FOXSTAR ~ EMBERCLAN

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Theme Song;; 'Undiscovered' by James Morrison.

F.oxstar is the name of which dances in the flames,
Male is the legacy of which I carry,
EmberClan is where my loyalties will always belong,
Leader is the rank which let me live to the fullest,
Featherleaf is the only she-cat who could ever tame my heart.

Apperance;;
Foxstar is a cat who's pride is shown through the way that he appears. Foxstar is truly a large tom, yet he looks bigger than he actually is by his beautiful long deep ginger pelt which always seems to be fluffed up, even when he has just recently been swimming. Although his coat is long and thick, he doesn't have any trouble running through the shallows or swimming around the border with the bay. Foxstar is a rather long-legged tom who stands a lot taller than most cats due to his limbs, but his tail's longer than average length seems to have a decent effect on this as well. Although by the name 'fox' in his name you'd think he's either powerfully stronger or dangerously fast, but really, he's neither. Foxstar is even on all aspects of his life and although is muscular like any male warrior, he can move and incredible speed through the thick rain forest. One of the most captivating things about Foxstar are his startling light blue eyes that no matter what the time or situation are always shining and glittering like the stars across silverpelt. His pelt is still smooth and barely marked apart from a few scars on his hind legs and a deep scar down his right front leg. The tips of his ears are jet black, but that's just the very tip and under his chin he has a faint smudge of white.

Personality;;
When it comes to loyalty, this tom is one cat that believe that there is no way that anyone could break the warrior code accidentally, since every cat is born to clan and a clan only surives if every warriors fights and sticks together to form a group of cats as close as family. Foxstar would never break the warrior code by betraying his clan. To him, EmberClan is all he has and all he would think of serving. This is one tom who is strict and never lets his own clan's loyalty weaken, as traitors are chased out or punished for breaking the laws they were brought up to. Although this is his laws, he can't help about the other clans and those from beyond the laws of starclan and is really a welcoming tom for all those who promise not to break Emberclan's tight bond.

Foxstar is probably one of the most trusting toms around as in he will never turn an injured cat awy and will take the word of a cat against a traitors but that is a severe weakness of his. He is too soft hearted for his own good. This leader puts all his heart into being friends with his entire clan and same to all those out of the clan, to a degree that is. Foxstar is a very popular tom amoung his clan and that's the way he always wants it to be. But Foxstar learns from his mistakes easily and will never back up and trust a cat who has betrayed that balance under his eyes and, more than anything, a leaders trust is soemthing every cat should have. Although he's not a cat that likes to boast about and try to pick up she-cats, he always likes to treat she-cat's how they should be treated, with respect and really he is a very polite and wise tom for his young age.

Foxstar had always had a close bond with his family and as he was growing up, just the thought of loose family members being around the Bay was generally enough to keep him pre-occupied. He likes really to always keep an eye on the family he still has and even though Wolf is his older sister and has her own party of rouges to keep to, he's always keeping an eye out,as he is always doing for his only remaining son, Electricpaw. He really is an overprotective father and, even though he udnerstands that the tom needs his space to learn, Foxstar can't help but always protect him, it's like second nature. Even though he's not too close to the tom, he also keeps a close eye on his nephew kangaootail in BrookClan and is always asking Winterstar how he is if the ginger tom isn't there.

Foxstar's major strength would be his almost perfect battle sytle, which is a combination of speed, strength, wit and agility which always puts him on top of an opponent. Yet with his perfect fighting styles, he is a complete and utter failer when it comes to hunting. He's too heavy on his paws and not quick enough with reflects to chase after faster prey. But one thing he can catch are Bettongs and Potoroos.

Strengths;;

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History;;
<sup>Mother;;
Bluecreek [of] EmberClan - Dead

Father;;
Jetstorm [of] EmberClan - Dead

Brothers;;
Lionstar [of] BrookClan - Dead
Flashfire [of] EmberClan - Dead

Sisters;;
Wolf [Rouge]
Flightwind [of] EmberClan - Dead

Kits;;
Iriskit [of] EmberClan - Dead
Moonkit [of] EmberClan - Dead
Electricpaw [of] EmberClan

