Characters name: Foxstar (Foxtail)
Your Ingame user: KaichouSensei
Gender: Tom
Species: Domestic Cat // American Curl mix
Age: 156 Moons (13 Years)
Rank: Leader
Clan: Brightclan
Mate (Optional): None
Kits/Family: Shallowpool (Father) and Miso (Mother)
Personality: Humorous and gentle, Foxstar sees the bright side in almost everything, but not to the point of naivety. He enjoys being playful, and "showing off" to the she-cats and to the young kits who usually stay glued to his side most of the time because he has bountiful stories to tell and loves telling them all in great detail.
History: Foxkit was born to a loner mother who quickly gave him, the only surviving kit, to his father and the protection of the clan life she would never fit into. He was nursed by a loving queen, and grew along with her own kits and a few others. When it came time to be apprenticed, he first found himself a medicine cat apprentice, which was fun enough for him, but he yearned for adventure. After completing his training and becoming a medicine cat, he trained his replacement and then stepped down, asking the leader to be trained as a normal apprentice. Reluctantly the leader agreed and gave him to a senior warrior of the clan, who taught him everything he knows. The tom then went on to become a warrior, then deputy when the former passed on. He became a leader when he was rather young, by most standards, but the clan loved him and he loved them, and ever since he has been leader, he has done what is right for the clan, only losing one life and that was due to rescuing a young non-clan kit during a storm, which ended up drowning him and he woke up, one life less, downstream being fished out by his deputy.
Roleplay Sample: Foxstar slipped down the muddy slope of the stream, feeling his claws digging into the earth and cradling it just enough so that he wouldn't fall, one giant fluffy heap down the bank and into the water. Though he could swim, he didn't fancy water all that much, and probably never would. Especially not if he fell in. "Rippleclaw, go downstream a little further. I see the fish migrating that way." The tuxedo tom nodded his head and padded down the river, his apprentice, little Twistedpaw, dutifully at his side and watching everything he did. Foxstar watched them go for a moment before he reached the bottom, feeling the mud swishing between his toes as he approached the clear water. It was a beautiful newleaf morning, where is wasn't chilly, nor hot, and the wind was blowing just right, as warm as the sun glowing down at them around the few clouds that dotted the afternoon sky. It ruffled his fur and with a smile, the tom closed his eyes and took a deep breath, simply enjoying it for what it was. No matter how many newleafs he had lived through, however many years he had under his paws, he would always appreciate the little things like this. "Foxstar, come look! Twistedpaw caught a huge fish!" Those quirky ears pricked, and the leader opened his amber eyes again. With the smile still in place he bounded down the bank, tail lashing in excitement as he saw the young apprentice, born with a twisted foot and fated to be an elder, held onto his prize. "Congratulations, Twistedpaw! That's the biggest one I've seen all year!" The apprentice glowed with praise and Foxstar sighed with happiness. This was truly the life.
