Clovepaw

[Clove]

CLOVEPAW
of GustClan

Name: Clovepaw
Age: nine moons
Rank: apprentice
Clan: GustClan

Physical Description:

Clovepaw has a fairly small frame, giving her the look of a kit, though she's been out of the nursery for several moons. She appears slim even for a Clan cat, but if she eats less than other cats, it's only because it's in her nature and she generally has a small appetite.

Her fur is short; when it has been recently washed, it is soft and smooth, much like a kittypet's fur; when it hasn't been, it is bristly and standing on end. Her tail is long and slender, and she has a narrowed face, giving her an almost rodent-like appearance.

The back of her pelt is vivid ginger, with darker ginger tabby stripes lightly dipping into a white underbelly, paws and muzzle. Her eyes are an odd mix of amber and green; olive green around the edges, and amber surrounding her pupils.

Personality:

Clovepaw is the kind of cat who's unafraid to tell others what she thinks of them, even if what she thinks of them is sappy and cliché or cruel and cold. She enjoys her freedom of speech, despite the fact that it is often found offensive by others, and her sharp tongue has gotten her into trouble more than once.

Luckily for her, Clovepaw can be quite a charmer when she chooses to be. She finds it easy to act sweet and innocent in a convincing way, whatever her real intentions are. Having said this, Clovepaw can't always charm her way out of trouble -- those who spend enough time with her find it easy to learn when she's acting and when she isn't, because Clovepaw is lazy enough to rarely change her techniques.

In general, Clovepaw is a fairly decent cat. Despite her strange mix of charm and frankness, she is extremely loyal to the warrior code and StarClan, and she flighty as she seems, she does have her heart in the right place.

History:

Clovepaw's mother was unknown, and most cats assumed she was a rogue. Because Clovepaw always looked small and slightly pathetic, however, GustClan took pity on her and decided to raise her as their own.

GustClan found Clovepaw by the Hot Springs, another factor that made them assume her mother was a rogue. It is perhaps because of this that she always loved the Hot Springs, and she loved everything about them; their warmth, their comfort; she even sometimes pretended she could remember being left there.

As Clovepaw grew up, her elder Clanmates watched her carefully; they didn't want her feeling left out because of her unknown heritage, and they were right to be worried. Because of Clovepaw's "wild" attitude, many cats shied away from her and thought this confirmed that her mother was a rogue.

Clovepaw was observant enough to notice this, and, naturally, she confronted several cats about it, but they denied their emotions and acted considerably warmer to Clovepaw afterwards. Eventually, she was able to ignore their false attitudes and get on with her life.

Role Play Example:

from Incandescence

Chloe Fints stared at the message scrawled across the dark bricks of Greenford High. She'd arrived early today, before anyone else, and had therefore seen the message before anyone else.

The words appeared to be made of some kind of mud, but against the brick, it looked like blood. Shivering, Chloe looked around her for about the seventh time. Deserted. Why was no one here yet? Not for the first time that day, Chloe wished she'd brought a watch or a cellphone or anything that might show the time.
She went back to observing. She couldn't even see any fingerprints, though she was certain that there must be some. She wished could shift, but what would she do if someone showed up? Ha ha, she told herself bitterly. Wishful thinking.
The silence was unnerving. Nothing moved, not even the scramble of a squirrel climbing up a tree or the rustle of the wind the leaves.

When she finally decided she could hardly investigate the message any more than she already had, she sat down, alone with her thoughts. And her thoughts rapidly grew more and more panicked -- What if they think it's me who wrote the message? What if they take me to prison? What if whoever wrote the message comes back and kidnaps me? What if--

She froze. Something had moved.

Other: --

[Brackentail]

Accepted!