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Personality: Quailheart is a very friendly she-cat, she likes to make friends, and tries her best to do so. Once you've hung around her long enough, you can tell she's protective of well... anyone. She doesn't want anyone to get hurt, so some cat doesn't loose a loved one, like she lost hers. At times she can get really quiet, she's just trying to cope with the loss of her mother, and being separated from her sister.

Other Facts: Quailheart has a very strong fear of water, and she does not know how to swim because of this.




~A she-cat tread lightly through the brush of her surrounding forest, a mewling newborn kit dangling from her jaws. The larger of her two litter, Cinderkit, laid sprawled sleepily on her back. She had to tell her clan she just found them, they couldn't know that Quailkit and Cinderkit were her daughters. Lilystep stifled a miserable sob, she had betrayed her clan! She had these kits with a rouge, if Birchstar discovered this, he'd exile her, maybe even her kits. The ginger striped cat stepped into the camp clearing, her tail lashing. She set the tiny bundle that was Quailkit at her paws. Her clanmates glanced at her wearily, some murmuring questions. Birchstar began to pad toward her. "Lilystep? Where did these kits come from, are they yours?" Lilystep fought to control any reaction, her whiskers trembled with the effort. "No, Birchstar. I was sitting by the brambles after a restless sleep and heard mews. I followed them, and found these two kits tucked away in a leaf bed." The she-cat replied, lowering down onto her haunches. She tilted her head down to look at her small daughters. Quailkit laid with her little body across Cinderkit's back, still mewling. Lilystep had to fight not to scoop up the adorable she-kit and shower her with licks. The Larkclan leader nodded, believing the queen's story. "Alright, do they have names?" The gray tom meowed, also glancing down at the two kits by the ginger she-cat's paws. Lilystep nodded, trying not to let a smile form on her muzzle as she said her kits' names. "I named them myself." She raised a paw and pointed at the grayish she-kit. "That, is Cinderkit," She pointed her paw at the smaller dappled kit. "This is Quailkit." Birchstar nodded, she could see his black lips move uncomfortably, like he was trying to hide a smile. The clan was needing kits desperately, there was only one queen, Birchstar's mate, Sunfur. "Beautiful names, Sunfur will nurse them until they are apprentices." The old tom meowed, waving his tail at his mate, who had been standing at the nursery entrance. The golden she-cat padded forward, her 3 kits behind her. "They're so cute!" Shellkit squealed, crouching down to get a better look at the two small kits. Lilystep purred lightly, hoping the clan might accept her kits without question. Birchstar disappeared into his den with the deputy behind him, while Sunfur picked up Cinderkit by her scruff, who mewed in protest. "Lilystep, would you carry Quailkit for me?" The queen meowed through the gray fur. Lilystep accepted the offer eagerly, but tried to mask her busseling nerves. She reached down and scooped up the tiny kit, who was fast asleep by now, and awfully hungry. Now in the nursery, the ginger striped cat set Quailkit at Sunfur's side. "Take good care of them?" Lilystep meowed toward the queen. Sunfur glanced up at her, her eyes glinting with confusion. "Of course." She replied.




