.Sharpquill.
A dark grey tom with darker long tabby stripes along his slender pelt. He has a thin streak of white starting above his nose, leading all the way down to his underbelly. The white stops at where his long, thin tail drags behind his body, which is tipped with white along with his four white tipped paws. Sharpquill's eyes is lightly clouded with white, a deep frosty grayish-blue tinged along with the cloudy white eyes. The tom's nose is dark russet brown, connected along with his long, gray whiskers. The handsome tom is well built other then being smaller then most warriors in the other clans, but he uses that to his advantage, making him a wonderful warrior.
Sharpquill is a loyal, helpful tomcat in his clan. He uses his quick, sneaky skills to hunt the best land prey in leaf bare, as well using them to outwit the strongest warriors with the help of being underestimated by his foe. With his clanmates, Sharpquill gives respect and tries not to lose his short temper. But, with enemies from other clans, he is the opposite with his clanmates, being utterly rude in front of them, teasing and taunting them at every turn. If he's alone with a she cat, he'll flirt and persuading them to have kits with him, or just force them for his pleasure and then send them away crying and snapping at him in anger. Sharpquill will also use his persuasive skill for other needs, if necessary. He enjoys going on many patrols, even when he's tired and wiped out since he knows his clan needs a lot of food and protection.
---Likes : Swimming, she-cats, hunting fish, light rain.
--- Dislikes : Leaf bare, storms of any kind, and in a way, kittens.
---Strengths : Persuasive, swift, sneaky and a great hunter and fighter.
---Weaknesses : Can't see easy in fog, is smaller then most warriors, and is quick tempered.
Sharpkit was born to the loveliest couple in Riverclan, always cooing and flirting-- at least, that's what he was told. After he was born in leaf bare, he and his littermates quickly caught whitecough from another nursing queen, who had been hiding her sickness so she wouldn't worry her own kits. His parents had started to argue over who would die and who would not or if they would all survive. Sharpkit hated hearing his parent fight, so one day when they where using claws and teeth, he ran off, shivering from his ears-to-toes. After awhile, of course, they noticed, and search parties everywhere was made, and the leader scowled at his parents for arguing about silly things.
Once Sharpkit was found, the others had noticed his cough was slowly dying, and moved him to the elders den so he wouldn't catch it again. After a moon or so of wandering around camp, he discovered his litter mates had died.
Before his apprenticeship, everything remained the same. His parents were acting like he didn't exist, and they never knew each other, avoiding him on patrols and not even having emotion in their voices as they called out his new name once he was apprenticed. What was worse, his leader had made his father his mentor, in attempts to join them back together. But, of course, Sharppaw soon learned by his anger father that he wanted nothing to do with him. After long, depressing days of training, he finally decided he would stand up for himself, and told his parents off with only one word. Why?
Once that scene was over and he was named a warrior, Sharpquill ignored his parents completely, avoiding them and doing what they did to him, and slowly started to enjoy himself in Riverclan again once they had passed away.
