Post by kenya on Dec 9, 2012 20:50:40 GMT -5
Name: Quailkit , Quailpaw, Quailface
Age (in moons): Warrior - 20 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Allegiance: Marshclan
Appearance: Sharp pointed ears melt down into a soft gray, black, and brown face. Two black striped arrows point away from her eyes line with short tan fur. Quailface's oval eyes are green. Green like the marsh plants of her territory on a shadowy evening. Even numbers of sleek long silvery whiskers paint her face, pulling away from above her eyes and cheeks. Quailface's thick fur is marking with marbled black stripes across her pale acorn brown pelt. Her pink nose is surrounded by a nearly even white circle that peaks by her right eye. Her white muzzle drips down her throat to cover her underbelly in a thin pale line. Quailface's thick fur is always groomed and free of grasses and burs. Just because she is a loyal warrior, doesn't mean she can't look her best, right?
Picture
Quailface
Personality: Quailface is not an unkind cat, as that isn't how her mother and mentor would want to see her now. Though if she knows she can get something done her way, she'll take that route in a heart-beat. Quailface feels confident wholly by one thing, her looks. Often times she'll tease a poor tom who gives her a glance or a sniff, she rather enjoys the game. Her name even says it all. This makes her a bit vain, but that doesn't make her lazy. She hunts and patrols with the rest of the warriors and gives her all to the clan. What she enjoys the most is hunting. Its a graceful skill she picked up well in her apprentice days, plus it gives her an excellent excuse to groom her long fur after a hard day of hunting. Quailface doesn't really dream of kits like some cats do, however she longs for a mate. Her only problem is she's picky. Her ideas of a tom are very ideal leaving many behind. In between her searches for that perfect cat, she contents herself by helping where she can and picking up extra patrols. Like mentioned before, she needs a good reason to groom her fur to perfection at the end of a long day in Marshclan.
History:
Quailkit
Quailkit was born on a breezy new-leaf morning, along side a second sister who looked much like herself. Her mother named her two tabby kits Quailkit and Railkit. Both kits grew up close to each other, as littermates often do. And As kits often do, they stirred up trouble. Elders den? Every morning. Warriors den? Sure! Medicine cat den? Their favorite spot! Only sleep ever stopped those two, and that was their mistake. At 3 moons old, the kits decided to leave the camp. Why not? They were half way to being apprentices after all! Only Quailkit returned that day, her sister snatched by a fox. Quailkit only made it back after a warrior found her clawed up a tree. She was terrified to leave her nest for nearly a moon, but time heals all things as they say. As soon as she was six moons old, she was more then ready to start her apprenticeship. She'd be a great warrior, if only she could keep her burrs from her pelt.
Quailpaw
Quailpaw started out her apprenticeship full of energy and spirit. She wanted to see eveything, whether that meant with her mentor or not. As she grew to fill in her kit form, her pelt grew out and from that stemmed into beautiful facial features. She was a pretty cat, and darn it does she know it. Quailpaw often got out of a duty here and there by flicking her tail across the muzzle of an apprentice tom cat. It usually worked, unless her mentor was nearby to scold her. Not that she was lazy, just cunning and resourceful as she called it. Use your talents, right? At the age of 13 moons she finished her training. Fighting was her hardest skill to learn as she never liked getting her claws dirty, but hunting she found she liked more. Even with hunting being for new-found forte, she still prefers to find a dry patch of earth to lay in the sun.
Quailface
Quailface is currently 20 moons old, and a skilled hunter. Her dark striped pelt helps aid her in hunting across her territory, as well as flirty with the toms. She's a pretty cat, and like as an apprentice, she knows it. It makes her a bit vain, not that she would admit it, but then again when does a cat want to admit anything? She has yet to find a mate. Although she would love to have a strong handsome, confident, talented tom by her side, she has yet to find that one cat who will make her feel light-headed at a glance. A she-cat can dream, right?
