-'Clover'- [ShadowClan]

[♣[Clover]♣]

Name: Cloverstar [stripe]
Age: 40 moons
Gender: Female
Desired Home: Select
Desired Position: Leader
Appearance:

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::Pelt::
Cloverstar's pelt is slightly unusual. For the most part, her color is white, however light read stripes appear only on her back, tail and on the top of her head.

::Build::
Her tail is longer than normal and she seems to petite to be in a tough Clan like ShadowClan. She is slender and appears to be fragile, but she's not. Her muscles are actually very well developed and she can normally hold her own against larger cats, but often has to resort to her speed and small size to escape being crushed. Her claws are a normal size, but they are still very sharp. The tips of both of her canine teeth stick out from under her lip, but they are hard to see against her white muzzle.

::Eyes::
As far as her eyes go, they are a dark and dusky green. They are slightly larger than normal giving her a permanent 'young' look.

Personality:

Cloverstar doesn't like the whole stereotypical 'serious leader' thing. She is a happy go lucky and fun loving little cat and she's only serious when her duties call for it. She loves kits and makes up for not being able to have her own by playing with the kits of other queens in the Clan.

With her small size, there is the firey attitude that always seems to come with it, but she rarely lets it show. With her small size, light pelt and general personality she is almost the complete opposite of what queens in other Clans tell their kits a ShadowClan warrior looks like. But she enjoys sticking out from her Clan and she has ever since she was little. Now she feels it might help other cats identify her as leader, but perhaps she is wrong. When there is no one to talk to or no friends around, Cloverstar is quiet and thoughtful.

History:

::Kithood::
Cloverkit was born as an only kit to a pure white queen named Frostclaw and an orange tabby tom called Firehawk. Because she was the only kit, Frostclaw only had one kit to give all her attention and affection. This spoiled Cloverkit until she was nothing more than a haughty better-than-you she-cat. She went parading around the nursery, bragging about her beautiful pelt. It was white like her mother's when she was born, but she still went on and on about how pretty she was.

::Apprenticeship::
It wasn't until Cloverkit became Cloverpaw that her pale red stripes began to show. This only gave her more reason to be vain. She annoyed all of her denmates with her constant bragging and grooming of her precious pelt. She felt she was above the rest of the Clan because of her beauty and, as a result, she didn't take her training seriously. She slacked off and was often caught skipping training sessions entirely. After a particularly brutal teasing from one of the tom cats in the apprentice den, Cloverpaw ran away. She became a kittypet for a moon and while she was there, all she did was sulk and think about how nobody in her former Clan seemed to like her. She was there until two apprentices who actually liked her for some reason came and convinced her to return to ShadowClan. Though her training was delayed, Cloverpaw threw herself into her warrior training, the complete opposite of how she'd treated it before.

::Warrior::
Because of her absence, she was made a warrior after the rest of her denmates, finally she was given the name Cloverstripe. This only hurt her for a couple days and soon she was surpassing all of the apprentice that had once mocked her for being the 'lazy apprentice' in patrolling and hunting and most things. She only worked herself hard enough to make her ill twice and she began to slow down. She was the first of her denmates to receive an apprentice, but she didn't rub it in their faced because she felt she was better than that. When the deputy was killed by foxes, she was chosen for the deputy position. The leader's decision shocked Cloverstripe for a couple days and she settled into the routine. Another surprise jumped at her when the leader decided to retire. She received her nine lives and began her leadership apprehensively.

Sample post:

One could almost imagine little thunderclouds looming over the apprentice's head as she stormed away from camp. She'd had about enough of everyone teasing her. Why don't you live with the kittypets, Cloverpaw? I'm sure you'd be happier there! She'd show them! They only made fun of her because they were jealous of her fur...Of her perfect fur.

Well! If they 'hated' her so much, then she'd just leave, then wouldn't they feel sorry! She snorted and whirled around, storming farther and farther away from the place she'd called home for her entire life. Her dusky green eyes were narrowed hatefully and she looked like she was about to break down into angry tears, if cats could cry. Summerpaw wouldn't miss her, no doubt! She got just as bad as Crowpaw and his vile little minion, Swiftpaw. Oh! the thought of all her denmates riled her up even more. She was positively seething as she moved across the land. She looked at the moon that resembled a sliver of a claw in the sky and was thankful for the cover of darkness.

The only cats that she might actually miss were Fiercepaw and Almondpaw. They were the only ones that were always nice to her! At least, not mean all the time. Dustclaw she thought the name angrily as if he'd been her enemy for all her life. He didn't care, why should he? He has Flowerheart, she thought bitterly. All this frustration and anger and hate kept building up inside of her until she couldn't take it anymore. With her muzzle tipped up towards StarClan, she let out a blood curdling mixture of a screech and an enraged yowl before picking up her paws and racing towards the twoleg place as if going any faster might help get rid of her pent up frustration.

Now she was putting her past behind her, willing to forget everything she knew now and had ever known about Clan life. She was startling life anew, cleansed of all her problems and ready to begin her new life with twolegs.

Family:

Mother Frostclaw deceased
Father Firehawk deceased

Other:

I can't think of anything ^-^

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-pokes- Your sample post is your history x.x xD[/color]

[♣[Clover]♣]

NuuuU! I thought I had that all fixed yesterday -shot-

-goes to fix-

::EDIT::Fixed

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-hug- Accepted! ^^[/color]