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General Information

Name: Cloverpaw

Past Names: Cloverkit

Age: Nine moons

Gender: Female


Clan: Mountainclan

Previous Clan(s): No previous affiliations with clans other than Mountainclan.

Rank: Apprentice


Appearance and Scent

Breed: Turkish Angora, Bengal, Maine Coon mix

Size: Cloverpaw is the size of an average female apprentice, but her long legs give the impression that she's a bit taller than she actually is.

Body Type: Very sleek and lithe. She's got a lean body type as opposed to a more bulky build. Her paws are quite small, making it easy for her to pick out cracks and ledges. Her legs are quite long and make her seem to be a bit taller than she is in reality (as stated in 'size'). She is very 'leggy' as opposed to small and compact.

Fur Length and Texture: Overall, Cloverpaw's fur is a length that most consider to be just a bit longer than medium. Her pelt isn't very dense, so even though her fur is of respectable length, it doesn't provide quite as much insulation in cold weather as it would seem to the outside eye. That being said, Cloverpaw is loathe to get her fur too wet, as her long fur becomes very heavy and uncomfortable once exposed to a large amount of water, making it difficult and annoying to move at times as it weighs her down. Her long fur is not suited for swimming because of this. Her tail is where her fur is the longest, and this provides her with a good sense of balance (though it can hinder her hunting skills-- particularly in autumn). Cloverpaw's pelt is very soft and silky, a result of her tendency to want it to be clean and tidy all of the time. Because her fur is fairly long, though, she can get matting and knots if she isn't too careful (another reason why she grooms herself so much. Tangles are very uncomfortable!)

Scars and Disabilities: Small nicks that are covered by her fur; they are not noticeable.

Eyes: The majority of cats, when thinking of blue eyes, picture crystalline blue orbs, or a sky blue color. Cloverpaw's eyes are the color of a sky forecasting a storm. They are a darker blue / gray color. She hates her eyes, and says that they are drab and boring; nothing compared to the many cats with bright blue eyes or shining yellow gazes. Despite the less than shocking or eye catching color of her gaze, her eyes have a wild spark to them.

Scent: Fresh rain with hints of smells akin to cinnamon and vanilla.


Personality

[ Cheerful - Friendly - Impulsive - Bold - Holds Grudges ]


Cheerful- Cloverpaw is a fairly optimistic cat. She tends to keep a very positive outlook on life. Every day is full of opportunities, and if you're not willing to believe they're there, you won't ever come across them. Of course, like any other cat she has bad days, however she doesn't sit around moping and complaining, she'll put on a happy face (whether it's a fake smile or not) and continue her day. Her way of thinking is that if you're having a bad day, it can only get better from there, right? Cloverpaw tends to want to look happy to other cats, and this means her emotions can get bottled up, which obviously isn't a good thing.

Friendly- Cloverpaw is generally a very easy-to-approach kind of cat. She doesn't have an intimidating aura and is pretty much always willing to lend some help or to answer a question or two. She has always been an extrovert, and prefers the company of a large group of cats to her own company. Cloverpaw tends to be quite the social butterfly, and this definitely helps her friendly image.

Impulsive- Though she certainly does not lack intelligence, Cloverpaw is ruled by her heart. She doesn't think things though before she does them (this does avoid overthinking and stressing out). She is spontaneous and has been known to burst into a conversation to add in her thoughts (this doesn't always go down smoothly with the interrupted cats).

Bold- Cloverpaw is not timid or afraid to speak her mind. If she has an opinion, she will make it known. This boldness mixed with her spontaneous tendencies can (and has) create some risky or potentially dangerous situations. It can get her into trouble with authority that she's disrespected (and, once again, it has). This trait is not only negative, though. If she see's a cat being verbally or physically abused by another feline, she will intervene swiftly. She's gotten into a few scuffles because of this (verbal and otherwise), but she certainly has no regrets pertaining to those occasions, with the exception of not cuffing the other cat with more force.

