Post by Cloven on Apr 13, 2013 18:46:16 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellspacing,0,bTable][atrb=border,0,bTable][cs=2][classy=charname]Cloverleaf[/classy] | |
| [atrb=style, width:105px; height:365px; overflow:hidden;][classy=stattop]Clan[/classy][classy=statbottom]River[/classy] [classy=stattop]Rank[/classy][classy=statbottom]Warrior[/classy] [classy=stattop]Age[/classy][classy=statbottom]45[/classy] [classy=stattop]Gender[/classy][classy=statbottom]male[/classy] [classy=stattop]Sexuality[/classy][classy=statbottom]straight[/classy] | [atrb=style, width:345px; height:365px; overflow:hidden; padding:2px;][style=margin-top:-18px;][classy=infotop]Appearance[/classy][classy=appbottom]Mostly white, with orange on his head, back and tail. He has yellow eyes, with a soft pink nose. While in his younger years he was pretty thin and lean, now he has more muscle than he ever thought he would. His fluff hides a lot of his muscle, but his weight does not. If you were to pick him up, you'd be in for a surprise. Clicky Clicky2[/classy] [classy=infotop]Personality[/classy][classy=infobottom]Raised to see the good and bad in every-paw, he can't help but to look at things from both ends of the river, in a manner of speaking. When he see's an apprentice getting prey for the elders without being told twenty times, he thinks that the younger cat simply wants the attention, the praise, for doing it when no one else would. When he see's a mentor or parent scolding younger cats, he has to bite his tongue, even if he knows that the cat needs it. When another cat offers him a helping paw, he assumes they want something in return; if he offers a paw and they refuse, he figures they just think he wants something. It's an endless circle of distrust, but that's how he is. When he isn't thinking others just want something, he is trying to relax. Which most the time finds him down by the river, close to Snake Rock in a little place he liked to call his own. He could hunt and fish there without many cats bothering him. The sun was just right for both Green-Leaf and Leaf-Bare. And the snakes weren't as willing to attack. When it comes to she-cats and kits, he is a total softy. Unless the cat has given him reason to not like them, he will go on being as friendly as he can. Without putting himself, or anyone else, in a debt. Hunting for the elders and queens were perfect when he needed time alone, and watching the kits play was one of his favorite pass times. Sometimes he even found himself giving them advise. All in all, he is sweet; kind; caring; thoughtful; understanding; strong; proud; stubborn and rude. He can be very wise, if his temper doesn't get in the way... [/classy] [classy=infotop]History[/classy][classy=infobottom]Cloverleaf's parents were known well around the camp as the young and the proud. Littlerain, his mother, was several moons younger than her mate, Silvercloud. Many had joked about him being old enough to be her great-grandfather. Though the two never acted like they cared. They were happy. When they found out about that they were to be parents, Littlerain was perhaps the happiest she-cat in the Clan. A few moons later, after the kits were born, she was the proudest mother in the den. And Silvercloud was the proudest father in camp. This may have not been his first set of kits, but, to him, they were the best. Clover, the oldest of the litter, was named for the clover patch where Silvercloud had finally gotten the nerve to ask Littlerain to be his mate. The two other kits were named for their pelts, the sister named Softkit, and the brother named Darkkit. Kithood-moons one through six. Over the six moons in the nursery, Clover made it known that he was both sweet, and strong. He didn't often like to sneak out of the den, but if he's mother or father invited him out, he was more than willing to follow. He liked to listen to the stories his father and the elders told, he also liked to watch the apprentices practicing their battle and hunting moves. He got in trouble a few times for being to rough on his sister, and for putting his brother up to fighting with other kits, but over all, he wasn't a bad kit. Apprenticeship-moons six through sixteen. A few days after their sixth moon, Cloverkit, Softkit, and Darkkit became apprentices and moved into the apprentice den. Clover was a little upset that his father wasn't his mentor, but he soon got over it when his own mentor was pretty awesome. Teaching him everything he needed to know, and more. He was able to make friends with warriors and apprentices, as well as keep himself out of to much trouble. Everything was pretty good until Softpaw was bite by a snake. They didn't know if she would make it or not for quite some time, but a few months later, she was able to return to her apprentice duties. No one really knew how she lived, other than her saying it was a huge black snake. The figure he wasn't poisonous. If it hadn't been for another apprentices quick