Post by banana on Apr 7, 2016 20:57:36 GMT -6
clovertail
female
90 moons
senior warrior
windclan
bisexual
lawful good
stR 010
sPD 050
AGY 060
RFX 030
END 010
VIT 040
RES 020
WIP 015
INT 015
WIS 025
PER 015
total stats
290
total pen
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ONTHE OUTSIDE
CLOVER |► BRIEF,
her snow white pelt like the clover flower
A white molly with forest green eyes
► APPEARANCE,
Height isn't considered a typical WindClan trait which makes Clovertail an obvious oddball. She's all about length and angles. Her legs are long and thin, her frame elegant, and her neck proud. The she-cat's banner is particularly lengthy too. She stands above most in her clan, with Applestar being the only obvious exception. Her cheeks are sharp and angular, making her face a mix of approachable and stern. If it wasn't for her large, oval eyes she could be considered intimidating even. But her eyes give away her compassion. Last but not least her whiskers are also slender and, of course, long.
Clovertail is as white as a field of snow. Her pelt is pure without any color variations of any sort. Her ears, paws, and tail are all a soft, delicate pink. The she-cat's eyes offer the only darkness. They're a deep, vibrant green like fresh grass or a healthy forest.
Taught to hold herself firmly from birth Clovertail is poised. She moved with an aged grace that hints to her clear agility. She rarely misses a step. However she doesn't dance, or walk about all willy-nilly like some youngsters. Clovertail walks with purpose. Only rarely will she deviate from her path.
She's got a gnarly patch of hairless fur near the end of her tail from a horrible dog bite. The tail kinks slightly there as well. While the wound isn't horrible, it has limited her agility some. She also has a large scar on her right back leg from another incident with the same dog.
ONTHE INSIDE
TAIL |► TRAITS,
since she's very agile and swift
+ debonair
+ discreet
+ faithful
+ gentle
+ intuitive
= competitive
= opinionated
= proud
= stern
= stubborn
- argumentative
- cautious
- envious
- moody
- possessive
► PERSONALITY,
Elegance is not born. It's trained, and it comes packaged best in cats who are focused on being their best. She walks with pride, head held high, because she knows she's earned it, and that confidence translates into poise. Nothing outwardly can rattle this cat unless she wishes it to. At least, that's what she'd like everyone to believe. Control is essential in looking your best.
To look your best you have to be the best, or so she believes. Clovertail is extremely competitive, and often gets into little challenges with her dear mate just for the sake of it. Specially since they've both got such firm heads she knows she needs to beat him back into line on occasion. She's also particularly possessive of things that are "hers." This stems from her multitude of brothers and sisters who frequently fought with her, as kits, over absolutely everything. She's learned to protect what is hers in order to keep it. This translates to friends, lovers, and the clan at large. The "Alliance" isn't about to come take what is hers!
It isn't all about looks, though. She's also got a soft wisdom about her to balance out her partner's gruffness. Clovertail is cautious and careful when planning her moves, and always considers StarClan's opinion, or what she think it'd be. They are her ultimate guide, and she'd do anything to please them. Because of her close tie to the stars she's fairly in tune to the natural rhythm of the moors and is very perceptive when things go awry.
THEFAMILY
MOTHER // Sheepstep (deceased)
FATHER // Burdockheart (deceased)
LITTERMATE // Dapplestrike (deceased)
LITTERMATE // Toadfoot (deceased)
LITTERMATE // Roachclaw - renamed Lostleg
LITTERMATE // Teaselfur (deceased)
LITTERMATE // Sleetpaw (deceased)
AHISTORY
Sheepstrike gave birth to her first surviving litter during one of the worst rainstorms to hit WindClan that newleaf. Her previous litter had ended in stillborns. Therefore when each kit got the medicine cat's lick of approval her and her mate were grateful beyond belief.
As kits the six were a terrible force to be reckoned with. When one got into trouble the others were immediately drawn into it. Cloverkit did her best to assort some authority and manage the others. For the most part, however, the group was just wild.
Cloverpaw's first gathering was half spent watching her two littermates that had managed to come too, and half spent sticking to her mentor's side. When she did meet a group of apprentices it wasn't long until they were all bickering about fish and mud. When the leaders began to talk she was grateful for the distraction.
The first time she ran into an enemy patrol while with her mentor Cloverpaw was terrified beyond belief. Her brother, Sleetpaw, had just died from an eagle's attack, and now everything was scary. One of the RiverClan warriors, who had just been fishing, noticed her trembling legs and offered her a shell he'd picked up. The two clans were in a time of piece, and the older tom was a gentle giant with kits her age. He hoped someone would do the same for his own. Two moons later her littermates stole her shell and it was never found again.
Clovertail was named a warrior along with one of her four siblings. She quickly befriended a young warrior, named a few moons before her, and the two she-cats spent much of their time together. When her friend, Yellowflower, developed a crush on a tom Clovertail was the first to hear about it.
She took it upon herself to attempt to hook the two together. Clovertail began to hang out with the tom, Applestripe. She hoped to discover his tastes and relay them back to Yellowflower while slowly telling him all the great things about her friend. However, the more she got to know him the more she liked him.
Her parents both died, one briefly after the other, during a particularly hard leafbare. They were old cats, who had had kits late in their lives. It was a hard hit, but one she had expected. To her surprise Applestrike and Yellowflower both sat with her throughout the mourning.
Twice during her life Clovertail was attacked by the smaller dogs that live near WindClan's border, and who occasionally cross into their territory. The first time they merely ripped up the fur on her leg but it healed fine enough. The second time, however, their bite nearly took off her tail-end. She was stuck in the medicine den for moons has the horrible wound recovered.
ShadowClan attacked, taking part of WindClan's territory as their own. In an attempt to reclaim it Applestrike lost his sister. Clovertail was there for him. It was the first night the two spent together in the same nest. Yellowflower and Clovertaill stopped being friends.
Clovertail would go on to have two litters of kits. Loosing Goldenfang and Reedpaw had been tough on her, but Bramblestream's growing family filled her heart. As her second litter grew she knew it would be her last, and she was perfectly at peace with it.
In one fell swoop after the other ThunderClan and RiverClan fell to a previously unknown threat. Applestar wanted to attack The Alliance immediately, but Clovertail and the other senior warriors convinced him otherwise. They knew it would be fruitless. Instead she helped him focus his efforts on strengthening the clan's defenses and caring for the refugees.
theuser
OOC USERNAME // Banana
TIME ZONE // est
OTHER CHARACTERS // none
SHOP ITEMS // free 80+ moon major injury