Snowfox of Shadowclan

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NAME! Snowfox
AGE! 16 moons
RANK! Warrior
GENDER! Female
CLAN! Shadowclan
SHORT DESC.! A slender white she-cat with gentle hazel eyes.

FULL DESCRIPTION!

Snowfox is a she-cat of small stature, and equally small voice, though she is still young and hopes to grow yet. Her small frame appears weak, but her legs are strong allowing for swift movement and great leaps. Her long white fur, although sleek, is quick to tangle if she doesn't care for it carefully. Her big, round eyes are a mossy hazel and gleam with a look of perpetual curiosity. Similar in appearance to a Turkish Angora, she would be sure to defend her honour to any cat that would dare compare her to a kittypet.
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PERSONALITY!

Snowfox appears meek to the unknowing feline, but those that are acquainted with her know what she is capable of. She is sly and intelligent, an excellent combatant, though this is something she had worked hard on with time. She does not fall into traps easily, being suspicious of any uncertain situations. She can handle her own in a fight, but she will never say no to help and will certainly give credit where it is due.
This slender she-cat may be a trusty fighter, but she prefers a cozy den to a row with another clan. Although suspicious and hard to warm up to, Snowfox cares deeply for her clanmates, believing to her fullest extent that they will be there for her as much as she will be there for them.
Although she is good on the land, Snowfox can't swim to save her life. Her long fur weighs her down, and the mere idea of entering fur causes panic to rise in her chest. She feels that she is likely a coward for being defeated by such a small thing, but she can't get over it.
She also has a healthy fear of owls, for good reason, typically leading to her not being sent on night patrols.

HISTORY!

It can be said that not all cats of Shadowclan are dark and cruel. One such case of this was with the birth of tiny Snowkit. Her mother was a grey and white she-cat by the name of Stormclaw. She was too gentle and trusting for her own good, believing that all clans should be united. Unfortunately, she took this too far when she fell in love with a Shadowclan warrior. When she became pregnant and eventually bore his kits, her clan was confused, and quite angry. Stormclaw feared for her kits and intended to escape to her lovers clan. Unfortunately, as she met her lover at their border, her clan caught her. Stonepelt took his kittens to the Shadowclan leader and begged for them to be allowed to live there. At first, the Shadowclan cats were uncertain and wanted them to leave, but in the end a queen agreed to suckle them.
Snowkit had been named for pelt as white as snow, standing out amongst her grey siblings. She was small, and not expected to survive long. But she quickly grew into a little terror. Inquisitive and bright, she frequently led the other kittens into the camp to harass the elders for stories.
When the time came for Snowkit and her siblings to become apprentices, the warriors seemed resentful of taking on the task. But Snowpaw was quick to learn and showed an aptitude for hunting. She was small, but could move with great speed and agility. This made her a formidable foe to any bird or mouse. But her size had a huge downside. It was very easy for larger cats to pin her, putting her in a dangerous position.
Snowpaw practiced hard, knowing that her denmates were closer to becoming warriors than she was.
Her chance came at the age of 11 moons. She was on a dawnpatrol with her brother and their mentors. So far, there had been no disturbances.
As they made their way back to camp, they were stopped by the smell of fox. It seemed close to camp. Snowpaw's brother, Sootpaw, took off eagerly, ignoring his mentors words. As he disappeared from view, they heard the screech of an owl, and then nothing. A trace of him was never found, but Snowpaw would remember the smell of that bird for the rest of her life.
They had bigger worries as they made their way towards camp and the smell of fox grew stronger. Breaking into a run, they rushed to find it. And they did. Far too close to camp, the fox was skulking around, looking for easy prey.
Snowpaws mentor told her to get back to camp, but she didn't listen, instead choosing to crawl up a nearby tree. The fox was too big and too strong. Her mentor was taken down, but not before he'd landed several heavy hits. The other warrior had dealt damage as well, but the fox had bit back, shredding the older cats hind leg.
Enraged, Snowpaw hurled herself from the tree onto the wounded fox, tearing at it with all the fury she felt from the loss of her brother and mentor. Even when it lay bloody and broken, she continued her assault until there was little left but a pile of shredded flesh.
With her help, the wounded warrior was able to return to camp and seek help. There, he regaled the other cats with tales depicting her as a brave combatant.
Snowpaw was soon made a warrior, being given the name Snowfox for having been the only apprentice to have taken down a fox. It was considered a great feat, and the cats that had been in camp that day would never forget that on that day her fur was red.

RP EXAMPLE!

The small silver she-cat had been hunting, if you could really call it that. She understood about staying downwind, and she could move as silently as any other experienced hunter. But she still had no luck catching any prey. It wasn't for lack of trying, she just didn't have the patience for it.
She sighed to herself and she stalked grumpily along. She knew it was pathetic, her inability to hunt. She was sure that the other clan members mocked her for it behind her back. But she knew that she hadn't been chosen as deputy for her hunting abilities or her respect within the clan. Those things barely existed. Wolfstrike had chosen her for her combative skills. She was a dangerous foe in battle. She had never backed down from a fight.

A gentle breeze swept past her and caught her nose. Squirrel! She was sure of it! Crouching down, she began to slink through the trees. This could be her chance! Alas, as the smell of blood and another cat his her nose, she knew it was too late. Another clan member had gotten there first. It was one of their clan members, right? Her fur bristled and she quickened her pace. It was probably a Shadowclan cat! What were they doing so far into Thunderclan territory? Those mangy thieves... Nearing the Great Sycamore, she moved into a full sprint. She saw the cat, already climbing their proud tree. Spitting, she leaped for it.

Only too late, when her claws connected with tail, did she realize it was Frozenfang. Embarrassment washed over her and she quickly dropped from the tree. Landing on the ground, she took a couple steps away and began washing her tail.
"Really, Frozenfang. You couldn't hear me coming? Sometimes I think you're still just like an apprentice." She spoke haughtily, trying to cover her error.

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