Written in the Stars

[wip]

⌘︎Redfoot⌘︎

One line Description: Large white cat with dark ginger patches on their face and back.

Descriptive Appearance: Redfoot has a naturally large stature, but isn't especially bulky, making them surprisingly nimble. He has large, sharply pointed ears and a narrow yet long head with a strong nose bridge. Their pelt is a medium length, the fur feathering off of their throat and hocks.

His pelt is primarily a pristine white. Patches of rich, dark ginger color the back of his neck, his lower back, tail-tip, front left paw, and form a red mask around his eyes, nose, and the top of his head. Their subtly angled eyes are pale yellow.

Their voice is mellow and surprisingly high in tone, but carries far with a strong resonance. He is a good singer, but good luck getting him to demonstrate.

[Their scent is a medley of pine needles and cut grass.]

Brief Personality: Serious, Patient, Self-conscious, Lone-wolf, Honorable, Kid at Heart

Descriptive personality: Redfoot concerns himself with the day-to-day of the clan's needs, preferring to life a simple and hard-working life without asking much of others. He doesn't leave much time for games or sharing tongues, giving him a reputation as a very serious and distant individual. Their personal habits don't conflict with that image either; Redfoot tends to keep to himself and perform tasks alone wherever possible, though he's not unfriendly or put off by patrols or larger groups. He simply feels that in most cases, he works best alone, but can understand the need and value of teamwork when it comes time to band together. He never forgets that a clan operates as a whole, even if he can tend to place himself outside of it.

They strongly value a sense of fairness and honorable conduct. It wouldn't be out of place to call them "chivalrous", though their manner is the same towards toms, mollies, and all others alike. They believe a level playing field is essential, and will trust others to act accordingly even if they know there's a good chance they'll be double-crossed. Redfoot is the sort to take a knife in the back and feel it was worthwhile for having faith in the idea that when he turned his back, the other would too. He demonstrates almost infinite patience and would willingly give others second, third, or even fourth and fifth chances. It would take a monumental shift in his psyche to ever change his morals.

However, he's not without his softer side. Some may think of them as confident or skillful, but truthfully, Redfoot is very easily embarrassed by praise, feeling that he should work hard thanklessly, that a hard day's work is itself a reward. He thinks of himself as a very humble and plain individual, and can't handle being given special acknowledgement without blushing and stumbling over his words.

Redfoot's placid expression and impeccable work ethic hide a gentle, optimistic heart. Though it might surprise many the first time they spot him playing with kits and apprentices with ease, the truth is that Redfoot adores the sense of freedom and hope that kittens carry with them. Redfoot always tries to bring back things they think the kittens will enjoy from their patrols and hunts. Perhaps it's because, at heart, they have a youthful and easygoing soul still hiding somewhere, trying to shine through but unsure of how to start.

Red - Redfoot

Parents: Dog-Tooth (NPC) x Anchovy (NPC)
Siblings: Blue, Poppy, Daisy, Violet
Kits: None
Descriptive History: Wip; relatively normal upbringing but remembers the tumultuous early days of the post-disaster clans. Was made to "grow up" at a young age and take charge of himself without burdening the clan. His faith in the StarClan tales he was raised on faded and wavered, but have never been so strongly challenged that he's turned away from them entirely.

Red was born among a large litter of five to a pair of strays living on the outskirts of town, vying for a scrap to call home between the boundaries of the mysterious and territorial clan cats, and the dangers of the twolegplace. Their parents gave each of the litter a simple name, uncertain how many of them would live through the first year. With many mouths to feed and only so much to go around as the weather continued to be ominous, Red learned to focus on the survival and care of himself and his family over his enjoyment of the world around him.

When Red was 30 moons old, an alligator found and invaded their family's home den during a tropical storm. Violet was lost to its jaws right away, while the rest of them scattered in fear. Lost in the heavy rain in an unfamiliar part of the woods, Red crept into a hollow log to wait it out, and when he woke again, he spent all the time he could trying to find his family. But this woodland was too foreign to him, and the scents of so many other cats kept crossing his path. Was this where the clans had once lived? The young cat wondered if they had perished, and if any trace of them remained.

It didn't take long to find his answer; a survivor explained the truth of a great flood that had destroyed the lands not too long ago. But, they also gave a whisper of hope- that the clans would be reborn again. At first, Red paid it no mind- but with the words of the stranger in his head, he began to make sense of the strange dreams of cats made of shadows and stars that prowled at the edges of his dreams. Every night, they seemed to become easier to distinguish, seemed to draw even closer...

Red kept close to the area, and before too long, spotted others who moved through the land with confidence. The flood had changed the land, but these cats knew their homeland. He followed them home cautiously, and was given a warrior's name- Redfoot, a simple name that suited him- and the duties and faith of a warrior. Now, they strive to provide for the clan what it has provided to them- security, camaraderie, and hope.