Post by Minteh Freshness on Aug 12, 2016 17:37:55 GMT
☀ Quickriver ☀
name: Briarkit - Quickkit - Quickpaw - Quickriver
gender: female
age: 26 moons
clan: riverclan
position: warrior
short description: a small, gold-brown tabby with matching eyes.
appearance:
Body || Even though Quickriver is a warrior, she is a small as a newly made apprentice. All of the kits in her mother's first litter were born small and it didn't help that she was also the runt, which made her even smaller. She is built more like a Windclan cat, built for speed rather than strength. She is also muscular, more so than a normal Windclan cat, because of swimming. Her fur is short but thick which helps keep her skin more dry when she goes in the water. Quickriver has an angular face and ear that are just slightly too big for her head, though it's hardly noticeable. With her being small, you may think that she has short legs like a munchkin, but instead, she looks like a regular cat just got shrunk down a few sizes. She has a long tail that helps her balance when she runs and when she is swimming.
Coloring || Quickriver is a brown tabby. She has white accents on her face and beige coloring on her neck, chest, and belly. She has tan coloring on her legs, paws, tail, and on/around her ears. She has darker brown on her nose, around her eyes, and on her back. On the darker brown is a bronze tint and on the tan is a gold tint. In full sunlight her fur shines like those precious metals. In moonlight, it dulls down and the gold looks more silver and the bronze looks more gold. She has black striping over all of these colors. Her stripes are on her face, neck, back, tail, sides, chest, legs, and paws, but her belly is completely the beige color. When she gets wet, her fur darkens till it looks like a boringly regular brown tabby. The whiskers on her muzzle are white and the whiskers above her eyes are tan. She has a black nose with just a small spot of light liver in the middle. Her paw pads match her nose, and her claws are a sort of clear brownish color.
Eyes || Quickriver's eyes are wide and innocent looking, which paired with her size, helps her to be mistaken for a young apprentice or even a kit. Her eyes match her coloring. They are brown, mostly seen around the pupils, with gold flecks in them like a bottle full of gold flakes. Towards the edge of her eyes it has less gold so it looks more brown.
personality:
~Temperamental/Serious~
Quickriver is quite hotheaded. She gets snappish whenever someone mistakes her for a kit, especially if they do it several times or as a joke. She's too serious and has almost no humor unless she is with Birchfeather. Her adoptive brother is the only one she lets loose with and jokes around with. Quickriver is almost always ready to jump into a fight and often has to be held back from starting something (or finishing it as she says). Quickriver will almost always give a smart-alec remark if she feels someone is making fun of her.
~Hardworking~
Quickriver is hardworking for many reasons; her father pushes her, she wants to show everyone she belongs, and she wants to prove to herself she can belong. Those are the main reasons but even without those she wouldn't be a slacker. It's just not in her nature. She hates when others slack off because it makes her think that she has to prove her worth all the time whereas pretty much everyone else has a free ride. Quickriver will jump at the chance to show her worth, even if it is doing things apprentices are supposed to do. If she doesn't see anyone doing it and it needs to be done, she's there to do it.
~Loyal~
Quickriver is loyal to her father because she believes he saved her, she is loyal to Russetstep for taking her in when she could have turned her away, and she is loyal to Birchfeather for always being there for her. She would do anything for these three, at least at the moment. If she ever found out that her father lied to everyone, she may no longer trust him, and her trust is hard to come by. She doesn't have many friends because she thinks everyone else is always judging her and laughing at her behind her back. She keeps everyone at a distance, even though a few others have tried to become friends with her. Quickriver is also loyal to Riverclan and the leaders. She's thankful they allowed her to stay in the clan when they could have forced her and her father out. Even though she feels she has to prove herself constantly, she is still loyal to her clan.
~Unforgiving~
So far the only cats who she has been forgiving to is her father, Russetstep, and Birchfeather. No one else really has her trust for her to be forgiving to but she can be quite unforgiving of others. She has never forgotten the cats who mistook her as a kit, or played a prank on her, or made a joke out of her size. She just doesn't forgive or forget. She also is very unforgiving of her adoptive sister, Rowanfang, for when the she-cat first yelled at her that she wasn't really her sister or Russetstep's real kit. That was the day that her father told her the story of what happened. Quickriver has always had a sort of rivalry with her adoptive sister. They were always trying to better one another and Rowanfang had often been cruel to her when no one else was around. Quickriver always watches her back when she is alone because since she has never forgiven or forgotten what Russetstep has done, she doesn't trust the other she-cat.