~Quailkit squealed as Cinderkit's small paw swiped at her flank, making her spiral down into the dust. "Wraghh! Waterclan warrior!" Cinderkit yowled, hopping on top of her sister, who replied with an oof. "I'm not Waterclan! I'm a Larkclan warrior!" Quailkit meowed furiously, kangaroo-kicking her sister roughly in the chest. Cinderkit's breath came in a whopping exhale, and she stumbled back, right into a familar ginger colored cat's leg. "Whoa, whoa. Watch out you Larkclan warriors, or a fox might get you!" Lilystep growled jokingly, crouching down with rumbling purrs. Quailkit's smile widened with delight, her large baby blues sparkling with affection. Her mother had told she and her sister that she was their mother, but it was to be kept secret. "Ah! Fox! Larkclan, attack!" Cinderkit mewled, rushing forward on clumsy large paws and crashing into the she-cat's leg. The force was so little their mother wouldn't have been budged, but the she-cat fueled her kit's fun and stumbled a bit. Quailkit mewed in return and grabbed her mother's large paw, gnawing on it softly. "Oh no! I've been overpowered!" Lilystep released a teasingly dramatic yowl and collasped down into the dirt, letting her pink tongue loll out of her mouth. "Larkclan is victorious!" Quailkit declared, clambering up her mother's muscular shoulders and balancing unsteadily on her back. The gray warrior, Sparrowwing, chuckled as he padded by with Dappledleaf. "We better watch out, or Kitclan might take us over." Lilystep purred, raising her head and opening her beautiful amber eyes. "You two are going to make the best Larkclan warriors." The ginger cat meowed, her obsidian lips curving into a smile. Quailkit flopped down onto her mother's back, Cinderkit sprawled across their mother's forepaw. "We'll do it all for you." Cinderkit mewed sleepily, widening her jaws into a yawn. The mother and kits dozed peacefully in the warm blanket of sunlight, purring sweetly.
Chaos broke out suddenly, a swirling storm of terrifying yowls and slashing claws. The two kits squealed, cowering between their mother's legs as Waterclan warriors burst into the clearing, spitting and hissing like mad cats. "Lilystep! What's happening!" Quailkit yowled frettfully, pressing close to her bigger sister's body. "Waterclan is invading our camp, hurry, we need to get you to the nursery." Lilystep replied stiffly, her eyes blazing as she swept her kits away with her tail toward the den. A Waterclan tom had appearently pin-pointed her, because he came sauntering over, hissing wildly. The kits were strung with fear, unable to scoot back into the nursery as Lilystep rose on hindlegs and began to pummel the large roan tom with her paws. Sunfur appeared from inside the nursery and grabbed Cinderkit, yanking her back and away from the fighting. The stench of blood and fear assulted Quailkit's nose savagely as she continued to watch her mother fight. She realized with horrifying truth that Lilystep was losing! The Waterclan tom recieved another swipe across his face, wailing with pain as crimsion gushed from the side of his mouth. He had her mother pinned down though, and he went in for a fatal bite. "No! Mother!" Quailkit shrieked, her mother's tense frame went limp, her once beautiful amber eyes now dull and unmoving. Sunfur drug the dappled kit back into the nursery with her, and she got a final glimpse of the Waterclan tom as Birchstar fell on top of him, snarling with fury.





Quailkit exhaled wearily as she sat in the dry dust on her rump, her new friend, Windkit panting at her side. "Oasis clan is nice and all, but gee it's hot." The white and gray cat complained, swiping her pink tongue over the sides of her maw. Quailkit nodded in reply, her heart still clunched in stone-cold paws from her mother's death. Oh how she missed her! And Cinderkit. Why had Birchstar been so cruel? He sent her off to another clan without her sister, /just/ because she threw a 'tiny' temper tantrum over her mother. Windkit seemed to notice this, she sat up. "Oh hey, come on. Let's play a ga-" Her buddy was cut short by the assertive yowl of Aridstar. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather at the High Log." The sandy she-cat looked right at the two kits, making Quailkit flinch. "Windkit, Quailkit, come." She was becoming an apprentice! Her worries of her littermate and mother faded some as she trailed after Windkit toward the log. Quailkit settled herself down beside her friend. "It has come to my attention that two kits have reached 6 moons old. Windkit, from this day until you recieve your warrior name, you will be know as Windpaw." Quailkit purred as her clanmates yowled out her pal's new name. "Windpaw! Windpaw! Windpaw!" Quailkit yowled her friend's name one last time before listening again. "Windpaw, your mentor will be Sparrowpelt." Aridstar nodded as the brown tom came forward to touch noses with Windpaw. Purring, Quailkit awaited her new name. "Quailkit. From this day until you become a warrior, you will be know as Quailpaw. Your mentor will be Bearclaw." The tan she-cat meowed, her gaze following the gray tom that approached Quailpaw and touched her nose. Quailpaw's eyes sparkled with pride. Apprentice! She and Windpaw were going to become the best Oasis clan warriors the clans had ever seen!