Holds Grudges- Cloverpaw is not all sunshine and rainbows. If you get on her bad side she can become easily annoyed by you, and will often have a bit of snark prepared the moment you open your mouth with the intention of speaking to her. Once she begins to treat someone like this, it's not easy to gain her forgiveness. That is not to say it's impossible, but it is difficult. She can hold some long grudges, and she's very stubborn about giving in and saying sorry first. She will wait for the other cat to approach her and apologize, and will go though long lengths of time refusing to back down.


Sexual  Information

Orientation: Heterosexual (Straight)

Preferences:

-Bright eyes (she doesn't really care about the color)

-Neutral colors (not anything like a very bright, eye popping ginger or a very pale colored pelt with heavy black stripes)

-She's not specific as far as personalities go, but she wouldn't like openly cruel or very aggressive cats. Also very timid or shy cats who's personality would be stifled by her personality aren't something she would be attracted to.

Experience: None (Virgin)

Relationship Status: Open


Family

Sire: Tallrush (X)

Dame: Dawnfrost (?)

Littermates: Thrushkit (X)

Siblings: None


Paternal Sire: Darkwhisker (X)

Paternal Dame: Dovespots (X)

Paternal Uncles: Snowstep (NPC)

Paternal Aunts: Fawnleap (NPC), Raincall (NPC)

Paternal Cousins: Undecided


Maternal Sire: Redsky (X)

Maternal Dame: Rosewhisker (X)

Maternal Uncles: Stonekit (x)

Maternal Aunts: None

Maternal Cousins: None


History:

* This is currently a quick overview and will be written in detail when I have the time to *


Kithood

- First of all, it's important to know that Dawnfrost was never quite right in the head. It was never a cause for concern, she was just prone to outbursts and sudden mood changes. No one thought much about it, most cat's believed it was because she suffered the loss of her brother as a kit, and didn't look into it.

-Tallrush really did love his mate, and felt extremely protective of her. The two were ecstatic to have their first litter of kits.

-Dawnfrost's condition began to worsen after she had her kits. Her immune system took a hit during the birth, and she had contracted an illness that also began to worsen.

-Her outbursts became more frequent, and her demeanor became harsher and angrier. The other queens would often watch her closely around her kits, refusing to leave her alone with them.

-Dawnfrost was resentful and bitter towards her kits, she blamed them for the illness she'd gotten while giving birth to them.

-Tallrush noticed her behavior, and the two began fighting on a regular basis.

-One day,  Thrushkit and Cloverkit were playing, and Cloverkit ended up bending the rules a bit. Trushkit and her began to squabble, and Trushkit went to his mother, complaining loudly.

-Dawnfrost snapped. She began to spit and scream at her son, throwing him with a powerful swipe of her paws in her anger.

-Tallrush ran into the den at the sound of the commotion, and upon seeing Thrushkit laying dead, and his insane mate advancing upon his other kit, he threw himself at his mate.

-To avoid going into this in too much detail at the moment, Dawnfrost killed her mate and ran off.

-Heavy rain prevented the clan from tracking her, and she's currently presumed dead because of her illness.

Apprenticeship:

-For the two moons before her apprenticeship, Cloverkit was placed into the care of a foster mother. She wasn't very informed on the whole incident, but knew most of the basics.

-Because she saw such horrible things, once she was an apprentice, she basically blocked out her memories and that has helped her move on without dwelling on the past.


Trivia

Favorites:


Prey: Hawk

Color: Blue

Season: Autumn

Activity: Going on a run / exploring

Time: Sundown (closely followed by midnight when there's a clear sky)


Fears:

- Turning out like her mother

- Her mother returning

- Illness

- Drowning

- Being cast out of her clan

- Being hated


Likes and Dislikes:

TBA


Roleplay

Availability:

Notes::star::bulletgreen: - I prefer notes for roleplaying~! I will pretty much always rp using notes.

Comments::bulletred: - I honestly don't like roleplaying through comments. It's unorganized to me.

Chat: :bulletyellow: - I don't use chats very often, but if you catch me in one I wouldn't be that opposed to using it for a rp.