~Other~
Underneath all that, Quickriver is really just a cat that wants to fit in, be where she belongs, and be loved. Deep, deep, deep, down, she really is just a kind hearted, generous cat who hasn't let herself have a chance to show that other side of her. Her father was the first factor in shoving that side of her down. He was trying to get his "only kit" to be the best, to work hard, and show everyone she belongs. (I'm hoping this side of her may come out. It sort of does with Birchfeather.)
history:
A half clan cat. The product of a Windclan she-cat and Riverclan tom. That's what Quickriver is, though she's never known, even after she was made into a warrior. Quickriver started out as Briarkit with her three brothers Yarrowkit, Jaykit, and Pheasantkit. Yarrowkit was a yellow tabby, Jaykit a grey tabby, and Pheasantkit was a brown tabby. Their mother was Violetpelt, a grey Windclan she-cat. She met a handsome brown tabby Riverclan tom named Kinkfoot, at a gathering. By chance, they happened to meet a few more times after that at their borders. After another meet at a gathering, the two started to see one another at night, even sleeping the whole night together a couple times. Kinkfoot often asked her to change clans and she would refuse, shooting back a question on why she was the one who had to do it. Even with these arguments, the two always made up before they left one another.
Violetpelt found out she was pregnant and freaked out. She didn't know what to do. She knew that Kinkfoot would try to do everything he could to get her to join Riverclan so their kits could grow up there. She didn't want that to happen so she stopped meeting with him. She stopped seeing him altogether. At first Kinkfoot was hurt and confused, then he grew angry, thinking she had just been using him. At the next gathering, the Riverclan leader announced that one of their she-cats was having kittens. Kinkfoot was shocked to find out that it was Violetpelt. He grew angry, wondering why she didn't tell him. He needed to know if they were his kits. He stewed and waited, watching the border between the two territories, listening to the patrols as they went past. At least, he heard a couple of young warriors chatting during a patrol, talking about how Violetpelt had just had her kits the day before. They still didn't know who the father was, Violetpelt wasn't telling anyone, not even the medicine cat. Kinkfoot heard that and decided that they must have been his kits! If they were his then he had just as much right to raise them as she did. Kinkfoot thought up a plan. The gathering was just in a few days. He would wait until then and then take his kits to their rightful home.
So, the tabby tom waited. He had a story in place for if his leader and deputy asked him to go to the gathering, but they didn't. He thanked Starclan for that, taking that as their sign that he should do this. Kinkfoot waited until everyone was gone and then slipped out of camp. He went over to Windclan territory, knowing no one would expect something to happen on this night. He rolled in foxdung, not wanting anyone to recognize his scent, and started out for the Windclan camp. He passed a fresh scent trail of many cats and was thankful that the group had already left. Kinkfoot finally came across the camp and followed the scent of Violetpelt. When he found the nursery he glanced in at his former mate and saw four little bundles of fur, all asleep. All of them were small, so he knew he could carry two of them. He found the largest, strongest looking tom, a brown tabby like him, and then was about to grab the second biggest tom when he heard something. Kinkfoot had to be quick about this. He grabbed a random kit and took off. He was a ways away from the camp when a wailing started. Violetpelt. She must have woken to the scent of fox that was on his fur, and noticed her kits gone. He heard the calls of other cats and was glad he had a head start.
Kinkfoot made it back to the river and crossed it. It was getting harder to see so he glanced up and noticed clouds were staring to cross over the moon. Because of him looking up, he lost his hold on one of the kits and it slipped into the river. Kinkfoot started to panic. He was already at the other bank and set the second kitten down before trying to find the other one. He couldn't until the moon just barely came out from behind the cloud and shown down on a small patch of fur caught on a branch in the river. Kinkfoot swam over and picked up the kit, thankful he had found it. He climbed back onto shore and started to lick the tom, hoping to warm it up from the cold water it had just been in. The moon went back behind the cloud and Kinkfoot picked the two kits up again. He started at a fast pace to get back to camp. He was near Fourtrees and he paused when he heard a sound coming from that direction. It sounded like cats fighting.
