- Nov 25, 2023
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Despite the rogues being gone... the young warrior still feels on edge. How can he not, after his eyes laid upon the bodies of warriors and apprentices, and then later a very wounded Lichentail? He knows that the life of a warrior is never easy— food, shelter, and safety isn't always a given. He should be grateful that there's enough prey to go around, and that he has comfortable nest to sleep in. But safety... his mind can't stop itself from thinking back to Lichentail. Eelpaw.... helpless... Apprentices will die... Her hoarse, strained voice shook him to the core— he doesn't want Eelpaw to die! Whether it be from a rogue, or an enemy warrior. At first Foxtail was keeping her in camp as the rogue situation got worse, but it didn't stop after that. She's still so small, He tried to tell himself today, after sending Eelpaw off to the elders den to groom their pelts. ...I should give it some more time before I take her out again. What if there are some stragglers lurking about? He has to absolutely make sure the rogues are gone.
He starts to pad towards the camp entrance, when a fellow warrior pads after him. The other warrior is far older than Foxtail, wearing battle scars like a trophy; more experienced in every way. This warrior steps in Foxtail's way, and Foxtail comes to a stop, blinking in slight confusion. "Do you need something? I-I was about to go hunting," He asks, and the older warrior nods. "Smokestar wants to speak with you. He's waiting in his den for you." The older warrior's tail swishes and points to the towering willow tree at the edge of camp, Foxtail feeling his heart beat in alarm. Smokestar wants to speak to him? ...Was he doing something wrong? With a shaky nod, Foxtail pads through camp, green olive eyes locked on the willow tree.
With a gulp, the nervous warrior pops his head into Smokestar's den. "S-Smokestar, may I come in?" He mews, and waits for his leader's response. Once Smokestar nods, the young warrior steps into the den, his tail drooped low to the ground. "...Y-you wanted to speak with me?"
He starts to pad towards the camp entrance, when a fellow warrior pads after him. The other warrior is far older than Foxtail, wearing battle scars like a trophy; more experienced in every way. This warrior steps in Foxtail's way, and Foxtail comes to a stop, blinking in slight confusion. "Do you need something? I-I was about to go hunting," He asks, and the older warrior nods. "Smokestar wants to speak with you. He's waiting in his den for you." The older warrior's tail swishes and points to the towering willow tree at the edge of camp, Foxtail feeling his heart beat in alarm. Smokestar wants to speak to him? ...Was he doing something wrong? With a shaky nod, Foxtail pads through camp, green olive eyes locked on the willow tree.
With a gulp, the nervous warrior pops his head into Smokestar's den. "S-Smokestar, may I come in?" He mews, and waits for his leader's response. Once Smokestar nods, the young warrior steps into the den, his tail drooped low to the ground. "...Y-you wanted to speak with me?"
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@SMOKESTAR
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credit to skaicraft (via insta) for the artwork <3
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Foxtailwarriorcisgender male [he / him]
warmhearted
timid
experience: trained
backstory: tbd
biography: [HYPERLINK]
credit to rai for the mini & tropics for the icon <3
eyes: green
pelt: cinnamon/chocolate
fur length: long
parents: dawnflower and redfur (riverclan npcs)
17 moons