Quollfreckle

Name:Quollfreckle

      Past Names: Quollkit, Quollpaw

      Rank: Warrior

      Clan: Heatherclan

      Breed: Dark bengal/Calico mix

      Gender: Male

      Age: 31 moons

Personality:

Positive:

      _{★ Ambitious}

       _{★ Brave}

      _{★ Good hearted (Tries to hide this)}

      _★ Proud     

Negative:

     _{★ Obsessed with improving his training}

      _{★ Unfriendly to most cats}

       _{★ Doesn't like showing emotion/vulnerability} 

      _{★ Impatient}  

       _★ Cynical

  Background: 

Quollkit: Born with a slightly twisted paw he fell behind growing up with the other kits around him. Koikit his little brother died within a few days in the den of winter fever but still Quollkit had remembered snuggling/encouraging and bonding with him in those brief, first days of thier lives.

     Afterwards Quollkit felt an emptiness in him and pined for company of others. Only two other kits survived that winter and he tried to join in their games and play but soon found they'd begin to shun him as his slight limp kept him from doing the really fun things they'd want to do.

     He found Panthershade his father only ever looking over him from a distance and grunting some fatherly advice every now and again passing by. So Quollkit learned he didn't need any cat but himself. He blamed his twisted paw for all he lacked in life and swore to  put things right!

     So limping day after day around the camp forcing pressure on his paw he had many trips to the medicine cat den. But was straight back out practicing and practicing. It took a long time but by the time he was a young apprentice he ended up having a stronger paw than any other cat in the clan. And by the time he'd earned his warrior name it had no feeling and the force of an unbreakable rock. 

     His reputation was well known for his special ability but still he stayed silent and only kept his words and thoughts to himself unless he was forced to talk to others.

Family:

     Mother: _Rainbowpelt 

     Father:  _Panthershade 

     Siblings: _{Koikit (/Deceased)}

     Mate: _None

     Kits: _None 

Other: 

    Fell for a young female warrior as a late apprentice. He managed to date her for a few moons but found her clinginess off putting and eventually she left him after his warrior ceremony due to his lack of compliments and affection.

     Has an extreamly powerful front right paw

     Always wanted to better himself so aims for the highest goals, 

     like becoming leader! But feels he will always want to achieve more than what he has.

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 ( Apprentice/Mentor )
 ( Respect )
 ( Family )
 ( Acquaintance )
 ( Friend )
 ( Good Friend )
 ( Crush )
( Admire | Affection )
 ( Discomfort | Dislike | Loathe ) 
 ( Fear | Enemies | Rivals )
Name ( Dead ) 
 ( Mate )

     Relationships:  

 Melonfur: "I don't want to go into THAT again, she was okay, I was a young tom struck by a pretty pelt what can I say? I never loved her and when her whining got away to much I was happy she ended things before i did. She seems to give me judging stares to this day but I just brush it off, she'll get over it"

 Panthershade: "That piece of dirt has never done anything for me! Pf like I care. He's a good warrior but thats all , my mother could have done way better than that but she won't see things my way..."

Rainbowpelt: "One of the most selfless cats in all the lands and the only one who ever cared about me. She just retired to the elders den last moon but she's no where near old enough. I still bring her a water vole (Her favourite) after my food patrols every sunrise"

     Roleplay example:

     'Gasping in and out heated puffs of frozen air, the shock at his bloodied paw threw him! He just stared down unsure how he did'nt feel a damn thing! Nothing! Had, had he really done it? Gulping he flexed his toes one by one. Okay they all still worked, but there was nothing! no coldness no pain, it was...Perefct! Smirking with satisfaction his eyes darted forward at the giant stone poking out of the snowey ground once again. It looked like he'd just massacred a load of freshkill but the blood was only his. Had any cat ever got THIS far with there training? No but he had. Letting out a dark chuckle he felt almost happy. The thought of practicing this out in a real battle made his tail lash behind him in excitment. Turning swiftly he left the rock he'd practiced at since his late apprenceship and dissapeared into the nights gloom back to camp. Now the clan would see how powerful as asset he had become!'