thinking, though, she would have been killed and eaten right then. Cloven couldn't stand the thought of almost losing his sister, and declared that he would forever protect her. Along with the three sisters he know had from his parents second litter. He swore to his father, and then to his mother. Little did he know it wasn't his sisters he had to watch out for. But his brother, Darkpaw. He's brother decided about half way through his apprenticeship that hunting wasn't his thing... That he would rather stick around camp, or hide by the river, than take do what he was supposed too. It was put on Clover and his much older brother to set the little tom right. End the end, Darkpaw ran away in hopes of becoming a kittypet. Upsetting his parents, and causing Clover to have to fight harder in his own apprenticeship. He's father used guilt to get him to go after his brother when he was about twelve moons old. He headed to the Twoleg place and found his brother perfectly content in his kittypet life, having already found a great couple to live with. He was nice and plump with a new name. He refused to return to the Clan, saying his life with the Twoleg's was just what he wanted. He even had a mate. Clover made it back home in time to see his sister become a warrior, along with two other apprentices who were a moon younger than him. All three of them had chased a lone fox of out of the Clan, and were some-what hero's. When the leader asked Clover where he had been, he told the truth and was punished because he hadn't asked before he left. His father was annoyed that he hadn't been able to bring Darkpaw back, but when he learned why, he couldn't really stay mad. Littlerain was just happy to have her boy back. It was another four moons before he became a warrior, but he didn't mind, really. He got to help his younger sisters learn some of the ropes in the apprentice den before leaving, that was pretty cool. Warriorship-moons sixteen to present. Happy to take on his Warrior name, leaf, Clover can honestly say he was happy for the wait in his Warriorship. He got to learn more about the stuff he needed, and he even set up small friendships with the apprentices he would most likely be working with as he moved through Clan life. He fell in love once, but sadly the little sweetheart fell for another tom, leaving him to forget about love and to focus on what the Clan needed. He watched his Softpelt fall in love, and start having kits. He watched his father move to the elders den, and then fade away to nothing as the seasons got to him. Littlerain soon moved into the elders den, at the young age of 50 moons. Rumors passed through the clan that it was a broken heart, but Clover could tell that it was more. She had carried six of Silvercloud's litters, and only seven of the twenty kits they had were still alive. Age and sadness had gotten her down. After Littlerain passed on, some moons back, Cloverleaf thought he should try and find a mate. Someone he could curl up with each night, maybe they could even have kits. But so far he hadn't found a she-cat who showed interest in him. Soon he gave up and began to look more towards training young cats. Taking care of other cats kits. At the age of forty-five moons, he has yet to have any kits, or find a love that has lasted, but he is still hopeful. After all, his father was nearly a fifty moons before he met Littlerain, and that love had lasted for many a moon.[/classy] |
| [atrb=style, width:450px; padding:2px;][cs=2][classy=infotop]Roleplay Sample[/classy][classy=rpsample]Cloverleaf pulled himself out of his nest and stumbled out of the den, trying not to wake anyone. He wasn't used to sleeping so late, the sun was already up and the birds had long since died down a little. With a sigh, he padded to a sunny spot and sat down, ignoring the ache in his left paw as he began to clean himself. He had probably just slept on it wrong. A soft wind picked up and circled the camp, sending a few dead leafs spinning away from the clearing. Normally by this time Cloverleaf was out on a patrol, or hunting, or doing something other than just getting up. Why had he slept so long? Bring his paw over his ear, he paused to see if it was warmer than usual. No, his ear was fine. He then touched his paw to his nose. Both seemed fine. The only thing wrong was the stiffness in his left paw. 'What is wrong with it?' He thought with annoyance. Setting it on the ground, he put a little pressure on it, then a lot, letting out a hiss when it began to burn. He picked it up and looked at it. Seeing nothing wrong he set about cleaning himself some more. Flicking his tail with annoyance every time his paw throbbed. Finally he could take it no longer and rubbed it on the ground, shocked when pain shoot up his leg. Pulling his paw back up he realized there was a tiny little scratch along the pad. "You've got to be kitting me," he hissed, licking the pad to clean the dirt from it. "All that pain from a little scratch?" [/classy] |
