Foxkit || Kit || Mistclan

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Foxkit | Foxpaw | Foxeyes Male | 0 moons | INTP Rufescent, spotted black with an ash-tipped tail and orange eyes Asexual Smells of his mother's wet musk and milk Mistclan Kit Esoteric boy type Appearance A svelte, leggy tom with a medium-length coat of faintly spotted fur. Foxkit's tail is surprisingly bushy for it's rather average length, and the fur along the nape of his neck and face are wild and a little wiry. His legs are extremely long and thin, matching his narrow head and pointed muzzle, and his paws are very small for his size, with ankles that would appear almost as if the wind could topple him over. Foxkit's pelt appears like a faithful blend of Saltweed and Troutfang. The majority of his body is a rufescent black, with subtle variations in hue along his pelt. His long legs are a dusty, faint brown and the tip of his bushy tail is an ashy white. In direct sunlight, faint black rosettes can be made out against the reddish sheen of his pelt. His whiskers, paw pads, and nose are pure black, and his namesake comes from his vivid orange eyes that glow through narrow, almond-shaped slits. Like his mother, Foxkit has a small beauty mark dotting his upper lip. Personality [Core Personality Traits] Aloof | Apathetic | Calm | Magisterial | Posh | Cunning | Impish | Sarcastic | Prudent | Cruel Foxeyes is an aloof cat whose outwardly callous and cold nature often drive away potential friends as most perceive him as condescending and stuck-up. He can be a bit hurtful and disrespectful with his cutting, cool words without meaning to, and his usual demeanor regarding most things is nonchalant and disinterested. Because such apathy often leads him to avoid social interaction, there isn’t too much known about him. Foxeyes is calm individual who isn’t really worked up, and this often lends to the pompous and magisterial air that he wears about him. He often sees himself above others who squabble and whine about little nothings, holding tight to his dignity which he believes makes him he greater cat. Because of such, the brazen young warrior carries himself in a very posh and refined manner. When he is in a respectful mood, he has quite the array of politeness, though it doesn’t always come off sound as genuine as he may hope. However, when in a poorer mood, the tom has instead a venom to his voice and a haughtiness heavy enough to easily identifying him as having a God Complex. Despite such a haughty demeanor, Foxeyes is still a young and wily cat through and through. The shady cat has a very cunning nature with great guile. He isn’t one to be trifled with as his wit is razor-sharp and sly as he goes about his everyday business. Coupled with his usual impishness, the tom has a small place in his shriveled up, icy black heart for humor. He loves anything he believes to be funny, from seeing a well thought-out prank succeed or simply another cat tripping over their paws. In this regard, Foxeyes has very plain delights, 'cookie-cutter' tastes. However, his favorite kind is a dry, sarcastic wit. A dark humor which causes all those listening to pause and think is the best kind to him and the one he practices most frequently. When he isn’t focus on comedy, Foxeyes is still quite the clever cat. Prudent and well-reasoned, Foxeyes is a level-headed cat who can look a problem head-on and reason out the best course of action. Often times, the young cat can appear fairly wise for his age, though don’t tell him that; a fair portion of it only comes from the constant stroking of his high and mighty ego. In his adulthood however, he has found his soul to be in a dark, deviant place. Foxeyes had succumbed to the cruel inner subconscious of his mind. Having become soured by envy of those who have surpassed him and given the sweet taste of the fruit of the forbidden forest, Foxeyes has become a more morally grey and unforgivable individual. Driven by his 'simple pleasures' as murder and the sway of common instinct, the tom often fights with the thought of remaining redeemable to his clanmates or simply acting in his own manner. For now, he tenderly treads the line. History Foxkit was born of a Mistclan-loyal relationship between two stern warriors- a cold, silvery-dappled molly named Saltweed, and a wiry black and white tom named Troutfang, alongside only a sister. Foxkit will be raised alongside Thistlekit by Saltweed's stern guidance, without their father's influence. Many believe that these cats will be quite the genius warriors, but will likely have no sense of a social life. Relationships [Immediate Family] Father Troutfang | Mistclan warrior - NPC | [Alive] "I don't care." Mother Saltweed | Mistclan warrior | [Alive] "Her voice is harsh and milk isn't very tasty." Littermates Thistlekit | Mistclan kit | [Alive] ”She's too loud.” [Extended Family] Great Uncle Sabletail | Mistclan Deputy | [Alive] "I don't care." Cousins Petalpaw | Mistclan apprentice | [Alive] ”I don't care.” Aunt Snowpoppy | Mistclan warrior | [Alive] ”I don't care.” Adoptive Aunts Foxflight | Mistclan warrior | [Alive] ”I don't care.” Stoatwhisker | Mistclan warrior | [Alive] ”I don't care.” Mentor [Miscellaneous] Friends Acquaintances RP Example [RP from PokéPark on Pokefarm - Babayaga the Delphox] Honey gold eyes leered in the darkness of the rain which was now much stronger than the former sprinkle of droplets it had evolved from. A faint hiss sounded against the pattering of the shower overhead as the droplets evaporated off the plume of fur that the fox Pokemon donned. Babayaga's upper lip curled as a growl escaped her lungs, flattening her large ears to the best of her ability. With her thick tail lashing uneasily, the slender Delphox shrank back further into the underground, which seemed to grow tighter around her the further she moved. In her current size- even being one of the smaller creatures in the breed- was still much more problematic when it came to hiding. So easy it had been to shy away into a tangle of dense vegetation to avoid the rain as a Fennekin- even a Braixen. But now Baba seemed to be the brunt of nature's frustrations as the falling droplets broke through the barrier that the dark canopy of foresty trees had once held in strength before the thin membranes of the leaves grew heavy and limp with water. Sizzling. Sizzling was not good. It proved too loud of a sound, even for the rain-filled air that gave a soft splatter with every collision between the draining sky and accepting earth. It would only take one Pokemon with the keenest of hearing to pinpoint the sizzle- even higher chances that they would catch sight of the steam- and Baba was doomed. There was hardly a chance she could win a battle on a sunny day, let alone a heavily rainy one. The dangerous threat of being found was too much for the frantic creature to take and the towering Fox Pokemon tore off into a run on all four- appearing quite awkward albeit, but faster than she would've got it travelling upright on her hind legs. She had to get out of this drizzly wood and as she fled, a trail of steam followed more slowly in pursuit as it floated from her hissing pelt. It didn't take long for the Fire-Type to come across a cavern, and though it smelled of foreign scents that made her skin crawl with paranoia, the thought of remaining out in the cold wetness of the outside world when she was already becoming sopping wet was more than enough to send her packing into the cave without a hint of hesitation. Upon entering the stony mouth of the landscape, Baba had not an inkling as to where she was, what else was in inside with her, and how well she would fare before the weather let up. In an attempt to quash any feelings of terror or regret for entering the unusual cavern, the scrawny Delphox elicited a thin streak of flame from her honey-toned muzzle and grinned a bit at the sound of loud fizzling as the jet of fire evaporated what water she trailed in from the stone floor and charred a small portion of the area. And while the spot was still hot with embers, the tall fox creature hurriedly hunkered down and curled into as tight of a ball as she could ever get. The sudden warmth was enticing and drew a purr from deep within her throat, though the feeling was short-lived as the rest of her damp hide smothered out the lasting little lives of heat. But at least she could dry there in peace. ”Hopefully…”

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