Vixenstar {WindClan}

[{Otter}]

VIXENSTAR
FORTY-FIVE MOONS - FEMALE - WINDCLAN/ LEADER
SKINNY GINGER TABBY SHE-CAT WITH DEEP AMBER EYES

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name etymology;

When born, she was given the name Vixenkit because of her ginger, fox-like fur as well as her mother's hope that she would grow up to find and kill the fox that killed her father. As a warrior, she was given the name Vixenfang to honor the one physical advantage she has over other cats--a powerful, nearly unbreakable bite. Now she is Vixenstar because she is leader ^.^

religious outlook;

WindClan has long since been the Clan closest to StarClan. Their territory has always been closest to the place where medicine cats and leader share tongues with their ancestors--the Moonstone in the old territory, and now the Moonpool. As a result, it is difficult for a WindClanner to abandon the faith so easily. Stubborn as a tick, Vixenstar is a firm and steadfast believer in StarClan and refuses even to open her mind to the idea that they do not exist. This goes so far as to cause her to feel a fair bit of disgust for those who no longer believe in their ancestors, and she has little respect for such cats (and isn't afraid to show it).

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appearance;

Thick, dark ginger fur stretches across Vixenstar's very skinny, very thin body. Barely visible most of the time, darker ginger stripes run across her body and down her shoulders. Her thick fur keeps her comfortable and warm during the leafbare moons, but she is often very uncomfortable in hotter seasons. Her deep amber eyes can be as warm as a greenleaf summer or as sharp and angry as an adder's glare.

Vixenstar is extremely skinny, although she eats a ton. She loves to eat. However, a high metabolism makes it so that it is ridiculously hard for her to gain weight. She's just naturally small and wiry. She has long muscles rather than bulky ones, and her fighting ability comes from agility and quick reflexes rather than actual strength. Though her claws are of normal length and her hearing, eyesight, and scenting are average, Vixenstar does have one advantage: her bite. Vixenstar's bite has become famous for its power. Her fangs are only a little bit longer than average, and only a little bit sharper, but in her training she learned to use these fangs to her full advantage, since her lack of muscle and body weight already put her at a disadvantage. Her bite is very strong and very stubborn, and not easy to escape.

personality;

First off, Vixenstar is a tomboy. She does not have very many she-cat friends, but rather always tended to hang out with toms. Kits make her uncomfortable. She was always the most rough-and-tumble kit in the nursery and has carried this rowdiness to the present time...only, she's turned her playful aggression into the aggression of a warrior. When in battle, she can be completely blinded by her rage, and it takes a lot for her to call off the attack. No, she wouldn't kill a warrior in cold blood, but she can get carried away and go too far during the heat of battle. Many warriors have spent several moons in the medicine cat den because of her.

When it comes to interacting with other cats, Vixenstar can be very unobservant. She is not very good at detecting subtle hints. Therefore, she is not very good at realizing if she is insulting someone or hurting their feelings...or at noticing if a cat is about to snap and attack her. She is also terrible at realizing if a tom is flirting with her. Since toms have always been her best friends, she doesn't even really think about having a mate or falling in love. It just isn't very high on her priority list.

In any case, Vixenstar is an assertive, outspoken, and stubborn she-cat. Her confidence allows her to easily give orders to other cats, and she had no qualms with speaking to big groups. She does not keep her opinions to herself, and is very poor at twisting words in her favor. She says what she means, and there is no beating around the bush--many have been insulted because of her untactful approach. Though her frank words can be hurtful (and get her into trouble) at times, most cats respect and appreciate her for her honesty. Clanmates know they can come to her for her real opinion, even though it might be presented in a less-than-kind way. She isn't afraid to tell a cat they're being an idiot, and she has no patience for flattery, bribery, or anything said to her that is not honest.

Although she has been working on thinking before she acts, Vixenstar is still every much a rash cat. Because she tends to act on impulse rather than wisdom, she can be egged into saying something she doesn't mean or starting a fight that doesn't need to be started.

Finally, Vixenstar is very vengeful. From the moment she heard of the fox that killed her father, she has been the kind of cat that absolutely will get enemies back for what they do. This doesn't always end with fighting (especially if her revenge is aimed at a Clanmate), but she WILL get her revenge. She does not forget insults easily, especially when aimed at her Clan, and she can sometimes get obsessed in her quest for vengeance.

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history;

Kithood

Vixenstar was born to Gingerpatch on a cold, snowy, leafbare afternoon, along with one brother. They never saw their father, Runningstorm. He was hunting alone in the territory when he stumbled across the burrow of a female fox. In a characteristic flash of ambition, he attempted to drive the vixen away alone. The next morning, his body was found, stiff and bloody, beside the fox burrow. The vixen had wandered away, injured but not fatally, and was seen a few more times throughout the next moon or two with a scar across her chest. Runningstorm was brought back to camp, and Gingerpatch was broken in grief and mourned heavily. In her grief, she named her female kit Vixenkit and the male Foxkit, seemingly for their fur color, but inwardly for her hopes that her children would grow into warriors that could and would track down that fox and kill her.