If the clans were fighting, then that was why the moon had gone behind the clouds, right? And if that were true, then he had to get back to camp before the rest of his clan came back. Kinkfoot hurried his pace, but made sure to keep a tight grip on the two kits, not wanting to drop one again. He finally made it back, exhausted and slipped back into camp. He went to the nursery where a she-cat with new kits was. Hers were only a few days younger than Violetpelt's. Her name was Russetstep and she looked up when the tom came in, smelling slightly of fox. She was shocked as she looked at the tired tom who was carrying two small kits. She told him to give them to her, she had enough milk for two more since she only had two kits, and then when he did, she asked what happened. Kinkfoot looked away as if he was ashamed. "I had a mate out side of the clans. A loner. I was going to go meet her tonight since I hadn't been for a quarter moon, and a found her fighting off a fox that was trying to take our kits. I got rid of it but it was too late. She was dying and our other kit was already dead. After she died, I took these two and came back, hoping you could take care of them. I was trying to cross the river with them both and the one fell in the water. I got him out as quickly as I could, but I'm so worried." Russetstep ate the story right up and felt sorry for him. She told him to go get the medicine cat to make sure the kits were both okay.
So, Kinkfoot did as he was told, just as the rest of the clan got back. He brought the medicine cat over to the nursery. The tom that had fallen in the water was pronounced dead and Kinkfoot wailed out his pain at loosing one of his kits. This brought attention over to the nursery. He was aloud to go in to see his other kit and he looked in on the kit. It was a brown tabby, matching Kinkfoot and the tom that had died, but he was surprised to see that he had grabbed the smallest kit there, and a she-kit no less. He was shocked, sure that she would die just like her brother, but both Russetstep and the medicine cat told him she was a strong one. A fighter. They asked him what her name was and he stared at the tiny she-kit. She was even smaller than Russetstep's kits, who were younger than her. "Quickkit" He said and then left the nursery.
Kinkfoot had to tell the leader and deputy, and a few other cats that were listening in, the "story" of what had happened. He begged them to let his kit stay, even if she may die with being how small she was. They agreed but didn't think they should tell any of the other clans. They didn't want to seem weak to the other clans by letting a half clan cat into their clan.
For the rest of Quickkit's kithood, Kinkfoot was always there for her, trying to help her practice how to hunt and fight because he was scared with how small she was, she was less than half the size of the her adopted siblings all through kithood, he thought she would have a late apprentice ceremony. She did, for a moon, but when she didn't grow much in that time, she finally got one. She received a mentor named Silverbrook, a silver tabby she-cat who was calm and patient with the young she-cat.
Quickkit, now Quickpaw, was a pawful, to say the least. She had a short temper and was always trying to do everything right on the first try, which hardly ever happened, and it made her frustrated. She only knew of her past as the story her father had told everyone, and she wanted to make him proud. She wanted to show everyone that she was just as good as them even if she was only half Riverclan. Quickpaw always works her hardest, even trying to work harder than that. She would get her adopted brother and sister to help her out. Her brother, Birchpaw, was more than willing. He was always looking out for her and their clanmates often forgot they weren't related because they looked so much alike and were almost always together. He was a brown tabby as well, though he was more of a darker brown than her. Her sister, Rowanpaw, a black and ginger tortoiseshell, wasn't so nice. She despised and hated being around her. She hated that the clan had let in a half clan cat and won't do anything to help her adopted sibling.
Birchpaw and Quickpaw often snuck out of camp so Quickpaw could practice more. They found her strengths, like running, and her weaknesses, like hunting, and then focused more on strengthening those weaknesses, though they did work on her strengths as well. They found that when she really put her mind to it she was great at fighting and running. Quickpaw didn't have as much muscle so they worked on building that up with swimming. Over time, she grew to really love swimming and whenever she needed to think, she would either swim or run. On her own, she practiced fighting moved in shallow water where the current wasn't too fast. This helped her become stronger and it helped her to push her self to move quicker.
Surprisingly, Quickpaw was made into a warrior alongside Birchpaw and Rowanpaw, rather than a moon or more behind like many had thought would happen. Quickpaw had shown Silverbrook how quickly she could swim and how she could fight in water. This gained her the warrior name Quickriver. Birchpaw became Birchfeather from how soft (personality wise) and light he is with others. Rowanpaw became Rowanfang from how sharp and unforgive she is as well as how easily fighting comes to her.
Quite often Quickriver gets mistaken for a newly made apprentice or even a kit because of how small she is. She's always been at least half the size of everyone else. Her size is just another thing that makes her want to prove she is just as good as any pure blooded Riverclan cat.
She still believes in the story Kinkfoot told everyone on where she came from. Soon she will find out the truth and want to find her Windclan family....
