The Lower Heaves App - Quailpaw

Name: Quailpaw

   | (Quailkit) 

           | (Quail) - (Named after his deceased Father). (Paw) - (Apprentice Suffix). 
(Quailsong) - (Can actually sing very nicely as a "side hobby")

Clan: Eternityclan

       Former Clan(s) | N/a

Sexual & Romantic Preference:

Age:

   | 6 Moons

   Season Born | Leaf-bare

Sex:

   | She-Cat/Female

       Pronouns | she/her/they/them

Notable Traits:

       ♞ Kind

       ♞ Neat Freak

       ♞ Quick to Learn

       ♞ ---

         Voice:

         Smell:

         Fur Texture: Smooth, but a little rough in between his rear legs.

Appearance & Attitude

Appearance:

Accessories:

      Neat Freak | Neutral Trait

She received this trait by the constant cleaning from her mother. It was burned into her head so whenever she sees messy, she gets this urge to clean it immediately. When she sees large amounts of blood, however, she gets very ill and feels as if she's about to pass out, though if its a scratch then she doesn't really feel ill, but still a little nauseous.

    Caring / Kind | Good Trait

Not being really shown the bad traits of other creatures and cats, such as hatred, so she can never really act "mean" or hurtful to others. If she seems someone hurt, she'd just ask if they needed help instead of just leaving them to be in pain or tending to those that need emotional help instead of the physical treatment.

    Shy | Bad / Neutral Trait

    Quick to Learn | Good Trait

This trait, her mother told her, he had received from her father. Or similarly anyway. As her father wasn't strong fighter, but was a strategic planner. Quailpaw needs to watch a few times as people preform attack moves or what others find good/funny to talk about.

History

Brief History:

    | Kithood |

        Quailkit was born into a family of four. Or a, "supposed" family of four as her father was killed in battle with an intruding rouge, as well as her twin sister being a still born. Her mother had explained to Quailkit, when she was just a few moons older, that they didn't know how he died before he even got a chance to live, but they assumed it was because of the cold of the Leaf-Bare season. Quailkit never really asked about her brother, but rather the exciting stories of her mother's adventures and what her father was like before he was killed in action. Whenever he was mentioned, the atmosphere around Quailkit's mother shifted to a sad, lonely kind, but she hid behind a smile as she told stories with excitement and even voice acting. As Quailkit started to grow up listening to stories of her parents adventures, how they met, and how they got their names, who their past lovers were, who were their friendly and competitive rival, and much else, Quailkit noticed she didn't really like to hurt or, let alone, fight like others, as when she watched other apprentices and their mentors during their practice sessions. She found she was mostly interested in the medicine cat's activities, how some medicine heals others, how cats can easily get hurt, being kind to the rudest of cats, having tons of patience, and even when they can easily heal certain wounds but not others. When she tried to tell her mother this, she seemed to be horrified with the idea of her daughter not following in the traditional means of becoming warrior, and just wanted to heal/help others. Her mother wasn't too upset, but enough to show on her face. Almost as if she was disappointed in her child. Though she calmly explained that he was already going to be an apprentice to become a warrior like she and her father were. Upset, but understanding and just accepting it as her time to be an apprentice was coming soon. 

    | Apprentice Age |

        ♞Has just been introduced to the life of an Apprentice, so this is a still a WIP.

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    | Adulthood |

       ♞ TBA

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Love and Adventure

Relationships:

Key:

 Unsure/just met

 Dislike/Hate/Despise

 Friend

 Best Friend

 Respect

 Crush

 Mate/Love

 Kin

 Deceased

  |Infernoclan

      ♞ [Cat name] | :dev/user: "....." {:bulletX:}

  |Eternityclan

      ♞ X | :dev "..." {:bulletX:}

  |Temporalclan

      ♞ X | :dev "..." {:bulletX:}

  |Temporalclan

      ♞ X | :dev "..." {:bulletX:}

  |Outside clans

      ♞ X | :dev "..." {:bulletX:}

  |Family

      ♞Wolfwing | Mother | Alive | Queen | "She has the same tattoo near the s-same place like I do! She's tough and awesome.. I-I j-just wish sh-she wouldn't be s-sad anymore..." {}

      ♞ Quailclaw | Father | Deceased | "He was b-brave! A-And strong! I just... Just wi-wish I could've met him.." {}

      ♞ ??? | Sister | Deceased| "I-.. I never really... knew her.. Nor her name.. Bu-But mama says sh-she looked just like me..!" {}

      ♞ | Brother | N/A

Extras & Roleplay

Extras:

   Theme Song | TBA

   Likes | Night time, Flowers, Kind cats

   Dislikes | Hot days, Fighting, being hurt/hurting others

   Interests | Medicine, behaviors of others

   Trivia | -Because of being a Reaper, mixed with the Supernatural Reapers and the Breton Mythology, Quailpaw can see the spirits of dead animals and other dead cats.
-Can sing very nicely; does as a hobby

RP Tracker | TBM (To Be Made; Working on currently)

Roleplay Tracker:

TBA

Roleplay Methods:

Roleplay Example:

A young boy around the age nineteen or so, find himself walking down a dark path in the middle of the woods. It is nearly midnight and the young teen was already worried enough that wolves or other bad people eating creatures were coming to get him. Suddenly, he found a large mansion before him. The mansion is surrounded by beautiful rose gardens, the double sided doors are the entrance ways into the mansion. 

The boy looked back in fear, if he were to go back the way he came, he'd either meet his end, get even more lost, or some how end up back here. The boy sighed as he wasn't sure if he should just barge in, though his pretty, deep violet eyes looked in curiosity at the large door. "I... I.. I have a bad feeling a-about this.." the boy shivered in both fear and cold. 

Something about this situation, to the boy, was peculiar though. He had the ears and tail of that a pale, greenish wolf, almost a teal color- a werewolf to be exact- as he sniffed the area around himself. He wasn't sure what he was smelling, it almost seemed like a bad feeling.. Should he be worried? But.. he shrugged it off as he slowly reached for the door, as his fist banged on the door with as much strength as he could muster, rather being loud enough for someone to hear inside and quiet enough outside.





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