Although Foxkit grew at a normal rate, from the beginning Vixenkit was a very small, very scrawny kit. For whatever reason, it was very hard for her to gain weight. Her thick ginger fur hid most of her scrawniness, but it was still very clear just how undersized she was. Most cats didn't think she would make it through the leafbare, but she did. In fact, she was the rowdiest kit in the nursery (much rowdier than larger Foxkit) and would often annoy the queens so much that she had to be sent outside.

Apprenticeship

At six moons old, Vixenkit became Vixenpaw. She was given to Rabbitflight, a young warrior who was almost as small and wiry as she was. He taught her to fight with her agility and wits rather than with brute force, and it was he who encouraged her to put her fangs to good use. With countless drills to strengthen her bite, he taught her to dig her fangs in hard and never let go, and even when she was young she became known for her stubborn bite. Her friends were always tomcats, and she was the one to start any play-fights.

The first battle she was ever in was at seven moons old, in a skirmish with RiverClan. Vixenpaw almost wasn't permitted to go with the battle patrol because of her size, but she badgered and pestered Rabbitflight into letting her come. Obviously it was too soon in her training for her to be a good fighter, and she kept side-by-side with Rabbitflight most of the time. However, she did get one moment of glory that she would always be proud of--an enemy apprentice attacked Rabbitflight from behind, and Vixenpaw pounced on the RiverClan apprentice and sank her teeth into the his tail. The apprentice yowled and spat, but Vixenpaw remembered Rabbitflight's warning to never let go, and she hung on tight until Rabbitflight finally dragged her off. Needless to say, the RiverClan apprentice ran away.

This was the only battle she faced as an apprentice. The rest of her time was spent with training vigorously as her ambitions grew. She didn't care that she was small and scrawny--she would be the best warrior she could be. Gingerpatch, on the other hand, was not so hopeful. She was rather disappointed with her children--a hopelessly scrawny daughter and a lazy, gentle son. She had hoped her daughter would be big and strong and muscular, the kind of cat to take down a full-grown vixen. But Vixenpaw was small and skinny, and Gingerpatch was disappointed. Foxpaw was about the size of Gingerpatch's dreams, but he lacked the fighting spirit. Disappointment caused Gingerpatch to slowly turn away form her children, and Vixenpaw set herself to prove her mother wrong.

The moment she was old enough to leave camp on her own, Vixenpaw started looking for the fox that killed her father. Her mother had drilled this need into her and Foxpaw since they was born, and even lazy Foxpaw deemed to join her in her search. They came across several foxes when they were still apprentices and received multiple bites sand scratches because of those encounters. Only once did they actually win a fight (granted, it was a very small, young, inexperienced fox) but they learned and grew form their failures. Needless to say, they did not find the right vixen.

Warriorhood

At twelve moons old, Vixenpaw became Vixenfang in honor of her powerful bite. Although Gingerpatch may have been disappointed in her children's efforts to find the fox, the current leader, Breezestar, was not. Vixenfang and Foxtail had more experience with foxes than most warriors several moons older than them (although Breezestar was not happy about how much Vixenfang and Foxtail had sneaked out of camp and disobeyed orders in order to gain this experience), and they became the go-to cats when it came to foxes. Whenever there was a patrol sent out to scope out a new fox den, Vixenfang and Foxtail were always a part of it. Vixenfang, of course, didn't mind--she felt proud of herself, even if Gingerpatch didn't, and was glad to be able to search for the vixen at whim. By this time, the need to find her father's killer went beyond mere urging from her mother--Vixenfang felt she owed it to the father she had never met. Despite all this, the vixen remained aloof.

Mentoring

Vixenfang's first apprentice was a spunky little smart-mouth named Viperpaw. The two had almost the exact same personality, and therefore got into fights all the time, but ultimately they clicked very well. Vixenfang's deep fear of thunder and water arose when she sent Viperpaw on a solo hunting mission. A storm rolled in quickly and Viperpaw didn't come back for a long time, so Vixenfang went out to look for her. As she searched, the sky opened and rain began to gush from the clouds. Huge cracks of thunder and blinding flashes of lightning lit up the forest as she searched, and Vixenfang's fear grew with each pawstep. She couldn't find Viperpaw anywhere!

Finally she found Viperpaw clinging to fallen log in the middle of an overflowing stream. Though she hated water, Vixenfang managed to swim herself over to her apprentice and latch onto the log, but her incompetency at swimming and her small size made it so that she simply could not pull Viperpaw back to shore. They were both swept away by the current and would have drowned were it not for Foxtail, who had come looking for them. They were both pulled from the water no worse for the wear (except that they came down with a cold within the next moon), but Vixenfang had never been so terrified in her life. She now associates every crack of thunder with the horror she had felt when she was wondering if she would ever see Viperpaw again, and water is especially detestable to her, as she was shown clearly that day that she cannot swim well.

