home.
After that Todd never saw his mother again. He and his brother continued living their lives as kittypets, enjoying it for the most part.
Then came the night when Miles met Cassandra. Todd was left alone for several hours after his brother said he was going out for a little while, for many days straight. One day he decided to follow his brother. He followed Miles through a few gardens until he paused in one; Todd hid himself in a tree outside the garden and watched as Miles waited. Then a pretty little white she-cat emerged from the nest, coming over to Miles; they greeted each other with something like affection.
He confronted them. Miles was shocked that Todd had followed him but he wasn't really angry; instead, Todd met Cassandra, who turned out to be Miles' true love.
After that for moons on end Miles kept on visiting Cassandra, spending less and less time with Todd. On his own, Todd chose to roam around the trees in his spare time; this is when he came to learn all of the herbs that grew. He remembered his mother telling him in earlier days what certain herbs looked and smelled like and recognized them by name; junpier, marigold, poppy-seed... all of it.
When Todd turned twenty seven moons, there was even more drama. Cassandra had found out she was expecting kits a while ago and they had come on that day; it was late leaf-bare on a cold night, when she gave birth to three kits. Miles had been ready to burst with pride. They named the kits Cedar, Frost and Mint.
After that Todd never saw Miles again. His brother had chose to stay with his mate and kits, never choosing to visit Todd. But Todd didn't really mind. He enjoyed spending time alone or with his housefolk.
More moons passed, until Todd turned thirty three moons old. That's when he started to hear stories from other kittypets. Stories of how they had gone to this forest, meeting a large group of odd cats called ForestClan. Todd heard about StarClan and discovered that he believed in them. He wanted to meet these cats but he hadn't a clue how to get to them.
Then Todd began dreaming. Dreaming of cats with stars in their fur, starlight shimmering in their eyes. They told him that they were StarClan. And they led the way; they led him to ForestClan. Todd was spellbound and slightly bewildered when he found out more about these cats; their traditions, their customs, the warrior code. When the new Clans were formed, Todd decided to become a member of StreamClan; he took up the name Foxheart.
Then he was told that it was his destiny to become StreamClan's medicine cat. Such an important role; Foxheart was pleased and honored at the same time and he gladly accepted.
Five moons has passed since that wonderful life-changing day and Foxheart still lives, serving StreamClan as medicine cat and always looking to the stars.
Role Play Example |
Dawn light glittered and danced on the water as it flowed past. The trees stood tall and unmoving, casting long black shadows across the forest. StreamClan was calm, safe. As it always would be.
Foxheart stood on a rock jutting out just above the stream, staring at himself in the water. A warm look glowed in his deep amber eyes. "Look at yourself now," he murmured to himself. "Look at what you have become."
As usual, his only reply was the calm breeze of late leaf-bare wind, ruffling his dark ginger-and-white coat. Foxheart seated himself on the smooth grey stone and wrapped his tail neatly around his snowy white paws, tilting his head to one side and listening to the birdsong. The medicine cat could see the sun starting to rise on the horizon, turning the dark sky light, forcing indigo to pale red. By now the stars had completely disappeared, leaving a clear and cloudless pale red sky.
A soft sigh passed the tom's maw. "Life is good. In fact, I'm glad I left the life of a kittypet behind. I'm sure Miles is happy with Cassandra and their kits." Memories of his brother flooded over him and he pushed them away with a flick of his ears, as if he didn't want to face grief of not having a close companion beside him through thick and thin. Miles had been with him all his life until Cassandra came along; then Foxheart never saw him again.
Oh, well. Those times were gone now. Foxheart's heart was set toward his Clan, toward the ones he now cared for and loved as if they were truly his own kin. And then there was StarClan. He couldn't begin to think of all that he owed his warrior ancestors; how they brought him to the cats of ForestClan, how they stayed with him and chose his path to be that of a medicine cat.
Without StarClan, Foxheart wouldn't be who he is today.
[/size][/font][/center]Looks aren't always everything, you know.
Starting off Foxheart's appearance is the thick coat that covers his body. Thick, yes, but not so much that makes him long-haired. No; Foxheart is a shorthair which is an advantage for swimming and hot days.
The colour of this thick coat is a dark ginger, or red. It is the colour of a burning flame in the dying sunlight. Darker and very faint stripes can be seen - a little - on his back and legs and a few on his face. These stripes make Foxheart a tabby shorthair, of course, which only adds to his somewhat handsome appearance.
