Post by chishio on Apr 9, 2023 2:33:01 GMT
Name: Foxy
Desired Name: Foxbark
Allegiance: Loner
Age: 37 Moons
Birth Moon: Fire Moon 2018
Sex: Female
Appearance:
Foxy is the classic, run of the mill tortie. Orange and black, dark legs, but an interesting splash of orange on her face. She is a little bit dainty, but tall and strong. Looks confident most of the time. Green eyes.
Personality:
Foxy, like her birth moon, is made of fire. Most of the time when she disagrees with something, she'll supplement that distaste with well placed questions of defiance. Not too obvious, but read between the lines and you'll figure it out. Other times Foxy will argue - these will last up to days of her becoming angry and upset, making comments about it to cat's faces, being generally upset. She's good at being defiant, and good at making her arguments clear. When cats don't listen to her, it will take time for her to not be resentful of them. She tries her best to not hate anyone, but her emotions are strong. And she will stand up for what she believes is right - even if she's completely in the wrong objectively.
When she's not arguing with cats, though, Foxy is friendly to most. Her morals are high, though, so if someone does something she deems as wrong, well. Then they're a waste of space and time, and she will go out of her way to not speak with them. She'll get along with most everyone otherwise. Foxy likes giving gifts, whether that be prey or other small items she's found around the lands. Likes making connections, meeting other cats, finding solutions to problems. She likes to be an all-rounder. Wants to be useful.
She does want a family one day, but the fear of her first litter still sits in her mind when she thinks about it. Foxy also has an extremely bad case of claustrophobia, any small space will send her into a panic.
History:
Foxy grew up in a loner group who lived in moorland tunnels. She never really learned about who dug them, or why they were there in the first place. One day, due to a prank from her sibling Roots, and their friend Crackle (who she didn't really like at the time) - she was chased into the deeper depths of the tunnels. While running through, the caves started falling around her. Foxy escaped, barely, but vowed to never step a paw into the tunnels ever again.
When her sibling, Roots, started showing more and more interest in the tunnels, Foxy did her best to keep them as far away as she could. It didn't really work as well as she wished, which started causing a divide between the siblings. Before, they didn't spend a lot of time together, but sometimes Foxy would go days without even speaking to her sibling due to their curiosity of the depths. When Roots started talking about ghosts, and about groups of cats that don't exist, she grew to resent them. Foxy could never believe there were some ghost cats who wanted to talk with her sibling. Why them? Why not anyone else? Why would any dead cat want to speak with a group of loners who are not important in the grand scheme of things? She started to think her sibling was a little bit crazy, and would voice these things right to her sibling's face.
The hate for these strange things her sibling said stayed, Foxy could still not get rid of the lingering feeling that her sibling has something wrong with them. They fight all the time, Foxy still goes out of her way to avoid her sibling entirely. She does not enjoy their conversations - often plagued by the ghostly talk.
Eventually, Crackle and Foxy grew close. Crackle started taking Foxy's side when talking about the tunnels. At that point, she'd already felt more neutral to them more than anything else, but that made her realize the two of them could get along better than she thought initially. Foxy went out of her way to talk to them, and get to know them - eventually the two fell in love.
The two of them tried to have kits when she was 31 moons. None of them made it. She is still hurt by this, but has mostly worked through it - fear of what could happen to the next litter, if they tried, keeps her from thinking about it too much.
Mother: Weasel
Father: Gorge
Full Siblings: Bellona, Roots
Offspring: None living