In any case, it was a challenge, but Vixenfang trained her first apprentice without further incident, and Viperpaw became Viperclaw.

Warriorhood con't

When Vixenfang was twenty-five moons old, she and Foxtail finally found the vixen they had been searching for, recognizing her by the scar across her chest. At this point, Vixenfang's true battle rage came into play for the first time as she flung her small body at the large fox. Moving quickly, she dodged around the fox and clamped her jaws firmly on a hind paw, digging her fangs in deep as it snarled and tried to shake her. Even Foxtail managed to whip up some fury as he attacked, using his larger bulk to try and knock the fox over.

Had help not come, both warriors would have died. They were fighting admirably, but were both crippled one way or another--Vixenfang was too small, and Foxtail was too gentle. They dealt the vixen countless blows, but received just as many in return. When a patrol of WindClan warriors (including Viperclaw) finally heard the fight and came to help them, Vixenfang felt as if her jaws would fall off--she had refused to release the fox's hind paw and felt it break more and more beneath her grip.

The extra patrol ended the battle--their strong, fresh bodies piled onto the fox and killed it quickly. Vixenfang and Foxtail were lead back to the medicine cat den, where they spent several moons recovering. Gingerpatch, of course, came out of her sulking to praise them, but by then her praise was not what mattered--Vixenfang's chest welled with pride as she realized her father was finally avenged.

Her pride was all but smashed when Breezestar entered the medicine cat den and harshly scolded her and Foxtail. She will never forget his quiet, disappointed words and the feeling she had as she stared, wide-eyed, at her furious leader: "After all you two went through as apprentices, I would have thought that by now you would have realized that fighting a fox alone doesn't work," he growled, tail lashing back and forth as he shifted his glare from the cowering Foxtail to the stubborn Vixenfang. "Did you feel it had to be just the two of you? Did you think the rest of the Clan does not want to avenge your father? He may be blood related to you, but he was our family, too."

The leader paused, and his serious eyes darkened with sorrow. "We knew Runningstorm--we fought beside him." His eyes sharpened once more as he snapped, "Did you think we wanted you to have to take revenge on the fox alone? Why do you think I had the two of you lead patrols to find the foxes all these moons? This was a thing for the Clan. We work together. We hold each other up. The two of you nearly got killed because you were too proud and too rash to wait and find help. And what would have happened if you had died? We would have had two more warriors--two more family members--to avenge, and the fox would have gotten away once more." At that, he had shook his head angrily and stormed out of the den, tail-tip twitching in fury. Even Vixenfang was humbled.

Deputyship

Because of these disappointed words, it is somewhat surprising that Vixenfang was made deputy nine moons later. She was 34 moons old and had barely fully recovered when the current deputy, Streamfur, received a crippling blow in a battle with RiverClan and had to retire to the elder's den. When Breezestar called her name as the new deputy of WindClan, the ginger she-cat was rightly astounded, although she did her best not to show her confusion as she accepted the Clan's congratulations.

Later, Vixenfang went to Breezestar's den and asked, in blunt terms, why he had picked her. His response was simple: "You are passionate about what matters to you. This you showed when you and Foxtail took on that vixen. You are fierce in battle; brutally honest to your Clanmates.You will have to learn to control you rashness and bite back your pride, but once I'm done with you, you will make a fine leader."

And so Vixenfang began a new chapter of her life. She was a natural at dealing out orders and punishments, of course; her fierce, stubborn spirit made sure of that. But she was an absolute disaster at forming diplomatic answers and telling the truth in ways that would not insult another cat--all her life, she had simply told the truth bluntly, without any fluff. Now she had to learn to sugarcoat bad news so that she wouldn't alarm the Clan. This she took with a grain of salt, and even now she only sugarcoats things when she absolutely must.

Vixenfang spent six moons--half a hear--under Breezestar's instruction. He was a steadfast believer in StarClan, and so even if Vixenfang had wanted to turn away from the ancestors, she wouldn't have had the chance. When he concocted greencough and passed his last life on to StarClan, she was far more prepared than when she had begun.

Leadership

Vixenfang became Vixenstar five moons ago, when she was 40 moons old. Since Breezestar's passing she has not lost her sharp tongue or her brutal honesty (for now there is no Breezestar to make her be diplomatic) and is still learning the ropes of being a leader. She is still a bit rash, and has already lost one life. How? She insisted upon joining the patrol to chase away a badger, fastened her fangs in its paw, and didn't let go until she was knocked unconscious. The badger ran off, but needless to say her deputy and Clan were less than happy with her ^.^

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alias;

Otter!

experience;

Forever. Like....6+ years? Off and on, though.

looking around;

Great question...I think proboareds support?

codeword;

salmon

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