Post by _Shinx_ on Jan 27, 2017 17:12:37 GMT -5
(I want this to continue for a long time and be semi-serious so no using twoleg words and try to keep names realistic so no 'Royalsplash' (splash isn't bad but Royal is) no 'Diamondfur' just think "would a cat know what this is?" If the answer is yes than use it. The clans are the original four, but in a different forest with similar territories. Shadowclan is a dense marsh-forest, riverclan is a open forest with rocky ground and patches of stone ground with rivers running through the territory. Windclan is moors with sparse trees and thunderclan is a normal oak forest dotted with pines)
Quailpaw licked her dark brown fur, the dust-grey-brown color of her tabbypoint stripes broke the darkness. Her white chest and underbelly added to her noticability accompanied by a splotch of ginger on her face. She finished her grooming and her soft, green eyes took in the forest. A bird flew-off, but the sound of birdsong lingered in her mind, playing itself over a few before finally leaving. She was nine moons old, so her final assessment would come for at the least two moons, the most four moons, yet she continued to anticipate the moment. She could imagine the pride in her mentor and parents along with the feeling of accomplishment garnished with excitement as she would step to the front of the clan. The leader would ask starclan to approve her before giving her, her warrior name. It would probably be something like Quailfeather for her beautifully feathered tail or Quailprint for a great act. But perhaps it would be Quailsong for giving the cry to go into battle or Quailspirit for her ability to come up with strategies with ease. Quailpaw found she'd fallen into a fantasy yet again and she really ought to be doing something productive such as hunting for her clan, Thunderclan.
Quailpaw licked her dark brown fur, the dust-grey-brown color of her tabbypoint stripes broke the darkness. Her white chest and underbelly added to her noticability accompanied by a splotch of ginger on her face. She finished her grooming and her soft, green eyes took in the forest. A bird flew-off, but the sound of birdsong lingered in her mind, playing itself over a few before finally leaving. She was nine moons old, so her final assessment would come for at the least two moons, the most four moons, yet she continued to anticipate the moment. She could imagine the pride in her mentor and parents along with the feeling of accomplishment garnished with excitement as she would step to the front of the clan. The leader would ask starclan to approve her before giving her, her warrior name. It would probably be something like Quailfeather for her beautifully feathered tail or Quailprint for a great act. But perhaps it would be Quailsong for giving the cry to go into battle or Quailspirit for her ability to come up with strategies with ease. Quailpaw found she'd fallen into a fantasy yet again and she really ought to be doing something productive such as hunting for her clan, Thunderclan.