Post by Blaze0843 on Jan 2, 2012 18:00:37 GMT -5
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| Cloverpaw |[ Who wants to know? ]
| Cat's Name | Cloverpaw
| Nicknames | Clover or Clovy
| Age | 7 Moons
| Rank | Apprentice
| Gender | Feminine
| Positive Traits |
[/li][li][/color] Very open [as in her feelings]
[/li][li][/color] Ambitious
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| Negative Traits |
[/li][li][/color] Easily angered [when she is underestimated]
[/li][li][/color] Insecure about herself
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| Likes |
[/li][li][/color] Beating other cats at their own game
[/li][li][/color] Lazing about
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| Dislikes |
[/li][li][/color] Hard work
[/li][li][/color] Swimming [Hydrophobic]
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| Personality | Cloverpaw just wouldn't be Cloverpaw without her sassy nature. She always has a witty retort to throw against anyone who dare scoffs at her. While this may make her seem mean-spirited, she opens up to a select few, and will share her darkest secrets with them. Her biggest pet peeve is when cats underestimate her due to her small size. In fact, it boils her blood. She's just about ready to claw the cat's face off who shrugs her off as a worthless cat who will just waste their time. However, when cats place their trust in her, she can become a little hesitant and insecure about herself, wondering if they are right. A bit hypercritical, yes, but that is just the way Cloverpaw is.
| Appearance | Being petite and lithe allows you to swiftly dodge enemy attacks, so Cloverpaw is not one to irrationally charge at an opponent. Her long, lean legs allow her to fit through the smallest spaces, to outrun any opponent. While she doesn't think herself to be one, Clover can be described as a truly gorgeous cat. The pools are a clover green, hence her name. A simple glance will have you buried in amazement, and she'll have you wrapped around her paw. Light brown fur helps to blend in with the earth soil, making it easier to hunt and stalk prey. However, her belly is a pure snow-white, along with her two front paws.
| Beliefs | Cloverpaw believes that Starclan exists, but wonders the extent of their power. Can they really tell the future and other stuff? Or are they just dead cats who act all high and mighty?
| History | It was dark and stormy. A rather young cat lay in the darkness of a sheltered cave, with three small bundles of fur lying by her belly, sucking milk gently. A rather broad-shouldered, muscular cat entered, dragging a fawn inside with him. The deer would provide food for many weeks. His gaze lowered from the nursing mother to the three kits lying near her, and a warm smile crossed his lips. Nudging a light brown she-cat, he called out her name.
"Cloverpaw..." he whispered.
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Her rogue father had ventured off to gather more food, at least, that was what her mother told her. But he had been gone for so long, when would he return? Viper, her oldest brother, always tried to scare her into thinking that daddy was gone, but she wasn't going to believe anything that old mousebrain spat out. No, their dad was strong, and he would come home. But as each day passed, their hopes became slimmer and slimmer, until there was no hope left.
Their mother grieved for his loss, and ventured out to find him, telling her 5 Moon old kits to stay put, and not do anything idiotic. Then, she left.
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Clover was scoffed at when she was told her brothers she was going to find Mom and Dad. Viper told her that it was a suicide-mission. Blue said that they were already gone. Maybe both were right, but she wouldn't know until she tried...
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Clover burst into tears as she saw the dead bodies of her mother and father. The raccoons were nearby, still. It was only a matter of time before they would find Clover. Feeling alone and abandoned, she was forced to leave their home in search of a new family. She wasn't sure what she would find out in the wilderness, but she had to try. It was all the hope she had left.
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While scavenging for food by digging through twigs, Clover found herself being attacked by a strange cat. She tried fighting back, but he was just too strong. He was much older, and easily pinned her to the dirt floor. Even so, she still struggled against his grasp and wailed as he opened his jaws to reveal curved fangs. It seemed like the end when he hissed in her face, but a loud voice stopped him.
"No!" it cried out. Grudgingly, the cat dragged himself off of Clover, letting her gasp for breath. The cat revealed themselves to be the leader of the clan. Seeing as how small and pathetic Clover was, they agreed to allow her to come back to camp. After all, she was only a mere 5 moons, and Warrior Code required that they help any kit in need. Clover objected, saying that she was fine, but that was quickly overthrown by the mere fact that her stomach growled in hunger. Red with embarrassment, she followed the kind leader back to what was called Earthclan.
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She trained so hard. So, so hard to get her clanmates to trust her, but they still saw the weak, pathetic kit they had found starving in the woods. No, she wouldn't have this. Clover would find a way to make them believe she was worthy of being a part of Earthclan.
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