Edda Rose
Kuwaki
gender: female
age: 26 moons
clan: riverclan
position: warrior
short description: a small, gold-brown tabby with matching eyes.
appearance:
Body || Even though Quickriver is a warrior, she is a small as a newly made apprentice. All of the kits in her mother's first litter were born small and it didn't help that she was also the runt, which made her even smaller. She is built more like a Windclan cat, built for speed rather than strength. She is also muscular, more so than a normal Windclan cat, because of swimming. Her fur is short but thick which helps keep her skin more dry when she goes in the water. Quickriver has an angular face and ear that are just slightly too big for her head, though it's hardly noticeable. With her being small, you may think that she has short legs like a munchkin, but instead, she looks like a regular cat just got shrunk down a few sizes. She has a long tail that helps her balance when she runs and when she is swimming.
Coloring || Quickriver is a brown tabby. She has white accents on her face and beige coloring on her neck, chest, and belly. She has tan coloring on her legs, paws, tail, and on/around her ears. She has darker brown on her nose, around her eyes, and on her back. On the darker brown is a bronze tint and on the tan is a gold tint. In full sunlight her fur shines like those precious metals. In moonlight, it dulls down and the gold looks more silver and the bronze looks more gold. She has black striping over all of these colors. Her stripes are on her face, neck, back, tail, sides, chest, legs, and paws, but her belly is completely the beige color. When she gets wet, her fur darkens till it looks like a boringly regular brown tabby. The whiskers on her muzzle are white and the whiskers above her eyes are tan. She has a black nose with just a small spot of light liver in the middle. Her paw pads match her nose, and her claws are a sort of clear brownish color.
Eyes || Quickriver's eyes are wide and innocent looking, which paired with her size, helps her to be mistaken for a young apprentice or even a kit. Her eyes match her coloring. They are brown, mostly seen around the pupils, with gold flecks in them like a bottle full of gold flakes. Towards the edge of her eyes it has less gold so it looks more brown.
personality:
~Temperamental/Serious~
Quickriver is quite hotheaded. She gets snappish whenever someone mistakes her for a kit, especially if they do it several times or as a joke. She's too serious and has almost no humor unless she is with Birchfeather. Her adoptive brother is the only one she lets loose with and jokes around with. Quickriver is almost always ready to jump into a fight and often has to be held back from starting something (or finishing it as she says). Quickriver will almost always give a smart-alec remark if she feels someone is making fun of her.
~Hardworking~
Quickriver is hardworking for many reasons; her father pushes her, she wants to show everyone she belongs, and she wants to prove to herself she can belong. Those are the main reasons but even without those she wouldn't be a slacker. It's just not in her nature. She hates when others slack off because it makes her think that she has to prove her worth all the time whereas pretty much everyone else has a free ride. Quickriver will jump at the chance to show her worth, even if it is doing things apprentices are supposed to do. If she doesn't see anyone doing it and it needs to be done, she's there to do it.
~Loyal~
Quickriver is loyal to her father because she believes he saved her, she is loyal to Russetstep for taking her in when she could have turned her away, and she is loyal to Birchfeather for always being there for her. She would do anything for these three, at least at the moment. If she ever found out that her father lied to everyone, she may no longer trust him, and her trust is hard to come by. She doesn't have many friends because she thinks everyone else is always judging her and laughing at her behind her back. She keeps everyone at a distance, even though a few others have tried to become friends with her. Quickriver is also loyal to Riverclan and the leaders. She's thankful they allowed her to stay in the clan when they could have forced her and her father out. Even though she feels she has to prove herself constantly, she is still loyal to her clan.
~Unforgiving~
So far the only cats who she has been forgiving to is her father, Russetstep, and Birchfeather. No one else really has her trust for her to be forgiving to but she can be quite unforgiving of others. She has never forgotten the cats who mistook her as a kit, or played a prank on her, or made a joke out of her size. She just doesn't forgive or forget. She also is very unforgiving of her adoptive sister, Rowanfang, for when the she-cat first yelled at her that she wasn't really her sister or Russetstep's real kit. That was the day that her father told her the story of what happened. Quickriver has always had a sort of rivalry with her adoptive sister. They were always trying to better one another and Rowanfang had often been cruel to her when no one else was around. Quickriver always watches her back when she is alone because since she has never forgiven or forgotten what Russetstep has done, she doesn't trust the other she-cat.
