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Post by Libby on Mar 30, 2011 2:02:34 GMT -5
  Image credit - clickyName: Cloverkit Clover Age: Two years Gender: She-cat Breed: Ragdoll/Turkish Van mix Clan: FrostClan None Rank: Apprentice Loner  Eye color: Emerald green Pelt color: Orange with white Markings: Orange ears, face and tail. Scars behind her left ear, on her side and down her right front leg. Height: Ten inches Weight: Eight pounds ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Likes: Warm & lazy days, soft kitty-pet food, roaming around, picking fights, Her family and Frisk Dislikes: Smartalecs, fish, boredom, Shadetalon, Clan life
Full Personality:Everyone knows of Clover's snarky side. Even as a very young kit Clover was easily irritated and often snapped at others for little things. It's not that she doesn't see things in a positive light, Clover just finds a lot of things annoying. She isn't one to just let it slide by, she will let others know when she's mad. Though, she doesn't always handle it properly; often she will hiss and start a fight. She loves starting fights but she loves finishing them even more.
Clover is pretty clever and some-what creative. Living in the Twolegplace you sometimes have to be creative in what you do and you definitely have to be clever to live in it. She has figured out different ways to steal things and manipulate others into doing her dirty work for her. But she isn't cold hearted and would never make someone doing something if it meant they might get killed or severally injured. It's somewhat hypocritical But that's Clover.
She's extremely rebellious in every way possible. Even with her kitty-pet mentor, Frisk, she was rebellious. He would often tell her not to do something and she would go ahead and do it anyways... After he was no looking. She doesn't follow rules easier and had obtained a couple nice scars because of it. Some say she is pretty courageous for doing some of the stunts she does pull off while others just think she is simply foolish.
Although Clover can be rude and disrespectful some say she is a natural born leader. She has a way about her that somehow makes some others want to follow her. She is filled with great ideas but also some bad ideas too. Sometimes others listen to her and sometimes they don't but when she is older she could have possibly lead FrostClan to greatness.
History:Clover was born in the dead of leaf-bare. Her mother, Channy came to the Clan after being found on FrostClan territory. Channy was a kitty-pet turned loner when she met her mate, Grizzly. They fell in love over a long time of being friends and Channy could not not leave her home for the big burly tom. He was a husky tom with emerald green eyes and a gentle side that only Channy got to see. Channy was heavy with kits and the Clan decided to keep the pregnant Queen and accept them as warriors. Channy wanted to keep her name but Grizzly changed his name to Hawkclaw. He didn't like his new name very much but tried his best to adjust to it, only because Channy wanted him to. She seemed quite content living within the Clans and felt save as soon as she entered their camp. So they went about their lives, Channy being in the nursery and Hawkclaw working as a warrior. He was a strong warrior but still had much to learn about the ways of a warrior. When it was time for Channy to have her kits, almost everyone was excited. Hawkclaw was nervous and paced outside the nursery till he was allowed in. They had three healthy kits, two toms and a she-cat. The toms looked a lot like Hawkclaw while their little she-cat looked like Channy. Channy lacked the skill of naming her kits properly and ended up giving them names that didn't quite suit them. Cloverkit was the she-cat, Wrenkit was the smaller tom and Shadekit was the larger tom. Wrenkit was the only one with a name that suited his coloring.
As the kits grew there was a very big difference between the three. Wrenkit was feisty and clown-like, Shadetalon was mellow and logical but Cloverkit was all over the place. It was like the little she-kit wasn't sure how she wanted to be. One day she would be happy and friendly and the next she would jump out at someone. She slowly grew out of it and there was no real explanation as to why she acted like that. But she didn't take on the personality everyone hoped for. Wrenkit used his charm and clown-like ways to get attention while Shadetalon used his intelligence but Cloverkit had no real talent and thus she acted out even more. Because of her attitude the leader held Cloverkit a moon back, leaving her to stay in the nursery while her brothers became apprentices.
Wrenpaw loved his sister and tried his best to get through to her while Shadepaw felt as if she deserved to be held back. Cloverkit never got along with Shadepaw but she grew close to Wrenpaw. When it was finally Cloverkit's turn to become an apprentice she did something that made everyone think that she was unworthy of being an apprentice at all. Cloverkit took off into the forest in the middle of the night and attacked one of her Clanmates. She was almost seven moons old then and her excuse for attacking her Clanmate? "I didn't know he was apart of FrostClan." It was dark and the cat could have been anyone but after giving the very young and new warrior a good scar, Cloverpaw was put under another "grounding". She was placed in the elders den by then because more room was needed in the nursery for other Queens. But it was Cloverkit's next move that shocked everyone. She left the Clan. There was no notice or anything but Wrenpaw knew of his sister's plan to leave since she was six moons old. She had told him, "I am going to leave the Clan one day. Then I can be a warrior on my own!" Her brother thought she was just mad and thought she'd get over it, but apparently not.
The nights before Clover left FrostClan, she mapped out her trails and decided to try and lead them to dead ends. She didn't want them following her at all. She also planned to take a bit of traveling herbs from the medicine cat's den as she lacked the ability to hunt properly, but that idea was skipped. She instead stole some prey from the fresh-kill pile before leaving through the the escape route in the elders den. She was serious about leaving the not coming back. She didn't fit into the Clan life and the strict rules would only keep holding her back from her true potential. So on a cold leaf-fall night, Cloverkit quickly decided to change her name to simply Clover and left FrostClan. She stayed on the territory for a good few hours before the dawn patrol, creating trails for them to follow and running off toward what she thought would be the two-leg place.
Instead she ran into some unfriendly loners who did nothing but steal her prey and chase her off. But it didn't take her long to find someone willing to actually help her. Frisk was his name and he was an average sized orange tom with a badly torn ear and a tattered collar. He taught her how to hunt and defend herself but being a kitty-pet, he was only around when his house-folk let him out. But Clover learned quickly and Frisk gave her the O.K. to finally live on her own. She does not visit FrostClan at all and much prefers the Twolegplace than anything else. But once in awhile she can been seen stealing prey from the Clan cats. She misses her brother Wrenfoot, her mother Channy, and her father Hawkclaw. But never will she miss her brother Shadetalon or the Clan life.
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Post by Stella on Mar 30, 2011 14:12:42 GMT -5
 Please post here to get a mentor or apprentice |
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