CLOVERGALE // WINDCLAN

[Shads]

(I'm giving her out for adoption)

C L O V E R G A L E

I - know - days - will - come - and - go

MAYBE I'LL GROW OLD, BUT I WILL DIE

My mother, lilacwhisper, and father, Shadowfall named me Clovergale.
I was born sixteen moons ago.
I belong to Windclan.
I have no sisters.
I have two brothers, named Dustfury and Wheatfrost.
I am a female who finds males very attractive.

but - for - the - trouble - i - have - caused - i - wonder

WHERE DO I BELONG, IS IT HERE?

a p p e a r a n c e

Clover inherited her father's build and eyes. She is a tall she-cat, only a smidge shorter than Shadow. Her muscle mass is about the same as his, but she is faster. Her lithe body allows her agility he does not have. Her shoulders are not as broad, as most of her features are a bit smaller. Her eyes are a vivid green, just like her fathers.

Her pelt is inherited from her mother, though. Her base color is brown, but she has black tabby markings that blanket her body. It helps her blend in well with the windclan territory, not that she would need it with her speed.

let - the - passion - of - your - heart - make - them - real

AND TELL ALL THE ONES YOU LOVE ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING YOU FEEL

p e r s o n a

Clover is a girly girl with a desire for adventure. She is elegant and poised when around others, but honestly all she wants to do is explore, run, or go on an adventure far away. She is all emotion and no logic. She acts on impulse and things nothing of the consequences later. She can be quite the handful, seeing as she can never really be controlled, only contained for a short period of time. She hates being in closed in spaces, by the way.

She craves freedom. For this reason, she isnt exactly a die hard loyalist for Windclan, just merely has an attachment to it. She will never be tamed, forever to roam the lands as she pleases. It is not uncommon for her to disappear for days at a time, but she always brings back herbs or prey, sometimes both. She does her duty for the clan, and stays in touch with her family, but cannot stand to stay in one place for long. She is always itching to go and do, never wanting to stay to smell the roses.

laugh - about - the - past - and - secretly

WISH WE COULD GO BACK AND SAVE THE CHILD

h i s t o r y

Clover was born to Lilacwhisper, but was raised by Ravenscream. It was Ravenscream that drilled into her head the elegance and poised part of her, but it was also Ravenscream that drove Clover to crave freedom at all costs. Her grandmother made her realize how much hated rules and etiquette and all of that. As soon as she became an apprentice she explored. She would miss training sessions just because she lost track of time out on the moors. She was never close to her brothers, and still isn't. She is close enough to know them and their problems, but she was never around to get any closer. Nothing significant happened in her apprenticeship, mostly because she did not have tines for toms or drama. Her mother died, yes, but Clover has this way of shoving things off like they never happened. She didn't even shed a tear over her mother's mangled body. Not because she wasn't sad, but because she has accepted it for what it was. It was done, and no amount of sadness would bring her mother back.

Nothing has changes since she became a warrior. She's still roaming around, never bothering with the toms. Why would she? The land is so much interesting.

seeing - worried - eyes - that - know - it's - time - we - cannot - buy

WAS THIS WORTH THE TIME TO WRITE?

e x a m p l e

N/A.

THIS WAS MADE BY SHADS. PLEASE DO NOT STEAL. Some ideas in the form were derived from Sil on Twilight Forest. Thank you Sil, for being my muse.

[- Leafy ღ]