Foxspark

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Foxspark is a small, dark ginger and white she-cat with gleaming blue-yellow eyes.

## Foxspark

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## Education

### Mentor:

Waterhusk

**Foxspark** is an AcornClan warrior currently serving under Maplestar's leadership, though that wasn't always the case. She was born to Ember as a loner around the same time as Coralkit of Maplepelt's camp, with no littermates, known father or other cats. It was just her and her mother, barely surviving throughout the late leaf-bare. When newleaf came around and the snow covering the earth melted, there was still very little prey. Ember did everything she could to keep little **Fox** alive and safe, though she eventually resorted to fighting a dog over a squirrel carcass, sustaining multiple injuries in the process. She was unaware that the dog, and thus its kill, carried a deadly illness, and she succumbed to it the day after being infected. Fox was left alone, but eventually found by Whispertuft of AcornClan after eating some of the squirrel meat so she wouldn't starve. She still had some of it in her mouth as the older cat dragged her back to her camp.

In AcornClan, **Foxkit** quickly recieved her new name and was then rushed to the medicine cats. Rookshell examined the inside of her mouth, the remnants of diseased squirrel stuck in her teeth, and realized just how much smaller she was than normal kits. Soon, Wolfpaw came to the conclusion that she had the same illness as the canids he saw in a vision, and the young kit was put into an isolated area.

One day, when Maplestar was checking her condition and debating on what to do with her, she contracted the disease and lost a life the following day - just like Ember. On another occurence, Rookshell was the one to be infected, and she just barely stayed among the living due to her apprentice's efforts. After two and a half long moons, and making friends with Nightingalekit and Rosykit - *other foamcough* patients - **Foxpaw** was made into an apprentice and given to Waterhusk. The youthful deputy's mentorship turned Foxpaw versatile and quick to act; swift and cunning. The newfound traits allowed her to graduate earlier than normal, earning the name **Foxspark** and finally making a place for herself in the clan.

## Clangen History

It was dark. The darkest night. Fox's mother Ember got up without a word, not wishing to wake her kitten up. Her hunger pangs were unbearable, as if she was being torn apart from her very core. Slowly, she walked in a low crouch, searching for prey. *Something happened*. All the mice, squirrels, birds and voles were gone. Vanished. Just completely disappeared. There was no prey to hunt, no food to eat. But then, a foamy growl was heard in the distance. Something screeched, and Ember used up her remaining strength to pad over to the bush it came from. *It was a squirrel*. It had been almost cut open entirely, blood still gushing out of its neck. The bitemark inflicted upon it was larger than that of a cat bite. What, or who, could've killed just for the thrill of it when prey was this scarce? Nevertheless, the she-cat picked up the carcass, trying her best not to eat it herself as the red fluids from its body seeped onto her tongue. Yet a dog came rushing out of the bramble thicket, dull thorns lightly scraping its coat. As if it was waiting for the opportunity to strike, it threw itself on the she-cat with absolutely zero hesitance, getting a grip on her leg. It seemed to be doing everything mindlessly, only attacking because that's what it was hardwired to do. Ember tore herself away from the canine, only barely getting away as her leg left a trail of blood mixed with the creature's foamy saliva. Pushing her exhausted body, she limped back to her little den where her only surviving kit lay. Little Fox. She put the lifeless prey down for Fox to eat in the morning, yet for Ember, the morning never came. She got up before dawn, feeling odd, with the heaviest migraine she ever felt, and sensing that she needed to vomit. It was a different kind of weak. She tried to use her remaining strength to perhaps walk it off and get a drink from the river, but once she walked for a little bit, she just... dropped to the ground. Unable to even get up, her vision faded. She was *dying*. *Away from Fox*.

### Moon 1

As Whispertuft padded through clan territory, she began to hear something. It was faint and quiet, but it sounded like... a mewl for help? The she-cat stumbled across a small kit, roughly ten weeks old, laying on the drying mud. A decomposing squirrel corpse was next to the kit, and the kit seemed to have taken a few weak bites out of it. *Kits this age were usually active and running around almost all the time,* Whispertuft thought, *so why could this kit barely even stand up?* Pitying the creature, she brought it back to camp to get nursed back to health... though something was still amiss. She would cough up foamy blood regularly, and she could barely open her mouth to speak. She wasn't gaining much weight either, even if she was being fed twice as much as she should've been. Apparently, her mother called her Fox, so Whispertuft just named her Foxkit. Only when Foxkit had been in the clan for a week did Rookshell and Wolfpaw announce the latter's vision in front of the clan.  It was then that the silver she-cat realized what was wrong... the kit that she had brought back was infected. It explained why she was so small, and why she was so inactive. She'd just lie down staring at nothing like a zombie. Some clanmates also came to that conclusion and exclaimed their wishes to exile or 'cull' Foxkit before she could pass the illness onto anyone else. After giving it some genuine thought, and after the medicine cats tried to persuade her, Maplestar decided to let her stay, as the damage was already done, and she would feel bad leaving Foxkit to die. However, she was angry with them as they could've said something **before** it was done, but she ultimately understood them not wanting to ruin the kit's life even more. Rookshell continued to give her medicine to try and make it more mild and less likely for her to pass it onto other cats.

