Post by Jas on Jun 22, 2020 17:24:57 GMT
QUAILFUR
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Female : 61 Moons: Warrior : Panseuxal (Polyam)
Appearance: A stocky calico she-cat
Ll, BB, XOXo, Dd, aa, McMc, spsp, tata, ii, wbwb, CC, Wsw
Quailfur inherited a thick, story build from both her mother and father. From her mother, she inherited a tortoiseshell pelt; from her father, she inherited white spotting and a long, glossy coat. Due to her moons as a nursery queen, she’s been well protected from the harsher elements. While she has a few scrapes and scratches, she has no noticeable scars. Her voice is huskier and lower in pitch than one might expect. She often holds herself with squared shoulders and her tail held high, signalling a level of pride that is mirrored in her amber eyes.
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Personality:
{briefly; resilient, motherly, unyielding, dutiful, social, xenophobic, judgmental, predictable, expressive}
As a young warrior, Quailfur was not a mentally healthy cat. She was unable to recognize her own needs — and when she did, she was unable to act on them. She was unable to fully understand the negative impact cats she admired often had on her. And when push came to shove, she'd likely neglect her own needs to take care of others. With the support of others and the inexorable tick of time, she’s grown into herself. Nowadays she’s quick to bounce back, unyielding in her ideas, and self proclaimed mother to her Clanmates.
The key to her resilience? Her love for her deceased partner, Dacetail, and her faith in StarClan. Their memories remind her of what matters, who she used to be, and how far she’s come. She doesn’t often talk about her faith if it’s not relevant, but it’s a deeply internalized and strongly held belief. She’s not fond of cats who don’t believe in StarClan, or those who come from walks of life unfamiliar to her own. She’s uncomfortable in new situations that she hasn’t felt out before, and is more likely to slam the door shut than welcome in strangers (the exception, obviously, being kits).
Quailfur spent most of her early years in the nursery, and has only recently returned to her warrior duties. As a result, many cats her junior consider her a Clan mother and come to her for advice or knowledge. She’s an easy to read cat, and is known — especially in recent days — for expressing her opinion with no holds barred. She’s a loyal and dutiful warrior, and hopes to leave that impression on the Clan.
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History:
Quailfur’s parents were both senior warriors. They’d lived out the prime of their lives hunting and fighting alongside the best of them. They were in love — and there was no question about it — but neither of them wanted to raise children without extending their full attention to them. As her father’s retirement neared, her mother became heavy with kits. And the day her mother gave birth, her father moved to the elder’s den in kind. The situation certainly wasn’t normal, but Quailkit and her sisters grew up very well adjusted as a result.
During their apprenticeships, Quailpaw’s sisters both excelled at something. Chipmunkpaw had a bright mind and understood strategy well. Salamanderpaw had an odd fascination with hunting birds, and was eager to show off at any opportunity. Now, Quailpaw herself was a well rounded cat — she could hold herself in a fight and catch enough prey to feed the Clan. But that’s where her insecurity arose. Sure, she was a jack of all trades, but she was a master of none. And while her sisters preened and gloated, Quailpaw became deeply insecure about her own skills.
Enter Falconpaw. He, too, wasn’t good at being an apprentice: he about said as much. The two banded together against the world. He made Quailpaw feel good about herself, in a way that her mentor hadn’t. And when she saw him, her paws tingled and her tummy felt fuzzy. He was a bit abrasive sometimes, and a few of her friends warned her as much, but she ignored them in favor of him. Nobody began to notice her self-isolating, and when she became Quailfur, she quickly moved into the nursery.
Her pregnancy was so different from what had come before. Their litter hadn’t been planned, and Falconwing was not the ideal father. He was young and often struggled to express himself healthily. In his tantrums he would sometimes stop talking to her completely. Her mother tried to help her — but when that help turned into what she should have done, Quailfur shut down. All that stress resulted in Quailfur’s first litter being a miscarriage. As easy as that, her first relationship came crumbling to an end. Shortly after, Falconwing left the Clan.
Quailfur spent three quarters of a moon recovering from her miscarriage. It had been taxing, physically and emotionally, and other cats who hadn’t been through it just didn’t seem to understand. Without Falconwing there to protect and control, she felt adrift. She wasn’t so quick to trust anymore. But life was on the up and up when she struck up a lively friendship with Dacetail, a rough-and-tumble silver tabby, and Boarjaw, a stout brown tabby with an underbite. When it was time, the two helped her adjust to warrior life.
Why? Well, at first, Quailfur had no idea. But as the trio grew closer, she learned that Boarjaw had miscarried too. It turned out she couldn’t have kits. It had been hard for Dacetail and Boarjaw both. Nobody had been there for them, so they’d decided to help her through it. Their constant presence and loving attention helped Quailfur blossom — and soon, she fell in love with them both. It was awkward for her to come to terms with, and more awkward still when Boarjaw didn’t return those feelings. But Dacetail did, and with her blessing, the two entered an open relationship of their own.
Their communication, their ability to set boundaries, their passion — it was so unfamiliar and so beautiful. It ran almost counter to all her preconceived notions. When she became pregnant this time, she was ready. Murmurs had been going around about poison and sickness, but she ignored it; it wasn’t good for a queen to worry. She carried her litter of two safely to term, and named them Ravenkit and Heronkit. Boarjaw was her biggest advocate and supporter.
Not all would remain so peaceful. Ravenkit and Heronkit grew uneventfully at first, but that would change when Dacetail passed on from a mysterious illness — one that would shape up to be Twoleg poison. Quailfur leaned on Boarjaw, but she wouldn’t let grief take hold of her again. Instead, she spearheaded efforts to organize traveling necessities. As she had been taken care of by Dacetail and Boarjaw, she lent her support to those struggling few who needed it. Though it hurt to think about, she knew these kits would be more well adjusted than her lost litter ever would’ve been.
The memory of Dacetail helped put wind in her sails. After their journey to their new home, Quailfur took up full time residency in the nursery. There, she helped mothers who struggled to cope with loss. In her own way, she was thankful to have struggled so young — she was able to talk cats through it, even if they were many moons her senior. And everyone had to cope; everyone had lost a mate, a littermate, a parent, or a kit. Her unerring faith in StarClan helped her through the worst of times.
Still, life had toughened her up. She had started out as a fragile thing, but Dacetail and Boarjaw had taught her boundaries and taught her to say no. Age was creeping on her, and she was much more likely to start an argument or stand her ground. She became much more willing to defend herself, and it showed. When Runningstar became the Clan’s deputy, she decided it was time for her to stand up for what she believed in, and left the nursery for good.
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Family:
parents
Pansypelt - Mother, deceased
Carpheart - Father, deceased
siblings
Chipmunkwhisker - Sister, adoptable
Salamandertail - Sister, adoptable
clan relations
(Unnamed) - Mentor, unknown status
Dacetail - Partner, deceased
Boarjaw - Platonic partner, adoptable
Ravenblaze - daughter, played by Sade
Herondive - son, NPC
