Post by Radiation Fox on Apr 7, 2011 21:29:27 GMT -6
<---- FOXFLIGHT
she-cat, 31 moons
RANK: Warrior
ALLIANCE: Goldenclan
APPEARANCE: A light ginger she-cat with black stripes and olive green eyes.
PERSONALITY: Once a shy and quiet kit, this she-cat has erupted into a proud and loyal member of Goldenclan. She is bold, though not so much that she is willing to jump into a quarrel without having first thought her actions through. She does her best to keep a level head and deliver necessary information and advice for anyone who may ask of it. She is still a little shy whenever it comes to someone she hardly knows. She's extremely cautious whenever it comes to meeting cats from other clans.
Foxflight is an extremely intelligent individual. She is easily flattered, and actually hates it whenever she receives to much attention or to much praise. She'd much rather be quietly thanked with a silent nod rather than draw the attention of one or even two cats of her clan. This has made her into a humble she-cat, and one who tends to sit aside from big events within the clan. Watching her friends have fun brings her a greater happiness than if she were to actually participate in sharing tongues or a gathering.
Just because she's a little shy, doesn't mean Foxflight isn't willing to give someone a piece of her mind. Whenever started, she is willing to give her opinion. Sometimes, she can be a little to blunt and a little harsh without realizing it. If she's able to catch herself, she'll near immediately apologize and do her best to correct herself for her harsh words.
In general, she is calm and relaxed. Her shyness can be overcome by feelings of joy and excitement in which she'll gladly throw herself into a play fight. She manages to keep a kind air about her, and is extremely hard to anger. On the downside, when someone does manage to hit a nerve (which her brother, Oakcall, can do quite easily) she can go off the wall and say things that she doesn't truly mean. If thrown into an even deeper fit of rage, she may even attack though this has yet to be seen in her personality. When frightened by a larger predator or foe, she doesn't turn tail and run even if she knows she is going to lose. She is willing to stand her ground and protect her clan's name even if it means certain death.
REASON FOR NAME: Fox - Given thanks to the base color of her pelt being a light ginger color. // Flight - Given thanks to her speed and agility.
FAMILY:
Gingerpelt :: Father :: Elder
Cottonclaw :: Mother :: Deceased
Lionstorm :: Brother :: Deceased
Reedtail :: Sister :: Warrior
Oakcall :: Brother :: Warrior
HISTORY: Foxflight first started off just as any Warrior does, as a kit. Birthed to two Warriors, Gingerpelt and Cottonclaw, Foxkit was the last born out of a litter of four. For most of her kit days, she was reluctant to escape the nursery and venture into the outside world for fear of being snatched up by large predatory birds. Thanks to her being birthed last, she had the privilege of being the runt of the litter and was often thrown around and easily dominated by her stronger siblings. This treatment was something she deeply hated, especially since the youngest male, Oakkit, always did his best to beat her up. Her development as a kit was slow, and there were a number of times where her death seemed eminent due to illness. Somehow, the little kit always managed to pull out alive.
In later moons, still during her kithood. The youngest of the two brothers began to take a kinder attitude towards Foxkit. He nurtured her, and even taught her tricks that the apprentices were performing whenever he spied on them.
One particular night, Oakkit escaped the nursery whenever the queens had their attention diverted to a quarrel between two clan cats. In doing so, he beckoned for Foxkit to follow. She did, and off they went into the golden fields alone. They went on and on, the familiar scent of the camp slowly distanced itself from them until Foxkit could no longer even pick up a scent path of her own clan cats. She grew weary, and often suggested for her and her brother to head back to camp, but he refused. They ended up so far away, that Foxkit would never be able to make it back on her own. So, she unwillingly continued following the young tom until he came to a halt, nodded and looked back at her saying that the leader had told him to give her a special assignment. Being so young, Foxkit was gullible so she immediately swelled with pride at the fact that the leader wanted her to do something special. Her brother convinced her that the leader would turn her right into a warrior, and all the little runt had to do was venture down into a dark stinky burrow until she reached a whole. Such a lair little Oakkit was, he always prided himself in tricks and when he saw his sister make her way into the tunnel he quietly snickered and covered the opening with rocks.
For days, Foxkit lay trapped in the abandoned den. Yowling and begging at the entrance for someone to help her, but no one ever came. A kit couldn't last long by itself for long, and she was soon starving. Back at the camp, the queens and Foxkit searched frantically for the lost kit. Oakkit had taken dung he had scraped up and smothered it all over the path so it seemed as though nothing more than an animal had made dirt in every which direction that lead to his trapped sister. By some miracle though, an older warrior stumbled across Foxkit's scent mixed with Oakkit's and quickly made his way to the den where he rescued her and brought her back home to the nursery where she was looked after by the Medicine Cat. Oakkit was severely punished. Having been made to clean out bedding, dirt, and even once he had become an apprentice he was continually punished.
