Post by MONSTER <3 on Dec 15, 2011 13:09:56 GMT -10
Name | Quailpaw
Gender | Tom
Age | 8 moons
Rank | Medicine Cat Apprentice
Clan | Pineclan
Beliefs | Quailpaw is not strong in his beliefs, but he is a bit of a believer. He thinks that these 'Starclan' cats might be there, but even if they are, they cannot do much. Perhaps they can see them, or maybe be a sign of hope or faith for the other cats. But he does not believe that they can alter their lives in any way, or speak to them- nothing of that sort. He is not completely loyal to his own ideas and beliefs though- he's still working out what he truly believes, but this is his own basic thought.
Parents |
Mother; Snowheart (NP, Status Unknown)
Father; Adder (NP, Status Unknown)
Siblings | Rabbitpaw (PC, Status Alive)
Other Kin | None
Mate | Not Yet
Crush | Not Yet
Kits | Not Yet
Apprentice/Mentor | Not Yet (Crowflower)
Appearance | Quailpaw is a bit larger than the other cats, and has the build for a warrior. He's sturdy, balanced, and has a wide build. His coat is a mixture of pure white and a slightly dark brown. His eyes are the colors of the dying leaves, with a bit of a skittish look to them. His fur is a bit thick, and fluffed, which supports his larger appearance. Due to his larger build, he is a bit slower than most cats, but it does not stop him from living his life normally as a Medicine Cat Apprentice.
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Personality | Quailpaw is a very skittish and shy cat- which is the complete opposite of how he looks. Most people expect a strong, bold, and brave tom when they look at him- but in actuality, he is easily frightened, a follower more than a leader, and would almost always use flight over fight in a battle.
Even without any amazing 'warrior instincts' he still is very loyal to his clan. That is why he chose to be a healer, instead of a fighter. That way he could help his clan without having to fight. He is a very friendly and loyal cat when you really get to know him, but he is very shy at first. He always listens more than he speaks, so he learns a lot from what he hears.
Around his clanmates, he is quite reserved and quiet. He is usually spotted farthest away from the attention, and that is the way he likes it. Though, when he approached, he is a very kind and gentle tom. Though he has a habit to stutter when nervous or embarrassed- and he usually tries his best to escape whatever could be getting to him at that moment in time. He tries not to, but is quite focused on how his clanmates look at him. He assumed that they either don't notice him, or find him to be a scared ball of fur- which he cannot really deny.
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Skills | Quailpaw's best skill has to be his sense of smell and tracking abilities. He can quickly identify a smell and follow it, along with having pretty good eyesight to match. So when it comes to finding or searching for herbs or plants, Quailpaw is your tom!
But, on the other hand, he is quite terrible at fighting, or attacking in general. He's not very fast, so catching prey can be a difficult task for him. Sense even catching and killing a mouse or bird is difficult for him, fighting with another cat can be even worse. He can defend himself, but not for long. Him being as skittish as he is, he would quickly run away from a battle before he would ever stand and fight.
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History | Quailpaw was born during Leafbare with his sister, Rabbitpaw. At this point, they were only Quailkit and Rabbitkit though. Their mother was a beautiful white colored she-cat named Snowheart. But their father was unknown at the time, and the clan was quite curious as to who fathered them. Snowheart continued to push off the answer, and focused on her kits.
Rabbitkit was always a very mischievous she-cat and would often play tricks on her brother. Quailkit was born with a shy nature, and the pranks and tricks that his sister played on him made it a bit harder for him to change. They seemed complete opposites of each other; Rabbitkit being the brave, outgoing, mischievous little kit- while Quailkit was a quiet, reserved, friendly little ball of fur.
As time went on, more and more speculation grew about who their parents were. She told them that she would revel who their father was after their apprentice ceremonies. Quailkit told his mother and their medicine cat, Crowflower, that he hoped he could become a Medicine Cat Apprentice instead of a Warrior's Apprentice. They agreed, and he became Quailpaw a few days after.
His sister was jealous that he was allowed to so easily become part of the higher ranked cats, and that he got a ceremony before her! a grudge grew between them, and the siblings split apart even more than they already had. Not to long after, his sister was named Rabbitpaw. Their mother knew what this meant, and announced that their father was Adder.
The clan immideatly grew confused. Adder? Adder what? She admitted that he was a rouge, and that he wanted her to live with him outside the clan life, and that he had no clue that he had children- and she wanted to keep it that way. As you can guess, the clan wasn't the happiest with this. She barley said goodbye to her children before she fled, heading off to join her mate. Quailpaw was saddened by the quick abandonment of his mother, but found nobody that he could mourn with. His sister wanted nothing to do with him, and he had no real friends otherwise due to his very secluded nature.
He ended up befriending his mentor, Crowflower, in a way. But he still couldn't find a cat that he thought would be a true friend to him, and is hoping that maybe, one day, this cat will show themselves. Until them, he hopes to serve his clan the best he can as a Medicine Cat Apprentice.
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Role Play Example | Feeling the prickly pine needles against his fur, the brown and white tom lifted his head- his eyes barley opening to see the shaded camp around him. For a few moments, he let his eyes rest on everything; the calming shadows, the protective trees that towered over them, the shady place that he called home. His whole life so far had been played out here, and it was quite a comfort to just lay in the camp every once and awhile. Taking in a deep breath, he lifted his body from the needles- deciding that he should see how Crowflower was doing. Perhaps he would like him to fetch some herbs, now that he had woken up.
Taking a moment to stretch his awakening limbs, he began padding towards the Medicine Cat's Den. As he approached, he realized that it was a bit earlier than he thought it was. Many cats were still sleeping, and the feel of the morning dew was barley sprinkled on his paws. He hesitated, not wanting to wake his mentor. Perhaps I'll just go fetch some myself. He thought, twitching his ears as he listened for any signs of movement within the den. After a few moments, he decided that there was nothing- maybe he's dreaming? Either way, the tom shifted his paws, guiding him towards the forest that way laying outside the camp boundaries.
Lumbering past the large trees, he adjusted to a calm and slow walking speed; keeping his eyes open for any herbs that might be on the way. As he traveled deeper into Pineclan territory, he couldn't help but admire his surroundings. The trees stood proudly, pinecones scattered the ground in what seemed like a perfect scatter, and the bed of pine needles that covered the ground seemed to top of this land of beauty. Thinking about the other clans, he knew that they wouldn't see this as he did. But, he digressed, it was still quite beautiful. Out of the corner of his golden eyes, he picked up on a sudden hint of white. Turning, he noticed the small white clots that were the Anise flowers- which were a wonderful use as a sedative for even the most frightened cats.
As he made a detour in his route (even thought there wasn't much of a route he planned in the first place), he heard the sound of a single lonely bird above his head. Flicking his eyes upward, he heard another bird join the first, and then another. Morning was ending. I should probably get back to camp soon enough, before Crowflower worries over where i have gone- whenever he may wake that is. The large tom carefully snipped a few stems of the plant, something that seemed so gentle for a cat of his size. Keeping his body steady, he held the stems in his jaws as a mother would hold a kit's scruff in her teeth. This was his purpose- he felt- in his life. He was to heal and take care of his clan, and this was the key to do so. Quailpaw turned away from the plant, being sure to leave more to flourish for later, and began walking back to his camp- back to his home.
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