Quillkit

**Quillkit** is a black tabby cat with yellow eyes.

**Quillkit** was born to Dreamfrost and Houndsnap alongside his sibling Lightkit.

## Appearance

Quillkit is a tall, somewhat dusky black tabby tom. He's built like a lean mean fighting machine—minus the mean, and the fighting, and the machine... Well, he's tall! He tends to have a somewhat intense look about him, alert even when he's daydreaming, with wide yellow eyes and a derped tongue more often than not. His pelt is often some degree of unkempt, but it's not for lack of grooming. He just really likes bugs, and dirt, and burrowing... He has a tendency to talk too loud.

## Personality

Quillkit is a peculiar little dude, stuck somewhere between quiet and friendly. He’s of the contemplative sort. Quillkit is easily… hmm, surprised is the wrong word. Taken off guard? This is partially because he just loves to flex his “powers of prediction,” but he isn’t actually… well… good at predicting things. Poor bean. He’s an admirer of strategy and intellect, a worshipper of detection and investigation, but simultaneously is, honestly, not the… brightest firefly in the meadow, if you know what I mean. There’s bright sides, though? He’s got spirit! And the lack of brain cells makes for plenty of room for weird little bug facts! He really likes bugs. Really. A lot.

Anyway.

Quillkit snorts when he laughs and he laughs when he screams. Most of the time, these things all happen at the same time, filling in the little moments that punctuate longer periods of quiet. He’s an excitable little thing, flitting between thoughtful contentment and flushes of boundless energy. And he’s studious—so studious. A curious little investigator, he is, with an endless capacity for sleuthing and discovery. Nature will never not be epic (especially bugs. He likes those a lot. Did we mention that before?)

When it comes to his duties, that drive is just as present, if a little… darker, more focused, more serious compared to his usual lighthearted demeanor. Quillkit has a very quiet, very internal motor that propels him towards success. He wants to be good. He wants others to be proud of him, especially when he’s so easily otherwise the tail of jokes and giggles. Paired with that drive is a deep, vast sea of empathy contained inside this tiny kit. It’s so big that it not only conflicts with the warrior code at times, but can even stall him in tasks as simple as picking herbs or hunting prey. It’s hard to take a life.

He worries, sometimes, that age will define new roles for him, and he may be forced to use his claws for more than clinging to fallen logs. If that day does come, it’ll mean defining the line between one life and another—in finally choosing to value one being as intrinsically better than another, beyond the simple scope of food chains. It feels like a treason that surpasses something as flimsy as a code. He hopes that day won’t ever come. He prays.

## Family

**Parents:**
Dreamfrost (living, confirmed)
Houndsnap (living, confirmed)

**Sibling:**
Lightkit (living, confirmed)

**Half-Siblings:**
Icestorm (living, confirmed)
Lynxgale (living, confirmed)

**Aunt/Uncle:**
Rabbitbrush (living, confirmed)