Quailpaw laid in the nice, lush shade, Windpaw at her side. Every so often her friend's gray and white fur brushed her side. She didn't mind, but as humid as Oasis clan already was, she didn't want a snuggle. The young apprentice flopped over on her side in the dust, wriggling about on her back. Windpaw tilted her head, her maw slightly open as she panted lightly. "Man I wish it would rain sometime." The white and gray apprentice meowed. Quailpaw pushed herself back up, giving her dusty fur a shake. The whole clan had been hoping desperately for rain. But the river next to the camp was rising with threatening speed, if one little storm came, Oasis clan would flood. Quailpaw glanced up, past the blazing light of the sun; it was dimming. Dark, poofy clouds were slowly gliding toward the camp. The dappled cat's fur bristled. "I think Starclan just granted your wish.." Quailpaw meowed frettfully, aware that the camp was doomed.
Windpaw leapt to her paws, her blue eyes wide and fearful. "Aridstar! A Storm is coming!" The gray apprentice yowled. After a few moments, the entire camp when busseling with action. Warriors hurried from the nursery, carrying kits and new apprentices by their scruffs; then hoisting them up into trees. Elders were escorted from their dens and helped stiffly up lower branches of trees. Quailpaw flinched as the first drop of heavy rain hit her nose, making her muzzle wrinkle. A sudden flash of lighting tore across the sky, making the two apprentices yowl with fright. Heavy, booming thunder rolled across the sky a moment later, making Quailpaw cringe. "We should get into a tree now." Windpaw prompted. Quailpaw nodded, her whiskers trembling. And that's when the storm started.





Quailpaw yowled with fright as a massive wave from the rising river smacked into her side. Windpaw churned in the water fox lengths from her, and she was slowly drifting away. "Windpaw!" Quail shrieked, her wide tealish eyes stretched with fear. She didn't know how to swim!! The young apprentice released another yowl as more waves lapped over her head, submerging her. The she-cat clamped her jaws shut, her paws flailing wildly as the water tossed her like a dead mouse. She could see the smooth pebbles on the river bottom churning in the water, one was smacked into her muzzle, making the apprentice's jaws open with a silent, air bubbled yowl. She couldn't tell which way was up! Is this how she would join Starclan? Drowning? Just as Quailpaw's head began to feel light with the lack of air, strong jaws clamped onto her scruff, and the familar dusty tan tom yanked her out of the rushing water with one swipe of his head. "Dunestripe! Thank you!" Quailpaw gasped after moments of spitting up the clear blueish water. A soaping wet side pressed againist hers, the gray and white fur was a warming sight. "Windpaw! Thank Starclan!" The dappled apprentice meowed wearily, bumping her cheek into her friend's muzzle. The Oasisclan deputy rasped his rogue tongue over the two apprentice's head once, his own tan fur dripping with river water. "You two alright?" Dunestripe meowed, his wet ears pressed to his broad skull. Quailpaw and Windpaw nodded numbly, their light frames trembling. "Where's Aridstar, shouldn't she be calling out to the warriors what to do?" The dappled she-cat meowed, swiping her tongue over the sides of her soaked white muzzle. "Aridstar abandoned the camp." Dunestripe rumbled bitterly, his dripping tail lashing fiercely. The two young cats froze for a moment, there eyes blazing with bewilderment and fury. "She, abandoned us? Her clan?" Windpaw finally growled, her usually soft sky blue eyes on fire with hatred. Quailpaw could feel her friend's anger coming off in waves from her wet fur, she knew that if the gray apprentice was dry, her fur would be bristling like a badger's. Dunestripe nodded, a cold grimance on his face. "It's my job to help the clan now. All the kits and elders are safe in the trees, let's look for the others." The tom meowed darkly, his amber eyes narrowed. Quailpaw stood in her place for a moment, her white-tipped tail lashing on the wet river sand. Aridstar. That coward. That poor excuse of a clan cat! Quailpaw's chest swelled with furious anger, and her teal eyes dialated as she imagined with that crow-food she-cat was doing to escape the flood and leave her clan behind. Windpaw and Dunestripe were out of earshot now. The dappled apprentice raised her muzzle to the lighting-torn sky and yowled as loud and as anger-fueled that she could."Aridstar! You cowardly mouse-heart! You'll end up in the dark forest!" The young cat's yowl was lost in the tumbling rumble of the storm, and she whipped around on her paws and pelted after her clan mates, still bristling with fury.