Foxfang -- Rushclan Deputy

[quicksilver]

Name:
Foxfang

Age:
27 moons

Gender:
Tom

Alliance:
Rushclan

Rank:
Deputy

Outer Beauty:
Foxfang is a somali cat, a feline that's often depicted with elegance. He isn't what one would call elegant, for like any tom, he's a bit rough around the edges. His fur is well kept, but not perfect and clean cut. The colors and overall pattern of his pelt is what gave him the name Foxkit, which became Foxfang once he became a warrior.

Most of his fur is a rusty red-orange; this main color covers his back and middle, as well as most of his legs face and tail. He's almost gold when in sunlight, the sun reflecting off of his coat and giving a bright contrast to the russet orange he appears in the shadows. It's course, and a pain to groom after getting muddy or dusty. Not to mention getting wet drags the tom down a bit; though being in Rushclan, it isn't something that the Somali cat worries about.

The rest of Foxfang's fur is either black, red orwhite. Black covers Foxfang's tail, meeting the orange fur about midway. His tail is extremely fluffy, and perhaps is the most canine-like thing on him, making him look like a fox from behind. His little feet are the only truly red fur on him, not glinting in some lights like the rest of him. On his chest is a white sploch of fur that goes back a bit, but ends between the tom's front legs.

Foxfang has an interesting face, a white muzzle and bright green eyes. His muzzle is just a bit longer than your average tabby's, but it's nothing to gawk at. His ears are large, but thin. The black appendages lean more forward than any other direction. His nose is brown, but has a splotch of pink toward the middle and a hint of black on the right side.

As deputy, Foxfang does have a few battle scars. There's a scratch near his nose that goes about an inch down his muzzle before dissapearing in the Somali's fur. He has scars underneath his pelt on his back and sides, but they're not visible any longer. His left ear is nicked where an enemy cat's claws caught.

Foxfang isn't a huge cat, but has plenty of muscle under that fur. He's a bit taller than the average tabby, and his fur gives him a borderline bulky look. He's around fifteen pounds give or take, making him light for his height. The tom is stronger than he is quick, but this doesn't affect his fighting skills much if at all. The worst of Foxfang's defences are his jaws, his sharp canines being deadly out on the battlefield. He prefers not to use them, but as deputy he's fully prepared for the task.

Inner Beauty:
Foxfang is a gentleman. With good looks and a schoolboy charm that a she-cat either loves or hates; he has a sweet mindset of ladies first and a sense of chivalry that seemed to have died long ago. He looks out for his clan, and even more for those that need it. The tom has a soft spot for queens after being raised by his mother from a rather young age. The deputy also looks after kittens and apprentices with the utmost care. If they're as troublesome as he was when he was their age, then Rushclan could have trouble on their paws.

He's excellent with groups of three or more, liking a conversation with as many viewpoints as possible with those that are close to him. The feline tries to keep up with all of Rushclan's members, and is wonderful at remembering names and faces. That's what makes him good with making patrols and speaking his mind at clan meetings.

The only time that he mutters or makes mistakes is if he's talking one on one with a stranger. Depending on the cat, Foxfang can be rather shy; mostly when they start asking questions about he himself. The tom has no troubled past or secrets to keep from others. It's just that he likes being able to steer a conversation elsewhere, but that's hard to do when he's alone with another clanmate.

Foxfang is a cat that lives by a certain standard of loyalty; especially when it comes to his allies. An ally, to him, is different than a clan that his own simply fights beside. They're like a branch of cats that Rushclan cats protect and look after in return for being looked after themselves. Any ally of theirs should be honest to them, whether the situations between them are troubled or not. And most importantly? They'd better not steal from their clan, theives of Rushclan are not cats that Foxfang wants to stand beside.

Even so, if a situation doesn't have to do with his clan? Then the Somali keeps his nose out of things. Something that isn't Rushclan's buisness isn't his own.

Foxfang tries his best to be respectful to all cats, even shady Mysteryclan cats or quick-witted members of fleetclan. He hates a liar, but will only dub you as such if you prove yourself to be one. He doesn't like judging a cat, prefering to learn the ways or standards of a new feline himself.

Past:
A lovely yellow cat smiled, staring up at the sky. Everything was perfect; she had her mate, her clan and her family; all were safe. The queen was young, but strong; blue eyes full of a spirit that most though was near unbreakable. Curled into her pelt lie the she-cat's kitten; Foxkit. He was so near and dear to her, she'd do anything for the little kitten. He was the only of her supposedly large litter that survived, making him even more prescious.

My Foxkit, you will be a strong cat, I know it.

Yellowheart seemed to glow in the first few weeks of her parenthood. Her mate was a warrior, and would check on her when he wasn't on a patrol or at a clan meeting. He was strong and brave, not to mention lovely; even to a Somali cat such as herself. Thislepelt was her strength, though sometimes it seemed as if Yellowheart was stronger on her own.

