Written in the Stars

One line Description: Russet and white she-cat with green eyes.


Descriptive Appearance: Foxstar is a cat of long and lean proportions; lanky-legged and thin rather than large. She has height thanks to this, but a fool could mistake her as someone who could easily be tipped over; snapped like a twig in a stiff breeze. She would joke about that with her clanmates: that they'd have to be able to catch her first.

Her coat is of middling length; great for keeping warm in leaf-bare, and relatively cool in the greener months; though her tail in particular tapers out into a rather impressive brush of long, fine hairs. For the most part her pelt is a deep, rich red; deepened from the ginger she was born, with the faintest of dark brownish black starting mid back and down the length of her tail. Beneath her chin and around her throat is lighter patches of yellow which turns to an off-white around her muzzle and chin, framed by stark white whiskers. Atop her head are the faintest darker stripes that hint at a tabby father - but for the most part the entirety of her body is the rich, deep red. It is no wonder how she earned her name as a kit, honestly.

Brief Personality: Athletic, Dutiful, Self-Conscious, Prim


Descriptive personality: Oakclan is the only life that Foxstar has known; she was among the first to be born there, had a large relationship to one of their first so-called 'scandals', and was particularly close with their founder, Oakstar; whom she looked looked to as more than just a leader, but a parent and her moral center. Upon their disappearance, she was one of the worst shaken; but in turn has been doing her best to strive and do right for her clan at all costs, in their honor - pushing aside the worry and doubt she holds that there was some reason behind their sudden disappearance, and that it might not bode well. 

She has always prided herself on her health and her looks; she is an eye-catching cat, fur thick enough to hide the various signs of scars and injury that mar others with thinner coats, and rich in color. She scales trees like a squirrel - and her warrior name referenced the fact that she was always one of the speediest among those cats who pride themselves on endurance and quick-turn skills. She upholds the ideals that there are better ways to end an argument than to fight - her brains and cleveress, more than her brawn, making her out to be a sharp asset to her clan long before she was named Deputy.

That isn't what's emphasized by others though - amongst the other clans she comes off a bit of a showy, opinionated she-cat who's lack of desire to cause physical fights comes not from a desire to keep the peace but a selfishness to keep her paws clean. 'She puts on airs', some might think. 'Too good for the rest of us'. Those who were old enough to remember her father - another handsome example of catdom - wonder exactly how long it'll be that she'll wander her way into the outer lands and find an easier time with a twoleg master who will sit and pamper her; a great shame, surely, and truly the one way to see exactly how sharp her bite is to suggest that to her. They had all started out as rogues and loners, but her father had always worn a bell and collar - so it stands to reason that maybe his prim and proper daughter hasn't fallen too far from his example.

She is a cat of wiles and determination; but also of well-hidden self doubt. Because what if there was a reason that Oakstar abandoned them. What if it was because she somehow wasn't up to snuff. Or if there is a test on the horizon that she has no idea how to face.  She longs for some of the more care-free days where there wasn't so much resting on her narrow shoulders - where all she had to do was race the wind to bring honor and aid to her clan.

Parents: Achilles [Father; Kittypet] x Anadil [Mother; Kittypet (deceased)]

Siblings: Fernkit [Deceased], Flashfoot [Deceased]

Kits: --

Descriptive History: When the first murmurings of the feral clans came together, their numbers were mostly made up of loners and rogues - those who wished to have a better life. But there were two cats who heard the call of Oakstar and thought that perhaps a bit of time away in the woods from their twolegs would be fun. Achilles was a bruiser of a tom, and his mate Anadil a sweet little she-cat; neither seemed like they took life in the woods all to seriously. Part of their reasoning might have been because Anadil was quite round with kits when they joined - her second promised litter. Their first had been taken away by their two-legs and neither parent knew what had happened to them, so perhaps their reasonings had less to do with a sense of adventure and more to do with keeping their kits safe. They would, at the expense of their mother - as Anadil died in the process of trying to birth their third kit, leaving Foxkit and her brother Flashkit to be named by their leader in the way of the clans, and their father in mourning.

From the start the two kits ironically seemed more at home in the clans than their parents. Achilles (who some called Archclaw, but who personally insisted he did NOT change his original name) would butt heads with Oakstar on decisions, and generally make a bit of a nuisance for himself. For a time they blamed it on grief, but eventually his kits would grow, and they were apprenticed; Flashpaw to his father and Foxpaw taken underpaw by the clan's deputy at the time. Their father pushed training so much that her brother complained; he wanted a new trainer, new work...he wanted to learn how to be a warrior, not watch as Achilles alienated himself further and moped around. Eventually, his mentor was exchanged for Oakstar himself; which only seemed to infuriate their father more.

On the eave of their warrior ceremonies, both young cats were thrilled with their new names; but during their ceremony Achilles interrupted, claiming he'd had enough, and wanted no more life with the clans. He was taking his kits and returning home. The argument that ensued was nasty; culminating with the final break-up of the family, as Achilles returned to his soft life without his family, and what should have been a joyous occasion for Flashfoot and Foxflight was marred by the fact that they were the only blood they had left.

Oakstar seemed to recognize this, taking both siblings underpaw and continuing to guide them in a way that Foxflight was particularly attracted too. The clan, they would learn, were raised to be their family. Flashfoot was a brash young warrior, and his sister a stunning she-cat and a particularly capable hunter. Both were given apprentices fairly quickly, and rumor had it that when the former deputy stepped down one or the other were primed to take his place; the first life-blood raised within the clan from the very moment of their birth.

It was a raid on the gardens near their home which would settle that debate in a rather violent way, as Flashfoot, barely thirty moons and in the prime of his life, was killed by three collared cats for strutting on their territory. What was all worse was that Foxflight, who had escape the thick of the fight by being the one to flee their patrol to summon help, had recognized one of the cats; Achilles. Whether he had dealt the final blow, or simply helped some of his collared, shameful friends over the life of his own son is unknown; but it is something that haunted Foxflight for a long time.

After this, Oakstar took Foxflight on as a sort of adult apprentice; naming her deputy when her old mentor finally went to his retirement with a smile. The founder of their clan had been more of a parent to her than her actual family had been, and he never made comment as to what sort of cats had bred her; she was Oakclan stock, through and through, even if others might have murmured otherwise. They'd guided her for moons until suddenly, nearly a year ago - the fog rolled in, and suddenly their founder was gone. 

Foxstar was named leader...not exactly reluctantly, it had been something she'd been training for. But there are days where she wonders and worries if she's still doing the right thing.