Vixenfang

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GENERAL

Name: Vixenkit,paw,fang
Explanation: [Vixen] for her ginger coat; [-fang] for her near-unbreakable bite
Gender: she-cat
Age: 36 moons
Clan: BrushClan
Rank: Warrior

APPEARANCE

Build: slender
Fur: ginger tabby
Eyes: bright orange
Markings: dark ginger stripes
Overall: Pic

Orange fur striped with dark ginger stretches over a slender, fine-boned form. Vixenfang's body, passed down by generations of BrushClan warriors, is made for slipping through small spaces and finding passages through thick underbrush, hiding behind bushes, and moving as quickly as possible through brush. Her muscles are long and lean, hidden by her thick fur, and many cats upon first seeing her write her off as an average, less-than-powerful warrior. Although it is true that Vixenfang has little bulk to back her up, she has one thing to her advantage, a strength she has built up throughout her life; a powerful set of jaws that, once locked on something, can rarely be made to let go.

Bright orange eyes, far brighter than the golden-brown eyes seen on other cats, peer from Vixenfang's ginger face. The bright orange eyes contrast oddly with the lighter ginger fur, giving Vixenfang a rather odd appearance.

PERSONALITY

Positive Traits:

• Confident
• Determined
• Independent
• Opinionated
• Friendly

Negative Traits:

• Overly-opinionated
• Overly-confident
• Unkind to strangers
• Stubborn
• Sharp-tongued when provoked

Likes:

• Nighttime
• Climbing
• Being active
• Water

Dislikes:

• Open spaces
• Being bored
• Being in charge
• Not being allowed to voice her opinions

Fears:

• Open spaces
• Becoming an elder

Ideals:

• Confidence
• Having an opinion
• Sticking to what you believe

Other: Vixenfang is a true tom-boy by anyone's standards. She is not particularly comfortable around kits, and she hates sitting around and having nothing to do. Somewhat of a busybody, the she-warrior is not comfortable when she is not helping the Clan out in some way--hunting, patrolling, etc, and her greatest fear is becoming injured so that she cannot help her Clan, or growing so old she has to become an elder.

When it comes to sharing tongues and whatnot, Vixenfang is perfectly civil and friendly to her Clanmates and loves to play pranks and joke around. She will gladly voice her opinions (and, in fact, always does) at Clan meetings or during controversial times. However, when it comes to cats of other Clans, Vixenfang is extremely discriminating and unfriendly. She will hardly venture to speak to a cat from another Clan, much less be friendly to them.

HISTORY

Family:
Father -- Darkstorm -- *deceased*
Mother -- Gingerheart -- *deceased*
Brother -- Russetclaw-- *alive*
Sister -- Hawksight -- *alive*

History:
-Kithood-

Vixenkit was born the oldest of a litter of three. She and her siblings were close from the start, and from the time when they could first walk they were getting into all sorts of mischief. Even then, Vixenkit was a busybody who couldn't sit still--she hated waiting around camp for her sixth moon, and she was usually the one who got her siblings to sneak out of camp with her. They would stumble about the forest for hours, trying to understand the bright lights and blobs of color, and by the time they were ready to become apprentices, they were relatively good at maneuvering at night. Understandably, Gingerheart was not terribly sorry to see them leave the Nursery and become apprentices.

-Apprenticeship-

Once Vixenkit took on the name Vixenpaw, she was given to a grizzly, grumpy warrior named Viperbite. Tough and stern, the warrior worked her hard and long to train her relatively slender body "into something worth fighting against," as he put it. Although the two of them, with their independent, confident natures, clashed often, Viperbite was the perfect mentor for Vixenpaw. On their first day of fighting training, Vixenpaw somehow managed to get her jaws on his tail, and she would not let go no matter how much he batted at her.

This discovery led to six moons of jaw muscle training; Viperbite built up Vixenpaw's bite until it was nearly unbreakable. "You've got nothing else going for you, kid, so we might as well do this," he grumbled nearly every day, although even Vixenpaw could see that he wasn't as grumpy as he appeared to be.

Vixenpaw's first battle came during the last few moons of her training. Nighteyes told BrushClan that StarClan had sent her a sign--they were to attack GrassClan and deliver divine punishment. And so a large group of BrushClan warriors and apprentices, Vixenpaw included, traveled to the open land of GrassClan.

It was here that Vixenpaw's fear of open spaces was formed. Her first battle was tough and confusing--she had never known GrassClan cats could be so fast. BrushClan was at a nearly complete disadvantage in the small woodlands that made up GrassClan's camp; the little underbrush here was very disconcerting for them, as they were used for cramped spaces and little moving room. Before long, BrushClan retreated, but not before Vixenpaw managed to catch one of the swift GrassClan apprentices and set her jaws in his paw. However much he shook and snarled, she did not let go; it took Viperbite yowling at her to "cut it out before I claw your ears off!" for her to release.

The BrushClan cats returned to the Clan, defeated and downtrodden. Even so, a moon later Vixenpaw, Hawkpaw, Foxpaw, and the other apprentices were made into warriors. Vixenpaw was named Vixenfang in honor of her powerful jaws (Viperbite's idea).

-Warriorhood-

Shortly after Vixenfang became a warrior, a horrible secret was revealed to BrushClan. Nighteyes was exposed for the impostor that she was, and Vixenfang took part with the rest of the Clan in snarling for her immediate banishment. She was kicked straight out of the Clan, even chased by one or two warriors. Even so, for the next few moons the Clan mourned their loss; even though she had betrayed them and led them into danger, Nighteyes had been an important part of the close-knit Clan.

Time passed, small battles were fought, and foxes and badgers were kicked from BrushClan territory. Little of interest happened, however, and only now that new fox burrows have been discovered in the territory is BrushClan growing stressed and uneasy once more. A difficult task lies ahead of them if the foxes become a threat to the Clan.