Quill

Kithood

For Quillkit, there was no life before PineClan. At least, they don't recall it. But they know it existed. It's obvious looking at them versus the rest of these cats. They don't belong here- they aren't one of them. Coming to PineClan feels like a mistake, like something that went wrong. Who abandoned them? Why leave them here? Craving a simpler life than they have, Quillkit now buries their emotions in the hope that they can wait it out until given a chance to find the answers.

Time went on. Flicker was the only source of comfort in all of this. To Quillkit, they held some sort of unknown answer to getting out of here. But it wasn't so simple. Waiting and waiting... and waiting... turned into six moons old. Too old to be a kit and forced to move on. Maybe Flicker was wrong and escaping wasn't an option.

Apprenticeship

Swanwing being their mentor was a unique choice. If they were forced to stay, they wanted to be the strongest of the lot. Swanwing, of all cats, was a good option to help get them there. As time went on, the training felt fine. SHe praised them so long as they did well. Sycamorepaw provided a decent rivalry while the friendship, or rather tense companionship, with Flickerpaw fell apart. Loneliness kicked in all the same as they realized how isolated they felt. It got worse when their jumps started to fall apart. Their attacks not landing because they missed the mark.

Something was wrong. Why was the world blurry? What was happening...

Sorrow filled Quillpaw's chest. Vision loss. They felt so... lost. There was nobody to turn to. They had pushed others away for so long, now they had no idea who to turn to or where to go as their sense of safety faltered. Was it too late to change? Too late to make amends when things were at the lowest point for them?

Warriorhood

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