Despite this act, Foxkit fully recovered and only two moons later was she made into an apprentice alongside her siblings. Foxkit, became Foxpaw and an unmistakable pride swelled in her chest on this day, especially as her mentor was chosen and the two touched noses. There was simply no words to describe the excitement that flooded through her. It was almost as if she had turned into a completely different cat, though still slightly the shy little creature she once was, she was no much bolder and less gullible.
Each day, Foxpaw trained as hard as she could. She aimed to please and make her fellow warriors happy, and did her best to live up to her parents swiftness and agility. Amazingly, she grew much faster than her siblings. Even so, they were still able to overpower her, but thanks to her slim size she could easily slip away from them before they were able to pin her down and deliver what would be a 'fatal blow' in a real fight. She was still weaker than them, but by far much faster than any of her siblings. She prided herself in her speed. With great balance to match, she made for an excellent hunting machine during her time as an apprentice. Always one to return with mouthfuls of food, her mother and her father praised her for how well she was doing and even the first born brother and sister of hers had developed some admiration for her.
Yet, Oakpaw did not. He now held a grudge against his sister, and also liked 'showing off' by showing how weak she was compared to him and the two other siblings. The eldest brother and the first born, Lionpaw, of the four began to take up for Foxpaw. This outraged Oakpaw, yet he did nothing but wallow in his hate. He merely loathed the runt from afar as she, Lionpaw, and the eldest female sibling, Reedpaw, formed strong bonds between one another. In this time, Foxpaw always did her best to form a relationship with her brother, yet each time she approached him he would only his and snarl and order for her not to go near him. Still she tried, and eventually he attacked her and gave her a nice scar on her flank. Foxpaw managed to deliver a nasty blow to Oakpaw's snout, contorting his face into a permanent expression of anger and rage. No punishment was delivered for this, since the wound on Oakpaw's face would last him for the rest of his life. It was enough of an embarrassment for him, for he had lost that fight.
Many more moons went buy, and soon the apprenticeship of Foxpaw had been completed. She was made into a full fledged Warrior, and the name of Foxflight was bequeathed to her. Her silent vigil went as boring as most did, and when morning came she was far to excited to get any rest. She was finally able to join the Warrior ranking cats in meals and most of them happily accepted her into the new accommodation.
As time elapsed, Foxflight became a great Warrior. She grew stronger, and even faster and more balanced as experience became instinct. Unfortunately, with every great uprising there is some sort of down fall. Lionstorm, who had become the closest to her of her four siblings, was killed during a hunting trip by two stray dogs. She was the one to discovered what remained of him, which was barely anything, and she was also the one to lay him into the ground alongside her sister, Reedtail, and her parents. For her, this was a devastating blow to her life. She had always consulted Lionstorm whenever she had a problem, and now he lay in a grave as shredded bits of flesh and fur.
The disasters didn't let up even after that. Only three moons later was her mother killed by a rabid rogue who had stolen into the nursery for a free meal. Her belly was swelled with unborn kits, and her dying breaths had been used to protect the kits in the nursery. Thanks to this, Foxflight's father fell into a depression and held such a heavy heart to have lost both his love and kits that he resigned into the peaceful life of an elder. However, ever since the death of Foxflight's mother he has never been the same and some believe him to be psychologically unstable.
The three remaining siblings managed to recover. Oakpaw, who had been made into Oakcall, hadn't even mourned his mother's death, which outraged Foxflight. The two's relationship grew even more strained, and soon the she-cat simply cast him aside as though he weren't her own blood. She now holds the rest of her clan and the remaining members of her family, who she actually considers family, very close to her. She still tries her best as a warrior, and is willing to give up her life if need be done.
RP EXAMPLE:
(This is all that I really have laying around at the moment. If needed I can make up something Warriors related.)
First day as a member of Night Crow and Velissia was already finding trouble in locating her Tamer Home! Far to stubborn to just stop and ask for directions, the young Tamer had been searching for at least the past hour or so. "Great," a stressed sigh left her lips as her soft amethyst gaze scanned what she had learned was the 'Dark Gate' area of the city. Digimon and Tamer alike flooded the streets, but she was to proud to ask any of them a question; if anyone was going to find her own home it was going to be her. Now, if only she could properly remember what Julia had said only hours before at the introduction ceremony. Something about meeting their initial partner Digimon, locating their new home, and then something else about another Digimon that ran things at their home? Gah! The words were just faded echoes to her now, if only she had been paying more attention and not toying with the newly given Digivice that had been so graciously bestowed upon her and a few other new recruits then she may have had a chance of finding her home... and her partner! Maybe there was a map in the Digivice? Not that she knew of, even though she had already tried exploring the device she had managed to cause some problems for instance, during the ceremony she had accidentally activated the communication device and disrupted the Chief's speech with buzzes and irritating static. Luckily she had just been let off with a warning glare from the mighty ChaosGallantmon, even that had managed to suffice as a scary punishment for ChaosGallantmon was a powerful Mega leveled Digimon. Certainly not something she'd like to run into in a dark alley.