The she-cat was strong, loyal and not to mention lovely. It seemed she was perfect, always lending a helping paw to another, fighting cats much bigger than herself and coming out the victor. She had a sharp wit and a tongue that reflected that. She wasn't rude or dishonest, and it didn't take the she-cat long to weave her words and solve a problem or situation; no matter what the dificulty.

Yellowheart could easily be Rushclan's next leader if she wanted to.

"Thislepelt! You're back, oh you wouldn't believe how much I missed you."

But she gave it up and became a queen, living for her family first and her clan second. It was something every female had to choose between, and Yellowheart didn't miss a beat when it came to the decision. Her lovable brown tabby cat was special to her, and she wanted a family with him more than anything else.

He was her strength afterall...
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"Mother?" The apprentice looked up at Yellowheart, and the kitten's mentor smiled. The ex-queen was now back to warrior status, but she had things on her mind that weren't raising in rank. She had a kitten of her own to look after, and an apprentice no less.

"Yes Foxpaw?" She answered, looking beside her at the orange colored tom. He was a sweet little thing, and had quieted down in the past couple of months. Though, she had pobably done the same. Things like that happened after loosing a father, and a mate. Instead of asking her to teach him battle stances and tricks and tips at huntinf, lately Foxpaw had been asking about Starclan and what happened with his father after he died.

"Do you think daddy met my siblings up in Starclan?"

This question was new. Yellowheart frowned, turning her eyes away from her mentor and son. She. . . wasn't sure how to answer that. The she-cat was a warriess, not a medicinecat. She didn't know if Thistlepelt was happy, or who he met or where he was or if he was happy with them still. Yellowheart didn't know. All she knew was that now she was missing a mate, and was taking care of their child without him.

"No." The answer was at first, spiteful. But came out lost and unbelievably sad.

Foxpaw decided that he wouldn't ask about his father anymore.
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It took six months to finish his appreniceship, and then? Foxpaw was Foxfang. The young feline was a wonderful fighter, an adequite hunter and a loyal member of Rushclan. He had a nose good enough to track a trail almost three days old, and was strong enough to fight even the biggest of clan-cats and infamous rogues. He was one of Rushclan's biggest defences.

He was level-headed and loyal to his clan; never the one to start or finish an argument. He wasn't the best at fishing, but whith all of that fur who could blame him? The tom was good with talking to more than one cat; being a social feline made him enjoyable to be around. Though he mumbled a bit when talking about personal subjects, the tom was good enough with words for those that knew him.

It wasn't long before the tom was given his first apprentice. He was a surprisingly good teacher, though of course made mistakes his first time mentoring. Little things, like giving the kitten too much room to wiggle his way out of moss duty, or taking him too far away from camp too soon. Even so, the two got along spendidly, and soon Foxfang's first apprentice was a warrior.

Foxfang had his second apprentice when he became a deputy. The sudden position came as a surprise to him, but he does the job with as much order and respect that he could.

Kin:
Yellowheart -- Mother
Thistlepelt -- Father (deceased)

IC Sample:
Foxfang looked up at the sky, the night slowly fading into the new day. He had slept earlier, but couldn't will himself to sleep once more. Paw pads paced around the outskirts of camp, almost subconsciencly. The feline had passed his own den with the warriors twice, the leader's den once and even peeked in on the sleeping apprentices.

His own apprentice was asleep, and he wouldn't dare awaken a sleeping kitten. So the deputy was up alone, restless for the first time in moons. Maybe there's a reason behind this. . . The fleeting thought made the deputy wonder if he should go speak with the medicinecat. They were friendly enough, and seemed to enjoy company at even the most ridiculous hours.

But as soon as he thought it he regretted it. It was better to just get the anxiousness out a different way. "I'll go for a hunt then." The tom muttered, the thought of catching an unsuspecting mouse or going fishing while the forest was still quiet made the feline purr with a hint of satisfaction. If getting soaked to the bone and taking half the day to dry off wouldn't get his mind off of things then nothing would.

Maybe he could make it back before he sent out the hunting patrol. That'd probably be for the best. . . When he was soaked, Foxfang had to admit that he looked rather silly. The Somali smiled to himself a bit, trotting into the forest. He could already smell the river from where he was; the floods after winter were both a curse and a blessing. More fish, but less other prey and much more danger when crossing the river.

Did you read the rules?
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[S C O R P I A]

Accepted. Locked. Moved.

I chose this bio, without waiting for more auditions, for 2 reasons.

• The bio meets requirements. In fact, it surpasses requirements by at least a few paragraphs per section. This is exactly what I ask for, especially with high positions.
  
• The IC sample is not wimpy. Sure, the paragraphs are not as beefy as, say, I or Haunt would do, but still. The content is good, and I'm confident she will meet my standards.
  

The only thing I'd add, Quicksilver, is to make sure you roleplay out more flaws. I say this because I am a freak. So I say cat must have flaws ^^ I suggest really bringing out his shyness when talking to cats at Gatherings and such, as well is keeping the awesomeness on the down low, somewhat xD

Foxfang seems like a wonderful addition to RushClan, and I'm confident he will be a good deputy. Congrats ^^