Quailheart is gray with a white stripe down her belly. She has black stripes on her gray back and forehead, and white limbs. Her tail is white also. Her nose is pink on a white muzzle. The whiskers that poke out all around her muzzle are white. Attractive green eyes are the pieces of resistance to the gray and white feline. They are large and piercing, and she never breaks her stare on an enemy. Quailheart's ears poke straight up, with tufts of white fur at their bases. She is a very pretty ShadowClan cat and adored by many other cats.

Quailheart is a very mysterious cat. She slinks around at night and is often found sleeping outside of her den. She is somewhat nice, and is pretty rude. She likes to make battles with other Clans, for she wants to win their territory if ShadowClan wins. She is sweet to her Clan, but rude to others. She never backs down from a fight, and loves to win. The other cats adore her courage and fighting skills. She is the ideal deputy for a battling Clan.

Kithood:
Quailheart was the only one of her litter. She was always very curious, and loved being out in the dark. She was never quiet, and talked all the time.

Apprenticeship:
As Quailpaw, she learned to be quiet so she could catch prey. Other apprentices adored her, and she made many friends. Her love of the darkness never changed.

Warriorhood:
When Quailpaw became Quailheart, maturity spouted out of her like a fountain. She became poised and helpful around the camp. Darkstar loved her assistance with the absence of a deputy. Her ultimate goal was to become ShadowClan deputy, and she achieved it.

Quailheart was in the warrior's den of ShadowClan, lying in her nest of soft moss and leaves. A spider spun its web nearby. A steady drop of water fell onto Quailheart's tail. She liked herself once, then twice. A few cats were asleep around her, and she didn't want to wake them up. The twilight outside was stunning. The moons was almost full. Almost time for a gathering she thought. All was quiet in the camp, and she knew that nobody was awake. Yet, Quailheart felt a presence and could smell cat around in the clearing. Something was wrong.

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