Forum: :bulletgreen: - I'm perfectly fine roleplaying through forums if the group has one! c:

Skype: :bulletgreen: - Just ask and I'll note you my Skype.


Sample: (from TBT using Ivykit)

Ivykit leaned forward quietly towards a large, mossy nest, keeping careful check of her balance so as not to fall and alert the unfortunate apprentice of her antics. A good sized thorn was clutched between her teeth gingerly, one that she'd snatched as a grumpy warrior ripped a multitude of them off, grumbling to the medicine cat about getting stuck in a thorn bush. She let her jaw open a sliver, allowing the thorn to drop down into the nest that contained a fitfully sleeping apprentice. It had landed on it's side, blast it! Ivykit hated to have to adjust it, the action would surely get her caught. A jolt of pain on her tail caused her to leap up into the air, scared out of her wits as the large apprentice opened one gleaming red eye..

Ivykit jolted awake, her breath coming out in short, quick puffs. It was just a stupid nightmare she thought crossly, refusing to wake her mother up for consolation. A tiny whisper made it's way to her ears as she attempted to fall back into a hopefully peaceful lull of sleep. "Ivykit? Are you awake?" That would almost certainly be Nettlekit or Tangledkit, and her guess was on Nettlekit as when she opened up her two green eyes blearily, she could see Tangledkit snuggled up against Flarestalker. The small she-kit slowly raised her head up and swiveled it around in an attempt to find her brother. There! He was standing a few whiskers away, as still as a stone as he watched her with a wide eyed look. Ivykit's mouth widened into a smile as she realized her brother must be attempting to cause some kind of trouble. She felt her paws tingle at the prospect of causing mischief. She carefully untangled herself from her siblings, not wanting to wake them, and drew  herself slowly away from the heat of her mother. She skittered over to her brother's side, watching him for an explanation, or for him to lead the way out of the nursery.



Ivykit noticed the terrified look her brother gave her as she appeared at his side, and felt a wave of stubbornness flare up in her chest, her round eyes narrowed and she opened her mouth, prepared to issue a threat or blackmail of some kind, Starclan knows she'd seen enough of his and Tangledkit's shenanigans left unsolved to create a particularly satisfying threat.
She felt a slight twinge of disappointment that she wouldn't have the chance to craft a threat as Nettlekit scampered off, but cast the feeling aside, making room for more excitement. She skittered off behind him, casting a nervous glance back at the sleeping queens in the nursery, half expecting one of them to open up their eyes and scold them.
She turned around to face Nettlekit, nerves long forgotten. She ignored his praise. hmph! What did he expect? I'm not nearly as clumsy as the other kits!, she thought indignantly, fluffing out her sleep-mussed fur.
"Iv? What do you think of exploring the medicine cat den? I'm sure there are many delicious treats in there..." Ivykit's whole body tingled with anticipation, there were so many things in there! And the fact that she'd been told so many times not to venture in there and mess around with the supplies made the idea even more appealing to the disobedient kit.
"Of course! C'mon, Nettlekit!" She whispered, bounding over towards the opening to the den eagerly, not waiting for a reply.



Ivykit looked up from her inspection of a cluster of old berries to hush her brother as he let loose a cry of joy, she didn't want anyone waking up and getting after them, after all. All thoughts of telling him to quiet down a bit vanished as her green gaze locked on to the store of honey her brother was lapping at. Her ears perked up and she straightened out a bit as she recalled the taste of honey. She hadn't had a sore throat like her brother, but she'd gotten a sample of the sweet stuff as a treat for being well behaved once.

Ignoring her own ideals about keeping quiet, Ivykit scrambled over to her brother before he got all of the honey. In her sloppy wake she knocked over several piles of herbs, scattering them about. She shouldered her brother a little to the side so there was room for her, and began eagerly lapping at the honey.

She paused for a moment, looking up at her brother with a gleam of excitement shining in her eyes. "I bet Tangledkit's going to be absolutley sour when he finds out about this!" She crowed, being mindful of her volume.

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CopperisDog's avatar
This sounds so weird, but I would LOVE to smell her lol