Nephew;;
Kangarootail [of] BrookClan</sup>

x.Kithood.x
Foxkit was nothing special, just an oddly shaded ginger kit that looked nothing like his parents, but held the same light pelt as the rest of his siblings. Foxkit, Flightkit and Flashkit were just three hyperactive kits let loose on the soft grass outside the nursery, but always under the eyes of their older siblings, Wolfhowl and Lionrose, who both had only just become warriors when the kits reached the age of three moons. Foxkit always looked up to Lionrose and to him, the huge ginger tom w3ith more a father than an older brother and it looked like out of all the kits, Lionrose was their mothers favorite too. But what was there not to like about his older brother? The tom was huge, swift, polite, strong, obedient, loyal and Foxkit couldn't even imagine any cat being better than his older brother but, at the age of Five moons, he never expected out of no where for a huge group of rouge to suddenly attack the camp. Hidden by his mother along with his siblings and under the guard of Wolfhowl Foxkit barely even watched the battle, he was too interested focusing on Birdkit who was watching the battle more intently and focusing on what was happening more than any other kit. But the young tom lost interest in the tabby she-kit after a while and looked back just in time to see a bunch of rouges corner Lionrose. Wolfhowl pelted across the camp to save her brother while Bluecreek stood over her kits and Foxkit could tell she was debating if she should go back to fighting, go back to leading the clan in fight and holding her rank as Deputy properly or protect the kits and queens.

But before she could act, a huge ginger tom who looked almost identical to Lionrose came over and mistaking him for his older brother, Foxkit ran out to meet him, purring, but to his confusing, Bluecreek gave a frantic yowl and launched herself at the tom but it was then that Foxkit recognized that the tom wasn't Lionrose, but their father, their father that has gone feral as he was told and in horror, Foxkit tried to run away but a rouge snatching him up. What happened next just went too fast for him to see. One moment he was falling towards the ground at an impossibly fast rate, the next he was curled up with his siblings in the medicine cat's den, Lilyflight watching over them sadly. She was dead, Bluecreek was dead. Foxkit didn't believe her that his mother was dead and both his old siblings were gone, disappeared from emberclan territory but he had to face the facts. He felt completely alone.

x.Apprenticeship.x
Foxpaw was taken under the wing of the leader herself, the brave and much loved Stormstar, a kind young she-cat who had been a long time friend of his mothers and mentor to Lionrose. There was no kidding, Foxpaw was worked harder than he could ever had dreams. He barely slept and was always doing something his daily routeen was so exhausting to just think about. Wake up, eat, hunt, elders, fight, elders, patrol, fight, eat, talk with his siblings, patrol, sleep and then it just started all over again. But the hard work he put in really helped as when he was eight moons, he attended his first gathering and in delight, was reunited with Lionrose who was now the BrookClan deputy. Foxpaw couldn't help but admire his brother all over again as the ginger tom told Fopaw about why he and Wolfhowl left and now Foxpaw understood. Their father was going to kill them all. But it wasn't the news of the threats against Lionrose and (now known as) Wolf that shocked him, it was the thought that Birdpaw could be in among all this chaos, when the kit was barely five moons old.

x.Warriorship.x

Made a warrior when he was a proud Eleven moons old, for Foxflash, he couldn't imagine a better life. He was as respected and liked as Lionrose had been and he felt like his entire life had been leading to his life, his perfectly dreams life that he could serve his clan fully without the threats of pain or punishment too severe. He took on his first apprentice when he was thirteen moons old, a delightful little she-cat called Featherpaw who, over the moons that he trained he, Foxflash grew more and more attached to the beautiful she-cat and as she reached thirteen moons, Foxflash knew he'd fallen for the she-cat completely and, barely a day after she became Featherleaf, the two were mates and the young tom couldn't have felt more relaxed. Yet his peace wasn't meant to last.

He didn't think that Birdsong, the she-cat he'd grown up with, the little kit he'd always ignored and who was now fighting beside his own father. Running into battle right beside Stormstar and Breakingdam, the new deputy after his mother, Foxflash only had one thing in mind. Revenge for his mothers death. Launching himself at his own father, the two crashed against the ground in a fierce battle and after what seemed a hour, Foxflash was pinned and in horror was offered the name threat as his brother and sister. To get out and leave emberclan to the true owners or watch all those he cared about most die under the sake of his own mind. But Foxflash had made up his mind. Even though he was terrified of Featherleaf falling under the same death as Bluecreek, he knew his loyalties were only to EmberClan and his loyalties were deeper than any threat and he'd do anything to protect his family. Kicking upward, he fought Jetstorm off, the rouges leaving and leaving the remains of the camp behind, yet to his horror, those dead were too hard for him to bare.