Dark ginger is not the only colour on Foxheart's pelt. On his chest and around his neck, much white can be seen, as well as his chin and a stripe of white underneath his left eye. Whiskers are also this same white colour and his nose is a very dark pink; finally, all four paws are dipped in white and the tip of his tail is a much paler white. There is a strange dab of the same colour on his right foreleg, close to the top.
Foxheart is not the tallest, strongest cat around. His build is fairly undersized and small, especially for a tom cat of his age. This does indeed make him weak when fighting but it makes his running and swimming much better.
Finally, finishing off his appearance are two round, solid amber eyes. Both eyes are this dark fire-like colour, similar to his pelt but just that tad more striking. Darker hints can be found within these eyes.
Quite attractive altogether, yes?
Personality |
Yes, I know I am strict, thank you.
Generally, Foxheart is calm and collective. He is quite the perfectionist - always wanting everything to be done the right way without a single flaw. If something minor goes wrong it can sometimes lead to worry or panic. Foxheart is loyal and compassionate, with a warm and caring personality to others. He is often willing to help out and loves to care for other cats.
But don't think he is perfect. Foxheart is certainly far from it. He has a very quick temper with a sharp tongue and a snappy personality. This tom can be stubborn and very strict, firm and always wanting everything to be done right - or not done at all. This is one of the most noticable things about Foxheart - he has a sharp tongue, a quick temper and a firm certainty about him.
Foxheart is a wise and intelligent cat. This tom is one of those who is a deep thinker and he takes a long time to make a decision, especially if it is important. In times of pressure Foxheart is surprisingly calm but still firm. Often, he has several doubts on his own decisions, but he proceeds with certainty - no matter what the consequences may be he is willing to give something a try.
As far as being a medicine cat goes, Foxheart couldn't ask for more. He loves being the medicine cat of StreamClan dearly, healing others and learning more about StarClan. Ah, yes - Foxheart's belief in StarClan. No cat can doubt that Foxheart looks up to the stars for guidance, that he believes his warrior ancestors are always watching over them. This belief is so strong that many cats consider it to be impossible to alter.
There are times when Foxheart can become very pressured, very uncertain and doubtful or very impatient. Yes, he does have many sides to him; but one side that will always stay with him is the noble cat that believes strongly in StarClan.
Skills |
No, there are many things I cannot do.
Foxheart's main skill to point out is his healing techniques, which just come naturally to him. For most of his life Foxheart has taken a particular liking toward healing and helping cats and so he learned all he could about herbs; using herbs and how they worked, everything. This is why he became quite good at healing - which of course is brilliant for a medicine cat. Also, Foxheart isn't that bad of a hunter; in his early days his father taught him and his brother how to hunt and stalk prey. This isn't really necessary because medicine cats don't often hunt, but it was something else that Foxheart was taught in earlier life. Finally Foxheart is a strong swimmer: he and his brother were taught to swim by their father at a young age.
However there are many things that this tom is not so good at. The main skill he lacks in is fighting; his fighting strength is low, mostly because he hasn't the strength and is somewhat undersized. Foxheart was not built for fighting and so this is why he isn't good at it. He also can improve on tracking a scent; this is something that he is definiately not too good at, even if once again it isn't necessary for a medicine cat. And finally, Foxheart is certainly not very good at climbing; he feels he just never will be.
History |
"I know what we can name them; the dark ginger one can be Todd and the grey one can be Miles."
It had been a warm late greenleaf night when Todd was born, to Anna and Claw, a kittypet she-cat and a rogue tom. He had been born alongside his brother, the much larger of the two; Miles.
Like any other kits, the two brothers were lively and easily excited. Sometimes they were found play-fighting with Miles usually being the winner; other times they were listening to their mother and father tell them about the world around them.
Oh yes, life was good. Living with caring housefolk and his mother and brother, Todd was happy. He saw his father every day and was always plump and full-fed; he couldn't ask for more.
"I'm sorry, Todd, Miles... but you won't be with me any more."
A good life turned bad when Todd found out that he and his brother would be moving to seperate homes, when they were six moons old. He was as shocked as Miles; living apart? Forever?
Surprisingly, the two brothers were put together in a house of two older housefolk. They loved them and cared for them, but didn't feed them as much as their old housefolk. Todd missed his mother but he still managed to see his father lurking about in the trees, on a rare occasion.
At this age Claw finally met them one day, when they were eight moons old. He taught them to hunt and to fight. Todd was far more interested in the hunting and so he didn't listen so much to the fighting. Claw also taught them how to swim; another skill that Todd liked, as he was better at it than his brother.