Check 1: [ x ] Mistystar
Check 2: [ x ] Cobalt
RPer information
Name: Kenya
First language: English
Literacy level: semi-lit
Age (in moons): Warrior - 20 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Allegiance: Marshclan
Appearance: Sharp pointed ears melt down into a soft gray, black, and brown face. Two black striped arrows point away from her eyes line with short tan fur. Quailface's oval eyes are green. Green like the marsh plants of her territory on a shadowy evening. Even numbers of sleek long silvery whiskers paint her face, pulling away from above her eyes and cheeks. Quailface's thick fur is marking with marbled black stripes across her pale acorn brown pelt. Her pink nose is surrounded by a nearly even white circle that peaks by her right eye. Her white muzzle drips down her throat to cover her underbelly in a thin pale line. Quailface's thick fur is always groomed and free of grasses and burs. Just because she is a loyal warrior, doesn't mean she can't look her best, right?
Picture
Quailface
Personality: Quailface is not an unkind cat, as that isn't how her mother and mentor would want to see her now. Though if she knows she can get something done her way, she'll take that route in a heart-beat. Quailface feels confident wholly by one thing, her looks. Often times she'll tease a poor tom who gives her a glance or a sniff, she rather enjoys the game. Her name even says it all. This makes her a bit vain, but that doesn't make her lazy. She hunts and patrols with the rest of the warriors and gives her all to the clan. What she enjoys the most is hunting. Its a graceful skill she picked up well in her apprentice days, plus it gives her an excellent excuse to groom her long fur after a hard day of hunting. Quailface doesn't really dream of kits like some cats do, however she longs for a mate. Her only problem is she's picky. Her ideas of a tom are very ideal leaving many behind. In between her searches for that perfect cat, she contents herself by helping where she can and picking up extra patrols. Like mentioned before, she needs a good reason to groom her fur to perfection at the end of a long day in Marshclan.
History:
Quailkit
Quailkit was born on a breezy new-leaf morning, along side a second sister who looked much like herself. Her mother named her two tabby kits Quailkit and Railkit. Both kits grew up close to each other, as littermates often do. And As kits often do, they stirred up trouble. Elders den? Every morning. Warriors den? Sure! Medicine cat den? Their favorite spot! Only sleep ever stopped those two, and that was their mistake. At 3 moons old, the kits decided to leave the camp. Why not? They were half way to being apprentices after all! Only Quailkit returned that day, her sister snatched by a fox. Quailkit only made it back after a warrior found her clawed up a tree. She was terrified to leave her nest for nearly a moon, but time heals all things as they say. As soon as she was six moons old, she was more then ready to start her apprenticeship. She'd be a great warrior, if only she could keep her burrs from her pelt.
Quailpaw
Quailpaw started out her apprenticeship full of energy and spirit. She wanted to see eveything, whether that meant with her mentor or not. As she grew to fill in her kit form, her pelt grew out and from that stemmed into beautiful facial features. She was a pretty cat, and darn it does she know it. Quailpaw often got out of a duty here and there by flicking her tail across the muzzle of an apprentice tom cat. It usually worked, unless her mentor was nearby to scold her. Not that she was lazy, just cunning and resourceful as she called it. Use your talents, right? At the age of 13 moons she finished her training. Fighting was her hardest skill to learn as she never liked getting her claws dirty, but hunting she found she liked more. Even with hunting being for new-found forte, she still prefers to find a dry patch of earth to lay in the sun.
Quailface
Quailface is currently 20 moons old, and a skilled hunter. Her dark striped pelt helps aid her in hunting across her territory, as well as flirty with the toms. She's a pretty cat, and like as an apprentice, she knows it. It makes her a bit vain, not that she would admit it, but then again when does a cat want to admit anything? She has yet to find a mate. Although she would love to have a strong handsome, confident, talented tom by her side, she has yet to find that one cat who will make her feel light-headed at a glance. A she-cat can dream, right?
Check 1: [ x ] Mistystar
Check 2: [ x ] Cobalt
RPer information
Name: Kenya
First language: English
Literacy level: semi-lit