Flashfire, Flightwind and Brekaingdam were dead. Foxflash couldn't do anything but stand in horror over his two litter-mates bodies and just look at them holding his breath, but it was only when Stormstar came to his side did he run to see his mate.

x.Deputyship.x
Foxflash probably had one of the shortest deputy reins of any cat. Barely a moon after named the deputy of EmberClan, Stormstar lost her last life in a battle with Birdsong and once again, Foxflash was sent into a spiral of confusion that he didn't have time for as he was rushed off by Lilyflight to the SpiritStones.

x.Leadership.x
Foxstar as he was named grew into his position, just like any other leader and soon found himself sitting on the cropped out rocks of the Milky Bay next to Lionstar as conspiracy theories started to fly in EmberClan's direction and to Foxstar, it only seemed like Lionstar tried EmberClan. It was three moons later when Featherleaf grew pregnant with his kits and Birdsong's threats had disappeared with the mysterious appearance of Midnighthowl as he'd named her. Let, one again, his peace was broken as Disaster struck and a rebellion of BrookClan, the side that didn't believe in Lionstar's rule attacked the clan and during this time, lionstar and the rest of BrookClan's warriors appeared, forming almost a three sided fight within the EmberClan camp. But from no where, the rouge attacked and the only hope both clans had was the join, even for a brief moment as everything was revealed and BrookClan immediately promise to fight with EmberClan and heal their sins but in the moment, Jetstorm rushed at Foxstar and would have killed him instantly, claiming all his nine lives if Lionstar hadn't given his life and taken the blow, dying at Foxstar and the deputies paws in the middle of EmberClan camp, where the leader was born, and where he died.

It was a struggle to tell Wolf who now and then appeared in EmberClan camp to give her greetings, after all Lionstar was her litter mate. Wolf, although she was upset, was glad that she'd killed the traitorous cat they had to call a father about a moon after Lionstar's death. Even though Wolf was rouge now, she still was loyal to EmberClan at heart. But the sadness just kept coming as Featherleaf died while kitting. But even though this tore Foixstar's heart from his chest, he still had two precious tom-kits to call his, well, until the smallest was killed by a Tasmanian devil. Leaving just He and Electrickit alone in the world.[/center]

RP Example;;
Character;; Reedfisher [of] ShadowClan
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Reedfisher wrapped his tail around his paws as he watched Robinpaw stalk p-erfectly across the clearing, his blance was perfect for such a young cat and the older tom could see that with time, he'd come to stalk silently and perfectly. Turning his head up, he looked at the sky where the sun was now visible and covering the lake in a milky reflection of itself, the clearing bathed in the light golden morning sun as he looked up to the sky. 'In this part of the forest, rabbit's would stray from the moor around this time, or in this case, riverclan territory, therefore the chances of catching a vole compared to a rabbit...' Suddenly his head whipped back to Robinpaw as, what do you know, a rabbit lept out infront of the black apprentice. Smiling to himself, he watched as Robinpaw pelted forward after the rabbit and quickly noted the way he'd chased it and pounced on it.

As his apprentice came back over, he gave a small purr of approval, licking the apprentice's ear lightly. 'That was a great stalk, your balance is perfect for a cat your age and with a little pratice, you'll be able to stalk smoothly before your warrior ceremony,' he mewed, a light purr behind his words as he looked at the apprentice. 'Now, one thing I forgot, seeing as I'm still dealing with riverclan hunting times in my head, the rabbits from the grassy moors of riverclan's spare territory they wander into the forest around this time and, really, catching a rabbit isn't much different to catching a vole or mouse.' taking a few steps forward he quickly crouched once against into the same smooth pose as before but this time, he remained silent as a small scuttle within the undergrowth of the pines. Glancing back at Robinpaw, he gavea flick of his tail and parted his jaws, the scent of a vole passing through his jaws. lifting his weight and blancing himself with ease, Reedfisher stalked smoothly forward in the same silent way as he'd shown Robinpaw.

Suddenly striking forward, his paws wrapped around the large, plump vole as he flicked it into the air and back into the clearing before swirving around and pelting forward, his muscles tensed and eyes focused on the vole as he scampered to shelter, but not before the tabby tom could get to it. Striking forward with amazing speed, his claws locked on around it's body as his jaws parted and he quickly sunk his fangs into the back of his neck, lifting his catch into the air, the fresh, warm blood filling his jaws as he dropped it next to Robinpaw's vole. 'Rabbits though, are a lot stronger and if your not careful, can give a nasty kick to get away, you need to be quick with bracing it with your front claws and biting just between the shoulder blade,' he mewed, using Robinpaw's rabbit to demonstrated.

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