Marsh Clan Applications

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Personality:
She was a typical MarshClan warrior, one could say. She was mistrusting of others, suspicious of potential good deals made from strangers, and preferred to live among the reeds and stagnant waters of her homeland. Quite frankly, such traits are perhaps the reason why she has survived so long in her damp, little world, for always accepting hand outs would make her dependent on others. Dependence was a weakness, a weakness that needed to be squashed. She thrived with her independence, finding it a luxury in all regards and enjoyed such a lifestyle to its extreme; life to her wasn't worth living unless she were paws deep in battle or proving sole loyalty to Mudstar. This perhaps was a flaw, for she was loyal to the general and not the state. Stubborn, cunning, and manipulative, she was a temptress and a succubus. While opinionated and sometimes malicious, Dogfang expresses a keen interest in understanding the world around her and engaging in feats of great physical events. A "foxheart", one could say, she used her strengths and her adversary's weakness to her advantage in melee in order to succeed in battle. Militaristic, grumpy, and blunt, she had no trouble with expressing her own ideas and debating about their supremacy. What could she say, she liked things her way. Anyone who crossed paths with her in battle was asking for a licking, something that this wild-bred cat was willing to deliver.

History:
She was born in the great marshes that rule MarshClan territory to parents who had been paired to breed ideal warriors. Her father, Foxfang, was a warrior renown for his larger stature due to his wild pedigree, while her mother, Nightbird, was swift and agile with a stature equal to that of a Clan cat: this combination, needless to say, produced her. She was suckled by tales of MarshClan supremacy, cultured by the inferiority of other Clans, and reared to show spite towards those who opposed her. Warrior and wild blood pumped through her veins, and even in her youth she was prone to hot blooded outbursts. Impatience and an untamed temper were vices in her younger days, and slowly it was beat out of her through a combined force of her mentor, Hawkswoop, and her father. It was natural for her to begin to idolize the leaders, and her upbringing had tempered her into a ruthless warrior loyal to the leader: an unquestioning harbinger of law and order. This disposition and outlook was maintained until she encountered Sharpclaw.

A raid plotted against loners that had recently established a den site in MarshClan territory was being executed. There was mass carnage as the warriors were near full completion of their raid. Dogfang, ordered to show no mercy, came across a helpless ball of fur: an offspring of two loners. Despite her training and mind commanding her to show loyalty and dispose of this lack luster creation, her gut second guessed and she adopted the young child. She dubbed him Sharpkit, and became a mother like figure to him. Since then, she has been more contemplative and cunning: while loyalty is still apparent in her actions and motives, it has become much more of a reserved kind. Regardless, Dogfang will rear her 'child' as her parents did for her, and produce another warrior that the Clan, nay, Mudstar can be proud of.