Post by cranberry on Jun 26, 2008 11:29:53 GMT -5
Name: Cloverspring
Age: 22 moons
Gender: She-cat
Desired Position: Warrior
Short Description:
Age: 22 moons
Gender: She-cat
Desired Position: Warrior
Short Description:
A peppy and energetic she-cat with a silky gray pelt and emerald green eyes.Description:
With her gorgeous gray fur and her sparkling emerald eyes, some might consider Cloverspring to be pretty, but she prefers to think of herself as...cute. Despite her bulky long-furred coat, she almost gives off the appearance of being dainty, maybe because she's constantly moving and full of life. Her pelt is predominately light gray tabby, but her muzzle, paws and a portion of her chest are a bright white. The most notable of Cloverspring's features, though, is her massive, bushy tail. It's almost as if her tail is her life source - you can read her emotions plain as day based on whether it's drooped on the ground, whipping furiously, or curled inquisitively. Like a tiny kit, she never seems to lose that life force that keeps her going. Finally, her nose is a light primrose color, and her ears are slightly oversized, just adding to her adorable charm.Personality:
Cloverspring is just one of those peppy, annoyingly optimistic cats. She never fails to see the good in any situation, and often does more harm than good by trying to comfort others during the worst of times. She believes that happiness is the key to life, and that no problem cannot be solved. Unfortunately, she's quite gullible, and often refuses to see the bad in anyone, which is most likely her fatal flaw. At times she seems to never shut up, which really gets on most everyone's nerves, but she hardly minds. She gets quite flustered when nobody will listen to her.Experience:
The tiny Cloverkit was born at the beginning of a harsh Newleaf, where the snow refused to stop blowing and carried over from Leafbare. Her mother, Juniperheart, was a caring and gentle soul, who taught her only kit to see the good in everything and treat everyone fairly. Her father had died protecting a different litter of kits from a bloodthirsty fox. Just before apprenticeship, her frail she-cat perished in her sleep. Cloverkit mourned for her loss, but decided not to let her lessons be a waste. The senior warriors have commented on how Cloverspring seems to be a living embodiment of her mother.Picture:
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Nope. c:
