September 5th || New art! Its experimental, tried to make him look like a mottled kitty ;.;
   August 9th ||Transfer and almost finished his bio! Waiting for approval from JSyle!



     STATUES || Healthy and alive
     ACTIVITY LEVEL || Active || Not primary

     TIME ZONE || Mountain Time

     SKYPE || Sometimes, ask
     NOTES || Yes, Preferred
     CHAT || Depends, ask
     COMMENTS || Yes, Preferred

     EXAMPLE || From BotS | Greystag | Sleetclan Deputy

_{The Forest gleamed under a fresh powder of snow, bare trees swaying in a gentle Leaf-bare breeze. Greystag sat back on his haunches just under the shelter of a bare aspen, watching, and chuffing at the birds over head. Damned things. Sparrows darted through the trees, chirping without a care, as if mocking the cats bellow. The bushy Tom- cat flattened his ears to his head but his thoughts where interrupted as a slender white cat came padding up next to him. Greystag didn't take notice of the Tom, the white warrior squared his shoulders against the breeze and looked, a little confused, at his senior. "What are you doing." He meowed softly flicking his eyes to the birds overhead. Greystag dropped his gaze, eyes soft and carefree as he greeted the Tom with a flick of his bushy tail. "Damn things." The warrior scoffed. "Look at Em Whitestep, mocking us, flittering about above the trees." Greystag meowed with a playfulness to his voice. Whitestep gave a murmur of agreement but held his tense stance. Greystag frowned and shouldered the white warrior as he stood. "Oh come on now, no need to be like that." The young Tom simply gazed at him with a constricted expression on his face."But my paws are going to freeze off." He mewled, half to himself. Greystag felt a tugg of pity for the little white tom, to be born with such a thin layer of fur. "Well then, let's get moving, warm up those muscles, and the sooner we get this borders marked the sooner we can get home. But you gotta hold that head of yours a bit higher, unless you want me to send you home right now." Whitestep immediately lifted his head to shake it. "No, no, I wanna come with. Sorry Greystag." The Deputy smiled. "That's more like it, can't have ya getting to chummy with your deputy, show a little pride." Greystag rose to his paws, demonstrating a tall striding walk, when a sparrow suddenly fluttered past his ears, sending the silver Tom leaping into the air with a startled meow. Whitestep chuckled behind him, and finally broke into a smile.}


     NAME || Quickheart
                    _{Quick - He was the first to be born
                    paw - Indication of his apprentice statues}
     PAST NAMES ||  Quickpaw || Name prior to warriorship 
                    Quickkit || Name prior to apprenticeship
                    
     NICK-NAMES || None at the moment

     AFFILIATION || Thunderclan
     PAST AFFILIATION || The Clan

     SEX || Male
     GENDER || Tom

     BIRTH SEASON || Green-leaf
     AGE || 70 Moons

     RANK || Senior Warrior
     MENTOR || Shatteredglass || Calico she-cat with green sea green eyes || Deceased || Starclan
     PAST APPRENTICE(S) || Ribbonfang || Ginger tabby tom with hazel eyes || Alive || Windclan
                                              Blackfur || Black she-cat with yellow eyes || Alive || Thunderclan
                                              Maplepaw || Brown tabby she-cat with golden eyes || Deceased || Starclan
     CURRENT APPRENTICE || None



     BREED || Moggy ||  Ragdoll - 60% |  Himalayan - 20% |  Unknown - 20% 
    
     BUILD || Thick | Round | Well muscled

     SCARS || Torn ears || Battle with Shadowclan
                     Left foreleg scars || Falling from a tree, nearly broke his wrist
                     Right foreleg scars || Fox
                     Three scars on head || Gained when trying to attack Deadstar, a Shadowclan warrior defended his leader and left him scarred
                     Scars on right hind leg || Fox 
                     Various other scrapes || Training and hunting

ACCESSORIES || None

     FUR TEXTURE || Thick | Dry | Dense
     FUR COLOUR || Mottled brown | White under belly and tail tip

     EYES || Mossy green
 
     SCENT || Moss | Water | Rich | Earthy

     VOICE || Low | Rumbling | Smooth

     QUICK DESCRIPTION || Mottled brown tom with green eyes



     STRENGTH || 80/100

     AGILITY || 30/100

     SPEED || 30/100

     TACTICS || 60/100
 
     ENDURANCE ||  60/100

     STEALTH || 30/100

     SWIMMING || 10/100

     CLIMBING || 90/100

     JUMPING || 70/100


     EYESIGHT || 50/100

     HEARING || 60/100

     SCENT || 30/100


     HERBAL KNOWLEDGE || 20/100

     KITTING KNOWLEDGE || 10/100

     CRAFTING || 10/100


     BELIEF IN STARCLAN || 50/100

     BELIEF IN THE DARK FOREST || 50/100



     Slow minded ||  Negative | "..." | You Really have to explain things to this tom. He does not understand sarcasm well, and will not notice hints

     Dedicated || Positive | "I need to finish this." | He has it, some where buried deep and that lazy lump of fur, passion, loyalty, and dedication to what he 
     sets his heart too. He would never leave a friend or sibling hanging, and sticks with it too the end.