~Other~
Underneath all that, Quickriver is really just a cat that wants to fit in, be where she belongs, and be loved. Deep, deep, deep, down, she really is just a kind hearted, generous cat who hasn't let herself have a chance to show that other side of her. Her father was the first factor in shoving that side of her down. He was trying to get his "only kit" to be the best, to work hard, and show everyone she belongs. (I'm hoping this side of her may come out. It sort of does with Birchfeather.)
history:
A half clan cat. The product of a Windclan she-cat and Riverclan tom. That's what Quickriver is, though she's never known, even after she was made into a warrior. Quickriver started out as Briarkit with her three brothers Yarrowkit, Jaykit, and Pheasantkit. Yarrowkit was a yellow tabby, Jaykit a grey tabby, and Pheasantkit was a brown tabby. Their mother was Violetpelt, a grey Windclan she-cat. She met a handsome brown tabby Riverclan tom named Kinkfoot, at a gathering. By chance, they happened to meet a few more times after that at their borders. After another meet at a gathering, the two started to see one another at night, even sleeping the whole night together a couple times. Kinkfoot often asked her to change clans and she would refuse, shooting back a question on why she was the one who had to do it. Even with these arguments, the two always made up before they left one another.
Violetpelt found out she was pregnant and freaked out. She didn't know what to do. She knew that Kinkfoot would try to do everything he could to get her to join Riverclan so their kits could grow up there. She didn't want that to happen so she stopped meeting with him. She stopped seeing him altogether. At first Kinkfoot was hurt and confused, then he grew angry, thinking she had just been using him. At the next gathering, the Riverclan leader announced that one of their she-cats was having kittens. Kinkfoot was shocked to find out that it was Violetpelt. He grew angry, wondering why she didn't tell him. He needed to know if they were his kits. He stewed and waited, watching the border between the two territories, listening to the patrols as they went past. At least, he heard a couple of young warriors chatting during a patrol, talking about how Violetpelt had just had her kits the day before. They still didn't know who the father was, Violetpelt wasn't telling anyone, not even the medicine cat. Kinkfoot heard that and decided that they must have been his kits! If they were his then he had just as much right to raise them as she did. Kinkfoot thought up a plan. The gathering was just in a few days. He would wait until then and then take his kits to their rightful home.
So, the tabby tom waited. He had a story in place for if his leader and deputy asked him to go to the gathering, but they didn't. He thanked Starclan for that, taking that as their sign that he should do this. Kinkfoot waited until everyone was gone and then slipped out of camp. He went over to Windclan territory, knowing no one would expect something to happen on this night. He rolled in foxdung, not wanting anyone to recognize his scent, and started out for the Windclan camp. He passed a fresh scent trail of many cats and was thankful that the group had already left. Kinkfoot finally came across the camp and followed the scent of Violetpelt. When he found the nursery he glanced in at his former mate and saw four little bundles of fur, all asleep. All of them were small, so he knew he could carry two of them. He found the largest, strongest looking tom, a brown tabby like him, and then was about to grab the second biggest tom when he heard something. Kinkfoot had to be quick about this. He grabbed a random kit and took off. He was a ways away from the camp when a wailing started. Violetpelt. She must have woken to the scent of fox that was on his fur, and noticed her kits gone. He heard the calls of other cats and was glad he had a head start.
Kinkfoot made it back to the river and crossed it. It was getting harder to see so he glanced up and noticed clouds were staring to cross over the moon. Because of him looking up, he lost his hold on one of the kits and it slipped into the river. Kinkfoot started to panic. He was already at the other bank and set the second kitten down before trying to find the other one. He couldn't until the moon just barely came out from behind the cloud and shown down on a small patch of fur caught on a branch in the river. Kinkfoot swam over and picked up the kit, thankful he had found it. He climbed back onto shore and started to lick the tom, hoping to warm it up from the cold water it had just been in. The moon went back behind the cloud and Kinkfoot picked the two kits up again. He started at a fast pace to get back to camp. He was near Fourtrees and he paused when he heard a sound coming from that direction. It sounded like cats fighting.