When Todd and Miles turned twelve moons, they were put through disaster and grief. Claw, while out hunting one day, was killed by a badger; at least, that's what Todd thought. He and Miles had been searching for him and at sunset they had found his dead body reeking of badger scent somewhere near the trees.
"Come on, Todd; life can still be good!"
It had been about two moons until at last Miles had recovered from the grief of losing Claw. The tom had later convinced Todd to be cheerful again, like his old self, though it took some time.
When the two brothers turned fifteen moons, they ventured around Twolegplace to try and find their mother's home. But the area was too large, too confusing; in the end they gave up and managed to find their way back home.
After that Todd never saw his mother again. He and his brother continued living their lives as kittypets, enjoying it for the most part.
Then came the night when Miles met Cassandra. Todd was left alone for several hours after his brother said he was going out for a little while, for many days straight. One day he decided to follow his brother. He followed Miles through a few gardens until he paused in one; Todd hid himself in a tree outside the garden and watched as Miles waited. Then a pretty little white she-cat emerged from the nest, coming over to Miles; they greeted each other with something like affection.
He confronted them. Miles was shocked that Todd had followed him but he wasn't really angry; instead, Todd met Cassandra, who turned out to be Miles' true love.
After that for moons on end Miles kept on visiting Cassandra, spending less and less time with Todd. On his own, Todd chose to roam around the trees in his spare time; this is when he came to learn all of the herbs that grew. He remembered his mother telling him in earlier days what certain herbs looked and smelled like and recognized them by name; junpier, marigold, poppy-seed... all of it.
When Todd turned twenty seven moons, there was even more drama. Cassandra had found out she was expecting kits a while ago and they had come on that day; it was late leaf-bare on a cold night, when she gave birth to three kits. Miles had been ready to burst with pride. They named the kits Cedar, Frost and Mint.
After that Todd never saw Miles again. His brother had chose to stay with his mate and kits, never choosing to visit Todd. But Todd didn't really mind. He enjoyed spending time alone or with his housefolk.
More moons passed, until Todd turned thirty three moons old. That's when he started to hear stories from other kittypets. Stories of how they had gone to this forest, meeting a large group of odd cats called ForestClan. Todd heard about StarClan and discovered that he believed in them. He wanted to meet these cats but he hadn't a clue how to get to them.
Then Todd began dreaming. Dreaming of cats with stars in their fur, starlight shimmering in their eyes. They told him that they were StarClan. And they led the way; they led him to ForestClan. Todd was spellbound and slightly bewildered when he found out more about these cats; their traditions, their customs, the warrior code. When the new Clans were formed, Todd decided to become a member of StreamClan; he took up the name Foxheart.
Then he was told that it was his destiny to become StreamClan's medicine cat. Such an important role; Foxheart was pleased and honored at the same time and he gladly accepted.
Five moons has passed since that wonderful life-changing day and Foxheart still lives, serving StreamClan as medicine cat and always looking to the stars.
Role Play Example |
Dawn light glittered and danced on the water as it flowed past. The trees stood tall and unmoving, casting long black shadows across the forest. StreamClan was calm, safe. As it always would be.
Foxheart stood on a rock jutting out just above the stream, staring at himself in the water. A warm look glowed in his deep amber eyes. "Look at yourself now," he murmured to himself. "Look at what you have become."
As usual, his only reply was the calm breeze of late leaf-bare wind, ruffling his dark ginger-and-white coat. Foxheart seated himself on the smooth grey stone and wrapped his tail neatly around his snowy white paws, tilting his head to one side and listening to the birdsong. The medicine cat could see the sun starting to rise on the horizon, turning the dark sky light, forcing indigo to pale red. By now the stars had completely disappeared, leaving a clear and cloudless pale red sky.
A soft sigh passed the tom's maw. "Life is good. In fact, I'm glad I left the life of a kittypet behind. I'm sure Miles is happy with Cassandra and their kits." Memories of his brother flooded over him and he pushed them away with a flick of his ears, as if he didn't want to face grief of not having a close companion beside him through thick and thin. Miles had been with him all his life until Cassandra came along; then Foxheart never saw him again.
Oh, well. Those times were gone now. Foxheart's heart was set toward his Clan, toward the ones he now cared for and loved as if they were truly his own kin. And then there was StarClan. He couldn't begin to think of all that he owed his warrior ancestors; how they brought him to the cats of ForestClan, how they stayed with him and chose his path to be that of a medicine cat.
Without StarClan, Foxheart wouldn't be who he is today.
We have a cbox again and we're opening the place up as a closed, members only rp