Post by sloane on Oct 16, 2014 3:42:27 GMT -5
QUAILNOSE
a brown tabby tom with yellow eyes.
AGE: 35 moons
GENDER: tom
SEXUALITY: bisexual
PERSONALITY: Quailnose is the type of guy that's hard to shake. He's always been an optimistic and happy-go-lucky tom that simply prefers to look at the world in a lighter perspective than it actually is. This has just always been his way of coping. Instead of crying or screaming, Quail grins and hums cheerily. Of course, it's not only for his sake. Cats tend to naturally become hectic when in distress, and he's more than willing to be that guy who smooths everything over with a few jokes or making a fool of himself. Sure, it's gotten him hit or snarled at more than a few times, but it always turns around in the end.
Although a generally jovial and perhaps lazy dude, Quailnose is not to be under-estimated. He received the suffix -nose for his keen senses, and his stubborn nature while on the hunt. It's not a rare thing to find him with his nose close to the ground or tipped up toward the clouds searching for something to bring back for RiverClan. Despite his Clan mostly eating fish, Quail prefers going after land prey. Water's never been his favorite thing in the world, and he'd much rather spend his time rolling in the grass than swimming in the river. The warrior isn't scared of the water per say, just not fond of how it makes his pelt heavy. Although, Quail wouldn't hesitate to admit he does love the sensation of sunning out himself after a good dip.
Having sharp senses, there's not much that gets past this tom. Lies, nervousness, secrets, he's learned to detect almost everything by the look on a cat's face or the way they act. Their voice can also play a huge part, as well as their eyes. Obviously Quail doesn't catch it all, but he does watch others surprisingly close, and reads them rather easily. This is especially true if he's known them a long time.
HISTORY: It all started with two cats: Reedclaw and Pikeheart. The two were a dynamic and efficient duo, having known each other all their lives and growing up as best buddies. They wanted a family like air-deprived lungs long for oxygen, but there was one minor problem...they were both male. So, they got a little help from a close friend of theirs named Littletail and were blessed with a litter of three beautiful kits. The first born was a she-cat they named Palekit for her mostly white pelt. The next was Quailkit, a handsome tabby tom with a tiny white locket on his chest. Lastly came another tom, who was sadly stillborn. Even so, the newly made fathers were so very happy. They buried their dead kit with heavy hearts, but had to move on quickly in order to look after the rest of the litter.
As they grew, it was obvious that the kits were quite nearly opposite in every way. Palekit was serious and sober where as Quailkit was a dopey jokester. Surprisingly though, they got along rather well. Palekit was protective and motherly toward her brother, and Quailkit soaked up the attention happily.
Once becoming apprentices though, the siblings grew apart. Where as Quailpaw made plenty of friends, Palepaw had few. She preferred being alone most of the time, and was distant toward her peers. This saddened Quailpaw, but he respected that it was in her nature. Of course, that didn't keep him from dragging her into trouble from time to time! No matter how much it ruffled his sister's pelt, Quail felt that she needed to let loose at least sometimes, even if it was forced.
It wasn't all that long before Quailpaw was named Quailnose, and Palepaw dubbed Palefrost. This was when they became closer again, and really began to understand one another on a deeper level. It's been moons, and they've been stuck together contentedly the whole time. Much to Quailnose's disappointment though, Palefrost only seems to get even more serious by the day. It doesn't help that chaos seems to be finding its way to the Clans.
GENDER: tom
SEXUALITY: bisexual
PERSONALITY: Quailnose is the type of guy that's hard to shake. He's always been an optimistic and happy-go-lucky tom that simply prefers to look at the world in a lighter perspective than it actually is. This has just always been his way of coping. Instead of crying or screaming, Quail grins and hums cheerily. Of course, it's not only for his sake. Cats tend to naturally become hectic when in distress, and he's more than willing to be that guy who smooths everything over with a few jokes or making a fool of himself. Sure, it's gotten him hit or snarled at more than a few times, but it always turns around in the end.
Although a generally jovial and perhaps lazy dude, Quailnose is not to be under-estimated. He received the suffix -nose for his keen senses, and his stubborn nature while on the hunt. It's not a rare thing to find him with his nose close to the ground or tipped up toward the clouds searching for something to bring back for RiverClan. Despite his Clan mostly eating fish, Quail prefers going after land prey. Water's never been his favorite thing in the world, and he'd much rather spend his time rolling in the grass than swimming in the river. The warrior isn't scared of the water per say, just not fond of how it makes his pelt heavy. Although, Quail wouldn't hesitate to admit he does love the sensation of sunning out himself after a good dip.
Having sharp senses, there's not much that gets past this tom. Lies, nervousness, secrets, he's learned to detect almost everything by the look on a cat's face or the way they act. Their voice can also play a huge part, as well as their eyes. Obviously Quail doesn't catch it all, but he does watch others surprisingly close, and reads them rather easily. This is especially true if he's known them a long time.
HISTORY: It all started with two cats: Reedclaw and Pikeheart. The two were a dynamic and efficient duo, having known each other all their lives and growing up as best buddies. They wanted a family like air-deprived lungs long for oxygen, but there was one minor problem...they were both male. So, they got a little help from a close friend of theirs named Littletail and were blessed with a litter of three beautiful kits. The first born was a she-cat they named Palekit for her mostly white pelt. The next was Quailkit, a handsome tabby tom with a tiny white locket on his chest. Lastly came another tom, who was sadly stillborn. Even so, the newly made fathers were so very happy. They buried their dead kit with heavy hearts, but had to move on quickly in order to look after the rest of the litter.
As they grew, it was obvious that the kits were quite nearly opposite in every way. Palekit was serious and sober where as Quailkit was a dopey jokester. Surprisingly though, they got along rather well. Palekit was protective and motherly toward her brother, and Quailkit soaked up the attention happily.
Once becoming apprentices though, the siblings grew apart. Where as Quailpaw made plenty of friends, Palepaw had few. She preferred being alone most of the time, and was distant toward her peers. This saddened Quailpaw, but he respected that it was in her nature. Of course, that didn't keep him from dragging her into trouble from time to time! No matter how much it ruffled his sister's pelt, Quail felt that she needed to let loose at least sometimes, even if it was forced.
It wasn't all that long before Quailpaw was named Quailnose, and Palepaw dubbed Palefrost. This was when they became closer again, and really began to understand one another on a deeper level. It's been moons, and they've been stuck together contentedly the whole time. Much to Quailnose's disappointment though, Palefrost only seems to get even more serious by the day. It doesn't help that chaos seems to be finding its way to the Clans.