Crossing over into the market district, Velissia was slowly beginning to lose hope and was feeling the need to finally ask for directions. This was something she didn't want and if she had to she would drag out the time of not asking for as long as possible, but with irritation flooding the lovely purple gaze of the Tamer she gave a huff and went to approach the nearest Digimon. It was a Garurumon, a Beast type Digimon who with a gentle tug to the long fur on his side had cast his gaze upon the fragile looking girl. "Uhm, hi there! I'm new here and was just wondering where to find the Tamer Homes?" A broad smile plastered itself across her lips as the beast turned to face her and gave a faint nod, his tails whipping behind him as he gave a notion towards a walkway which lead to some sort of machine. "Just follow that path there and step on the raised platform, you have a Digivice don't you?" He asked, giving the female a curious sniff and watching as she nodded and slid her hand into her pocket before removing the purple and silver device. "It should already be registered with your own personal home address. The platform will trace this and you will be teleported to your Tamer Home," the Garurumon finished with a brisk nod. "Thanks! I appreciate it a lot!" The girl chimed cheerfully as she held the device tightly in hand, with a playful strut in her step she headed towards the walkway which the Garurumon had pointed out. As he had said, it lead strait to a platform with some sort of large device off to the side. She blinked, her gaze shifting between the device and the platform on the ground. So, all she had to do was step on this thing? She blinked in bafflement as she approached the pinkish colored platform, she poked at it with the toe of her shoe and when nothing happened she stepped up on it. Only moments later did the screen of her Digivice light up in a bright white, the platform glowed and soon Velissia's body was enveloped in a bright white and she was broken down into bits of data until their was nothing left.
Her body reformed in a vast tree house like home, blinking as the final bits of data curled themselves around her fingers and solidified until she was whole once more. "Wow," She looked down to her hands, flipping them multiple times until she looked up to take a glance at where she had wound up. A fresh breeze blew and below the soft sounds of water splashed against a sandy shore. The tree house like structure was rose high above this ground on a small island fit for a single large home. For miles and miles, there was nothing but blue and the home itself was a system of wooden walkways and decorated rooms. As she walked forward and peered her head around the corner, her eyes set on a couple of computers set up all in one corner. There was also some sort of green worm like creature fiddling with the wires around the back, the Tamer titled her head to the side as she fully rounded the corner and bent forward slightly to observe this Digimon. "Hello? Are you my partner?" She sang, a slight tilt to her head. The Digimon flinched, jumping up and hitting it's head on the bottom of the table before emerging and looking to Velissia while rubbing it's head. "I see you've finally found your way home," The little green creature mumbled, rubbing it's head and sighing as the throbbing pain finally died away, it hopped up onto one of the seats in front of the two computers. "And no, I'm not your partner I'm just your little helper here at home, you can call me Wormmon! Though, your partner is waiting in your room... I'd be careful though, he seems a little... dangerous would be the best way to put it I suppose." So this must have been the helper Chief Julia had spoken of, she simply flashed him a smile and a small nod of thanks. At the moment, she was more concerned of meeting her assigned partner. If memory served right, when she had first decided to enter they had screened her Digivice and her attributes to match her up with a compatible Digimon. She was curious just who this Digimon was going to be.
With excitement coursing through her veins, Velissia wasted no time and quickly scurried through the hall Wormmon motioned towards. It took her a couple of times, but finally she arrived at the very end of the hall where she found herself in a vast room with a bed and multiple things that had once been in her home back in the real world. Now how did they get there? Eh, she'd ponder on that later! For now, her eyes searched for any other living creature in the room but so far, there was none but her. "Hello?" She called out as she took a few steps into the room, the breeze from the outside world blowing into the room and stirring a few of the mahogany colored curtains that hung so daintily on the windows. The Tamer waited for a voice, but when none came she became a little disappointed... had he grown impatient and left? Well some partner that was! Though just as she was ready to flop onto the bed, balls of flame were suddenly thrown at her and just before making contact they popped like firecrackers. Velissia flinched and stumbled backwards, the base of her leg hitting the base of the bed and causing her to flop backwards. "I've been waiting hours for you, brat!" An annoying little voice cackled with a growl, she blinked sitting upright and looking around as a purple imp like creature emerged from the shadows of the far off corner. His eyes were emerald green and around his neck was a red scarf and he wore the same colored gloves. She was baffled at this little thing, so this was her partner and he had decided to attack her? Some first impression! Then again, being an hour late wasn't the best of impressions either.
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