     Lazy || Negative | "Uuuuung, but I just started to sun. Can't hunting wait until sun-down. Or tomorrow." | Quickheart would rather spend his days 
     playing games and basking in the sun. It's difficult to actually get him up and doing something. Once he gets doing a task he will moan about it for a bit, but his dedication
     will always make him finish a job. Only afterwards he would love to just cuddle up and go right back too sleep.

     Gentle || Positive |  "Oh hey there little guy." | 

     Laid back || Neutral |  "Ah it ain't so bad." | Nothing really bothers Quickheart, unless you mess with his family, even then he will essentially calmly tell
     you too fuck off, then go and comfort his friends, which he considers his family. This also contributes to his laziness, and would rather not get involved if he can help it. Often
     telling cats who come to him with problems to solve it themselves.

     independent || Neutral | "I think I'll do this one on my own, catch up with ya later." | If given the opportunity Quickheart would rather do things on his 
     own. Despite his connection and loyalty to his clan and family, he likes his alone time, or spending time with small, closed groups. Especially his sister Rainblossom.

     Cuddly || Neutral | "Come hear and give your brother a big ol' hug!" | Quickheart, looooves to cuddle, my god sometimes you can't even get this bastard
     off of you. He will just slump over sometimes with no warning, even if it may be inappropriate. However his fur is thick and warm, so why would you complain if this big teddy
     gave you a hug?
 
     LIKES || Cuddles | Family | Friends | Kits | She-cats | Sun | Climbing | Trees | Forests | Closed in spaces | Heights | Mud
     DISLIKES || Rain | Strong wind | Open plains | Shadowclan | Windclan (mostly due to there relation to such open areas, not the cats within the clan, although he
     finds them weird) | Foxes | Fire | medicine  

     STRENGTHS || Climbing | Brute force | Direct fights | Loyalty

     WEAKNESSES || Speed | Hunting | Agility | Listening properly 

     QUIRKS || Random hugs | Has a tendency to disappear, even walk away mid conversation if he looses interest | Seems to always be missing when your looking for
     him, and right at your side when you want him gone 

     MOTHER || Thorntail || Brown she-cat with white patches || NPC || Deceased || Starclan
     FATHER || Unknown

     SIBLINGS || Whiteleg || Light brown she-cat with one white leg || NPC || Deceased || Starclan
     ADOPTED SIBLINGS || Rainblossom || Light grey tabby she-cat || JSyle || Alive || Riverclan

     MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER || Unknown
     MATERNAL GRANDFATHER || Unknown

     MATERNAL AUNTS || Unknown

     MATERNAL UNCLES || Unknown

     MATERNAL COUSINS || Unknown

     PATERNAL GRANDMOTHER || Unknown
     PATERNAL GRANDFATHER || Unknown

     PATERNAL AUNTS || Unknown

     PATERNAL UNCLES || Unknown
     PATERNAL GREAT-UNCLE || Unknown

     PATERNAL COUSINS || Unknown                      

     NIECES || None
     NEPHEWS || None

     KITS || None

     CURRENT MATE || Single 
     PAST MATES || None

     CURRENT ATTRACTIONS || Inkdapple || He loves her pelt colours, and her mysterious sort of aura || Mild attraction || Physical 
     PAST ATTRACTIONS || None

     ORIENTATION || Heterosexual
     ACTIVITY || Active || Has courted several she-cats in the past, but never settled down. Now as he is getting on in years he wishes to find a mate and have kits 
     before he grows to old.

