Post by Setsa on Jan 31, 2014 15:37:56 GMT -6
Quietfire
and the arms of the ocean are carrying me
NAME: Quietfire
AGE: 30 moons
GENDER: She-cat
CLAN: ShadowClan
RANK: Warrior
and all this devotion was rushing out of me
SHORT DESCRIPTION:
A blueish grey she-cat with a white chest marking and yellow-bronze eyes
APPEARANCE:
Quietfire is an average sized blueish grey she-cat with silky smooth fur that she takes pride in keeping clean. She has a white splotch on her chest that she fancies looks just like a butterfly, and her tail is very floofy. Her soft looks may be deceiving, though, as she is actually very physically fit. She boasts a thick layer of muscle under her feminine coat, and can definitely hold her own in battles and such. Unfortunately that means she isn't as agile as some other cats, though she's definitely not slow. Though being slow may have been a good thing as she is very clumsy, she often doesn't know where to place her paws, but as she's grown older she's less of a destructive clumsy and more of a comedic clumsy; like trying to catch a moss ball and having it hit her right between the eyes.
and the crashes are heaven for a sinner like me
STRENGTHS:
- Calm
- Confident
- Strong, both emotionally and physically
WEAKNESSES:
- Clumsy
- Closed off; often seen as detached by cats who don't know her
- Prideful, so much so that it almost classifies as being conceited
- Nationalistic; she views ShadowClan as being the absolute best clan in the world, and won't stand for being told otherwise
PERSONALITY:
Quietfire is a very calm she-cat with an intense loyalty and pride for ShadowClan. Despite being very proud of her clan, she doesn't talk to very many of the members, feeling that it's enough just to be loyal to them. She doesn't have very many truly close friends, though when she does talk to her other clan mates she is friendly enough. She doesn't much like the other clans, feeling that her's is the best and anybody who isn't part of it is lesser somehow. Not that she is rude to them, she just sees them as distasteful. Despite being calm and quiet she doesn't put up with any misbehavior- harboring an all bite and no "bark" personality.
but the arms of the ocean delivered me
MOTHER: Sparrowfeather
FATHER: Greystripe
SIBLINGS: None
OTHER FAMILY: N/A
MENTOR: Sootface
APPRENTICE: Emberpaw
HISTORY:
Quietfire was born quiet. It was a bit of a disappointment to her mother and father, who had expected a whole crew of outspoken, playful kits. But nope, just this little kit who wouldn't even mewl when she was hungry. It wasn't that she was mute or even deaf, just that she didn't care for talking. She was never one to waste words. She did listen though. Maybe a little closely, and a little too much. She heard about how RiverClan stank of fish, how the whole of WindClan were tiny little cats who weren't worth the hares they caught, and how ThunderClan was as squirrely as the prey they ate . She never heard a bad thing about ShadowClan, and had thus decided from an early age that they must be the best. Her first trip outside the nursery had led her to the leader's den. She had just wanted to see where the best of the best lived, but had tripped on something and managed to tumble inside, right into the sleeping leader. When asked what she was doing she replied calmly, "Just seeing where I'm going to sleep someday," in a scratchy, unused voice before toddling right back out, refusing to talk about it afterwards.
The leader seemed intrigued by this little kit, having noticed that while she seemed very prideful she was also a little too quiet, and a little too clumsy. He had watched her tumble right into the medicine cat when s/he arrived carrying herbs and such, scattering them all over the floor and not saying anything, just helped pick them up and moved on. So, he gave her to a sure-pawed, outgoing warrior named Sootface that should help her to open up and learn how to use her paws. But she still wouldn't speak to him. He schooled her enough that she wasn't a walking disaster, and so that she was a formidable fighter; he was able to hone her into a perfectly muscled she-cat with probably the best manners any apprentice ever had. Until she spoke, of course. There was once when she was travelling along on the WindClan border when she declared loudly, for the patrol on the other side to hear, that WindClan sucked. It was such a shock that she hardly received a punishment for it, and it also helped to boost her confidence. She could do, or say, anything she wanted.
When it finally came time for her to become a Warrior, the leader decided to gift her the name Quietfire, because although she was a very quiet and independent cat, she also had a fire in her heart. One that burned with confidence and her passion for her Clan. A few months later, despite the worry over her quietness, she was granted an apprentice; it was obvious that she was a good warrior, and she had a loyalty to ShadowClan that would hopefully be passed on to any apprentice that she mentored. Shockingly enough, it was the young cat that managed to break through some of her silence. She had to speak to be able to direct her apprentice, and in turn had started to speak more to other cats as well. Not to say that she was suddenly talkative, but she didn't mind speaking to other cats as much. Other than talking a bit more she didn't change much otherwise; she remained very calm and collect, though she did become a bit more nationalistic and confident. Of course ShadowClan was better now with a cat that she had mentored.
After seeing that apprentice being moved to the Warrior den she had to wait for several moons in order to acquire another. That was fine with her; she couldn't hog all of the apprentices and it would give her more free-time. She was just getting used to not having a young cat to mentor, and in turn not having to talk to as many cats, when she was gifted with Emberpaw, a spunky young she-cat with a bit of an attitude issue, if she did say so herself. She would definitely have her paws full with this one.
The leader seemed intrigued by this little kit, having noticed that while she seemed very prideful she was also a little too quiet, and a little too clumsy. He had watched her tumble right into the medicine cat when s/he arrived carrying herbs and such, scattering them all over the floor and not saying anything, just helped pick them up and moved on. So, he gave her to a sure-pawed, outgoing warrior named Sootface that should help her to open up and learn how to use her paws. But she still wouldn't speak to him. He schooled her enough that she wasn't a walking disaster, and so that she was a formidable fighter; he was able to hone her into a perfectly muscled she-cat with probably the best manners any apprentice ever had. Until she spoke, of course. There was once when she was travelling along on the WindClan border when she declared loudly, for the patrol on the other side to hear, that WindClan sucked. It was such a shock that she hardly received a punishment for it, and it also helped to boost her confidence. She could do, or say, anything she wanted.
When it finally came time for her to become a Warrior, the leader decided to gift her the name Quietfire, because although she was a very quiet and independent cat, she also had a fire in her heart. One that burned with confidence and her passion for her Clan. A few months later, despite the worry over her quietness, she was granted an apprentice; it was obvious that she was a good warrior, and she had a loyalty to ShadowClan that would hopefully be passed on to any apprentice that she mentored. Shockingly enough, it was the young cat that managed to break through some of her silence. She had to speak to be able to direct her apprentice, and in turn had started to speak more to other cats as well. Not to say that she was suddenly talkative, but she didn't mind speaking to other cats as much. Other than talking a bit more she didn't change much otherwise; she remained very calm and collect, though she did become a bit more nationalistic and confident. Of course ShadowClan was better now with a cat that she had mentored.
After seeing that apprentice being moved to the Warrior den she had to wait for several moons in order to acquire another. That was fine with her; she couldn't hog all of the apprentices and it would give her more free-time. She was just getting used to not having a young cat to mentor, and in turn not having to talk to as many cats, when she was gifted with Emberpaw, a spunky young she-cat with a bit of an attitude issue, if she did say so herself. She would definitely have her paws full with this one.
never let me go, never let me go
ROLE-PLAYER: Setsa
WRITING SAMPLE:
See Shellheart
Lyrics: Never Let Me Go by Florence + the Machine