If the clans were fighting, then that was why the moon had gone behind the clouds, right? And if that were true, then he had to get back to camp before the rest of his clan came back. Kinkfoot hurried his pace, but made sure to keep a tight grip on the two kits, not wanting to drop one again. He finally made it back, exhausted and slipped back into camp. He went to the nursery where a she-cat with new kits was. Hers were only a few days younger than Violetpelt's. Her name was Russetstep and she looked up when the tom came in, smelling slightly of fox. She was shocked as she looked at the tired tom who was carrying two small kits. She told him to give them to her, she had enough milk for two more since she only had two kits, and then when he did, she asked what happened. Kinkfoot looked away as if he was ashamed. "I had a mate out side of the clans. A loner. I was going to go meet her tonight since I hadn't been for a quarter moon, and a found her fighting off a fox that was trying to take our kits. I got rid of it but it was too late. She was dying and our other kit was already dead. After she died, I took these two and came back, hoping you could take care of them. I was trying to cross the river with them both and the one fell in the water. I got him out as quickly as I could, but I'm so worried." Russetstep ate the story right up and felt sorry for him. She told him to go get the medicine cat to make sure the kits were both okay.
So, Kinkfoot did as he was told, just as the rest of the clan got back. He brought the medicine cat over to the nursery. The tom that had fallen in the water was pronounced dead and Kinkfoot wailed out his pain at loosing one of his kits. This brought attention over to the nursery. He was aloud to go in to see his other kit and he looked in on the kit. It was a brown tabby, matching Kinkfoot and the tom that had died, but he was surprised to see that he had grabbed the smallest kit there, and a she-kit no less. He was shocked, sure that she would die just like her brother, but both Russetstep and the medicine cat told him she was a strong one. A fighter. They asked him what her name was and he stared at the tiny she-kit. She was even smaller than Russetstep's kits, who were younger than her. "Quickkit" He said and then left the nursery.
Kinkfoot had to tell the leader and deputy, and a few other cats that were listening in, the "story" of what had happened. He begged them to let his kit stay, even if she may die with being how small she was. They agreed but didn't think they should tell any of the other clans. They didn't want to seem weak to the other clans by letting a half clan cat into their clan.
For the rest of Quickkit's kithood, Kinkfoot was always there for her, trying to help her practice how to hunt and fight because he was scared with how small she was, she was less than half the size of the her adopted siblings all through kithood, he thought she would have a late apprentice ceremony. She did, for a moon, but when she didn't grow much in that time, she finally got one. She received a mentor named Silverbrook, a silver tabby she-cat who was calm and patient with the young she-cat.
Quickkit, now Quickpaw, was a pawful, to say the least. She had a short temper and was always trying to do everything right on the first try, which hardly ever happened, and it made her frustrated. She only knew of her past as the story her father had told everyone, and she wanted to make him proud. She wanted to show everyone that she was just as good as them even if she was only half Riverclan. Quickpaw always works her hardest, even trying to work harder than that. She would get her adopted brother and sister to help her out. Her brother, Birchpaw, was more than willing. He was always looking out for her and their clanmates often forgot they weren't related because they looked so much alike and were almost always together. He was a brown tabby as well, though he was more of a darker brown than her. Her sister, Rowanpaw, a black and ginger tortoiseshell, wasn't so nice. She despised and hated being around her. She hated that the clan had let in a half clan cat and won't do anything to help her adopted sibling.
Birchpaw and Quickpaw often snuck out of camp so Quickpaw could practice more. They found her strengths, like running, and her weaknesses, like hunting, and then focused more on strengthening those weaknesses, though they did work on her strengths as well. They found that when she really put her mind to it she was great at fighting and running. Quickpaw didn't have as much muscle so they worked on building that up with swimming. Over time, she grew to really love swimming and whenever she needed to think, she would either swim or run. On her own, she practiced fighting moved in shallow water where the current wasn't too fast. This helped her become stronger and it helped her to push her self to move quicker.
Surprisingly, Quickpaw was made into a warrior alongside Birchpaw and Rowanpaw, rather than a moon or more behind like many had thought would happen. Quickpaw had shown Silverbrook how quickly she could swim and how she could fight in water. This gained her the warrior name Quickriver. Birchpaw became Birchfeather from how soft (personality wise) and light he is with others. Rowanpaw became Rowanfang from how sharp and unforgive she is as well as how easily fighting comes to her.
Quite often Quickriver gets mistaken for a newly made apprentice or even a kit because of how small she is. She's always been at least half the size of everyone else. Her size is just another thing that makes her want to prove she is just as good as any pure blooded Riverclan cat.
She still believes in the story Kinkfoot told everyone on where she came from. Soon she will find out the truth and want to find her Windclan family....
Edda Rose
Kuwaki
