Foxslash//ShadeClan

[Duskstar]

Before we start, I must tell you who I am. My name is Ripplestar. I am a member of StarClan. You may be wondering why I am telling you about this cat, and there is a very good reason. I was her father, her mentor, and her leader. I knew her better than anyone else in the clan. No one has ever doubted that. The reason why she cannot tell her own story? Ah, a very good question. My daughter has not been happy with her life. She knows not what is to come of her ever sense I died. So, she covers it up, acts loyal, and defends her clan. Though truly she is never really happy. Sadly, I cannot contact her. Only send my blessings and love down to her.

And now, my friends, I tell her story.

Name:
The name of my wonderful daughter is Foxslash.

Age:
She has lived for the longest 14 moons I have ever known.

Gender:
Foxslash is a She-cat.

Clan:
The clan she is loyal and proud to, ShadeClan.

Rank:
I proudly say that I have trained her to be a skilled warrior.

Appearance:
I have always been jealous of my daughter's good looks. She got that from her mother's side of the family. Her fur was short and easily manageable, sleek and beautiful. Never once did she wake up with anything sticking to it, or have to groom herself that throughly at the end of the day. The ginger color also came from her mother, though I do believe the white paws, ears, underbelly and tail tip were my doing.

Foxslash had a sort of majestic look to her. She had long limbs, complete with a long tail, and when she ran... It was as if every good thing from the world had come together into a single cat. As if the world could never be bad again. But we all knew. We knew that this was kit-talk, and that peace could never be forever. But if she turned her head to look at you, and those eyes shone brightly at you, you could never help but second guess yourself. Maybe peace COULD be forever. Maybe we would never have to worry about anything ever again. Their color was similar to the morning sun, with a interesting yellow color.

Foxslash's claws were long and sharp, very painful actually. I remember that part very vividly, for she was never careful to keep her claws in while play fighting with me. Oh, how many trips it took to the medicine cat's den to raise the spunky little Foxkit. She would feel so HORRIBLE about it, sitting by me while Appleheart applied medicines to the scratches. I hated going there, but she always made me. When Foxkit ran out of the den in joy, I could see her brown pads, then the small glint of black from her claws.

Personality:
Foxslash could have easily be called a stubborn cat. I remember that she would NEVER give up on anything, which actually was quite annoying at times. She could come up with a comeback in an argument before you could say "mouse", and it was always creative and often funny. That was another thing about my daughter, her sense of humor brightened up everyone's day. No matter how tough things were, young Foxslash could make a joke out of it. There were times where you couldn't tell if she was being serious or not.

Then, once I died, my daughter was never the same. Her jokes stopped, and all she seemed to do was sit in the Warrior's Den until given an order to do something. Things got better as moons past, but her wonderful yellow eyes just never glinted with the happiness that they used to. Foxslash has covered up her emotions for a long long while, and though her outside looks the same, her insides are crumbling with sorrow. And, it is all my fault.

History:
I was never a kind looking cat, and I had a short temper, but Foxkit never feared me. Instead she looked up to the old flea bag I was. How foolish of her. I hate to have caused my love such pain. As a kit, Foxslash had a nice personality, with good morals and humor. She could find a joke out of anything. Her mind was well developed(that came from MY side of the family), and she always tried her best to do the right thing. Hyperness was a big thing for her, and though I loved her with all my heart, she would get rather annoying as a kit. Constant times I would have to scold her for sneaking out of camp or being too loud when others were trying to sleep. It was hard to draw the line between me being her friend, or her father. She was just so hard to NOT be a friend to! Her energy was endless, and you could see her ginger fur out in the clearing at moonhigh many times. Foxkit's loudness would wake up warriors and queens, who would storm out of their nests in anger. Finally came the day that the queens could kick the furball out of the nursery and into the apprentices den.

Foxpaw was still a pawful as an apprentice, and I would know. I was her mentor after all. She just never seemed to grow out of that fiery personality. However, her keen mind overcame her jumpiness and she learned very quickly. Within the first moon of apprenticeship my daughter had already mastered all of the hunting crouches. She did, however, seem to have a very hard time with fighting. No matter how many times I tried to teach her a new move, it would take all day just for it to sink in. Even then it wasn't anywhere near perfect, which was slightly annoying. I began to think that Foxpaw wouldn't be able to be made a warrior on time, simply because her fighting skills were not developed enough.

She proved me wrong at the age of 10 moons.

I was on my last life by now, and everyone was beginning to worry about when I would lose it. Especially Foxpaw. No matter how many times I tried to explain to the clan that I will die when I die, they just wouldn't listen. To prove to them that I was not afraid to join StarClan, I arranged a patrol, my apprentice and I among it, to drive away a recently found badger in our territory.

When we got to its den, Foxpaw, myself, and the two other warriors on the patrol were surprised to see TWO badgers instead of one. This was a major problem, as you can imagine, considering it took multiple warriors to take on one badger. Before we could turn back, both of them launched an attack. I yelled at Foxpaw to go get help, but she refused. Boy did my daughter fight like a warrior! It seemed as though everything simply clicked in those few moments. When it was all over, only a few scratches and a nicked ear had hurt her. I would have been fine as well, if the badgers hadn't gashed my side and side of my head. Blood poured freely from the wounds, and Foxpaw's eyes went from triumph, to fear as I fell to the ground.

I died that very night, but not before ordering my deputy to make my daughter a warrior.

Ever since then Foxslash has blamed herself for my death, and extreme sadness has taken over her.

Kin: Ripplestar(father)