     PHYSICAL PREFERENCES || Tall she-cats | Exotic breeds | Colourful markings | Spots and stripes | Soft 
     PERSONALITY PREFERENCES || Spunk | Sweet | Adventurous | Cuddly | Loyal

     BEFORE BIRTH || TBA

     KIT-HOOD || When he was just a kit, he found a new sister, and his new best friend, Rainkit. Along with her and his other sister Whitekit, they lived a happy and    
      excitable kit-hood. Listening too stories their mother would tell them of Starclan, and of the ancient clans, of how one day they would become warriors, one day the clans
     would re-form to their once glorious form. Quick-kit was eager to become an apprentice, and boasted of how he would protect his 'little' sisters. They grew up on the road, 
     always on the move and living on the brink of danger. However Quick-kit was always entranced with the thought of Starclan, even though he had never seen any signs of
     their existence, he believed with all his heart that they where guiding The Clan home. He would often ask if 'this would be their new home' where ever they went. Big tree? 
     would this be their new home? Clear river? Would this be their new home? Quick-kit was impatient. But his adventurious side drove him to always climb and explore new
     heights developing his strength and climbing abilities early. He was a strong kit, big for his age, but even from birth was a cuddle bug, and his favourite moment was at the
     end of every night, curling up safe, and alive, with his little family.
  
     APPRENTICESHIP || Quick-kit was apprenticed a little late, like most kits, apprentice-ship often waited until a safe location was reached, close to the stars. He was 
     given too, to many surprise, Shatteredglass, a stand in leader at the time who held great authority and statues despite her unofficial title. He had great potential to be a 
     strong warrior, as he was already developing lean muscles. In the beginning Quickpaw was eager to learn, but never the most attentive. His training started off promising but
     after several moons he began to grow overconfident and lazy. Claiming he could simply do it tomorrow, when assigned a task. When he was eight moons old, a fox had begun
     to trail The Clan, although many believed the fox to not be that big of a deal, a patrol was sent, along with Quickpaw and his sisters, to deal with the fox before it did
     become a problem. Three warriors and three apprentice, they tracked the fox along to a River side, before it's scent was lost. In those moments of confusion the fox, along
     with it's mate pounced, one warrior was killed by the surprised, the fox landing a deadly blow while his back was turned. The remaining apprentices and two warriors sprung 
     into battle, managing to kill one fox. However Whitepaw had become separated by the other fox, while the fight ensued. She cired out desperate for help, but it was too late,
     in Whitepaw's panic, she slipped and was dragged into the churning rivers water. Quickpaw and Rainpaw cried out, but the warriors were to busy keeping the other fox at bay
     who quickly fled after it's mate's death. Whitepaw had vanished, and the patrol was left devastated at the death on a warrior on one young apprentice. They returned to their 
     clan-mates, broken, and barring sad news. That night Whitepaw was granted her warrior name, Whiteleg, before a bodieless ceremony was held for her passing. Quickpaw 
     was broken, and spent many days alone, basking in the suns warmth. It took many moons before he returned to his care free self, but even now he was never the same. 
     He is now more deeply bound to Rainpaw, but more distant and quiet, that bubbly outgoing tom became more somber.

     Will be updated once Shatterglass's Bio is posted

     WARRIORSHIP || Quickheart and Rainpaw where granted warrior-ship on the same night, and they sat in vigil with thoughts of their sister in their hearts. Their
     duties as warriors dragged them apart, spending time in different patrols and areas of The Clan. He was granted his first apprentice at eighteen moons, a young and scornful
     she-cat named Maplepaw. She refused to hold her tongue, every word thick with sarcasm, and nothing had been her fault. Quickheart had quite the pawful for his first 
     apprentice, always kept on his toes. There where moments within his training he wished to give up and just let her teach herself. But Quickheart learned over his moons with 
     Maplepaw to be patient, and persistent. She was in reality, a very insecure she-cat, and her attitude had left her without a friend. She cracked, if only a little, to the gentle 
     heart of Quickheart. A minor victory for Quickheart that was short lived, when Maplepaw succumb to sickness at the age of ten moons. Quickheart was left in Solomon
     mourning for the loss of his apprentice, from a mysterious sickness presumed to be Ghost-blood. During their journey, Quickheart had his second apprentice by thirty moons 
     of age, Blackpaw, Who he successfully mentored to Blackfur, the she-cat chose too join Thunderclan with her mentor when the clan discovered their new homes. A few moons
     prior to finding their new home, Quickheart was given Ribbonpaw as his third apprentice at fifty-nine moons of age. Ribbonpaw reminded Quickheart of Malpepaw in his 
     demeanour, but he had a certain aggression to him that unsettled Quickheart. Ribbonpaw chose to join Windclan and was granted a new mentor just shy of becoming a 
     warrior, an action that shocked, and offended Quickheart. He lives a quiet life now, hoping to help retain peace as long as he can to live a comfortable life with his family,
     Thunderclan. Quickheart wishes to find a mate now that his life has settled, and there is potential for a safe family, before he grows to old to have kits, or appeal to a mate.