### Moon 2

Rookshell tried her hardest to find a cure, but her attempts were futile. The disease passed onto another AcornClan cat, and it was none other than Maplestar herself. Now there were two infected cats in the clan. Only she, Foxkit, Rookshell and Wolfpaw knew, though. The medicine cats told Foxkit that Maplestar was feeling a little ill, but that it was going to be just fine. They knew it wasn't true, but they didn't want a four-moon old to resent themselves or feel like a burden. Maplestar quickly gave in and lost a life, but at least it meant that she wasn't ill anymore once StarClan let her body heal, and that Foxkit was the only infected cat in the clan again. *They just needed to find a cure, and it would all be fine. Right?*

### Moon 3

Foxkit's condition was visibly improving after a moon and a half of being isolated. Rookshell was proud, as she had been raising her almost as if she was her own daughter. She truly treasured the little cat... However, she should've watched what she was doing. One day, she spent too long examining the kit, and the sickness had now been passed onto her. She felt odd for a while, and even treated a patient, before realizing what was going on. She was able to use her strong and powerful connection to StarClan to have her body be healed when on the border between life and death, the same way as Maplestar. However, Coralpaw, the patient, was not alright. He got deathly sick, his mouth foaming and bloody, and his spirits lower than the Dark Forest. At least Foxpaw had a friend in the isolation den now.  Soon, two more cats had joined the pair; their names were Nightingalekit and Rosykit. Foxkit was rather worried, though. Her condition was improving, yes, but theirs was getting worse and worse. It was a horrid sight.

### Moon 4

One fateful morning, the faint light of dawn glimmered throughout Foxkit's thin pelt. Rookshell came to her looking happier than usual, smiling from ear to ear. Poor Foxit had been isolated from the rest of the clan for everyone's safety for two and a half moons now, only being able to talk to other patients or her healthkeepers. She thought she was dreaming when she was told it was time to come out from the nest behind the medicine den. She was healthy now, having gained a natural resistance to foamcough, and no longer needing to spend her days feeling babied and taken care of by everyone but herself. It was time to become an apprentice at long last, and her mentor was none other than the deputy, Waterhusk.

### Moon 5

Foxpaw's apprenticeship was to be celebrated at first, but the young one soon realized just how tiring running around all day and night was. She had been horribly ill for half of her life, and the sudden change in pace was exhausting for her small body. Waterhusk, being her mentor and her clan's deputy, had unsurprisingly good intuition, and was quick to catch on to her health issues, slowing the pace and allowing her to do things her own way. Foxpaw would do everything the way she found it easiest and most effective, while her mentor would assist her in the things she just couldn't figure out, and perhaps correct her in more minor things.

### Moon 9

Foxpaw sat in front of the clan, wondering why Maplestar called for a meeting. She was shocked when she realized it was already time for her warrior ceremony. Time had passed scarily quickly, and she wasn’t quite sure how. *Why was she being named at only 11 moons, while Wolfpaw, the tom that was 4 moons older than her, was still an apprentice?* *He would always help Rookshell out in taking care of her when she had foamcough, didn’t he deserve to get his name too? Perhaps Rookshell was purposefully holding him back?* As her focus was on Wolfpaw, she was named Foxspark, in honor of her speed, cleverness and versatility.

## Description

### Scars gained

*The following is a chronological list of scars and/or major injuries that Foxspark has gained:*

* A tiny, faded cut is present on her paw due to a prank Nightingalepaw pulled on her back during apprenticeship (Moon 7).

## Personality

Ever since she was a small, mewling kit, Foxspark has had a strong sense of resilience and will to push forward, never allowing herself to give up no matter how much her body wanted to. Her stunted growth never stopped her from being adventurous and keen to experience something new, though - although it's easy for her to get physically tired and worn out, if she's focused on something she finds fun or interesting, she won't mind. Additionally, she possesses a very quick, hasty, and swift lifestyle, making important decisions without the need to mull over them. She acts on impulse by listening to her gut instincts - if it seems right, she'll do it, and if it doesn't, she won't.

## Kin

### *Members*

Mother: Ember (Deceased, Unknown residence)

Adoptive mother: Rookshell (Alive as of most recent Clangen playthrough)

Adoptive aunt: Maplestar (Alive as of most recent Clangen playthrough)

Adoptive cousin: Corvidpaw (Last known alive)

Adoptive niece: Houndkit (Alive as of most recent Clangen playthrough)

## References

1. ↑ *This page is a work-in-progress, and in need of a cleanup. Help by reorganizing the content and writing whatever you know about the page topic!*
2. ↑ 2.0 2.1 2.2 *Clangen, Foxspark's sprite*
3. ↑ *Clangen, Foxspark's info page*

## Full Clangen Page

Foxspark's full Clangen page!^^ *Screenshot taken Moon 10*