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CLOVERPAW.

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ya’ll bettuh get readin’ now.
this is mah stuff.
we’re startin’ wit da basics, ya hear?
alright, le’s get movin’.

cloverpaw.
she-cat.
seven moons.
serenityclan.
apprentice.
any of a genus (trifolium) of low leguminous herbs having trifoliolate leaves and flowers in dense heads and including many that are valuable for forage and attractive to bees

’kay den, le’s go.
ya’ll bettuh get a good look,
‘cause this is me, an’ what i look like,
an’ i ain’ gunna be changin’, dahlin’,
so you bettuh get used to it, alright?
yo’ doin’ pretty good so far.

click if you reallih wann’ see me, dahling.

Cloverpaw has a sassy look to match her sassy personality. A medium-length pelt is wrapped around her thin frame. It’s thick, though not exactly long. Silky and smooth, it flows with the wind, making her quite stunning, although those thoughts disappear when you hit her personality. Well, it really depends on who you are looking at her. Ack, excuse me. I’m drifting off topic. We’ll be discussing her personality in a moment. Now, dearie, let’s get back to how little Cloverpaw looks.

That thick, flowy fur or hers happens to be a tortoiseshell pattern. It’s that dusty charcoal grey color, painted all over, although her pelt tends to be a bit darker than the average. Actually, it’s a bit closer to a black, especially her paws, which are the darkest part of all of her. They’re not small, but you can’t really call them large. All over her pelt are splashes of tan. Her claws are extremely long, longer than most cats’, and dark gray. Her pads are rough and leathery, black in color. Mint green eyes contrast from Cloverpaw’s visage, and everything is topped off with a small pink nose and large pointed ears.


alright, hun.
here’s where things get tough,
so listen up ya’ll.
dahling, i dun really care whatchou think ‘bout me.
i don’ plan on changin’ anytime soon,
so you bettub get used to me.

As said already, Cloverpaw is a bit of a sassafras. She tends to talk back quite a bit, even to her superiors, which tends to get on some cats’ nerve and only ends in punishment for her. Stubbornness is another trait of hers, which can really get annoying at times. Her African-American accent emphasizes her personality with cut off and broken words. To toms who like a she-cat who knows how to satnd-up for herself, she’s an angel. However, to the ones who aren’t so much like that (which, sadly for her, seems to be most), she’s hell on earth. Cloverpaw can tend to be quite rude sometimes and a little selfish, and you won’t get away with talking smack to her.

Don’t get me wrong, you’re probably thinking that Cloverpaw is the worst cat you could ever meet. She’s actually very sweet on the inside, but she likes acting tough so she doesn’t look like a wimpy little kit. She’s loyal to the end, and she’s the best friend a cat can have. Sure, she might disagree and fight with you now and then, but she’s really quite forgiving. She has a soft spot for kits, even though she often pretends to hate them, pretending to dismiss them as annoying little children.

All in all, she’s one to love. You should talk to her sometime.

i’m the av’rage, hun.
nuttin’ real special goin’ on i mah life.
go ‘head ‘n’ read, but don’ expect to be dazzled.
no’mal life, same old same old…
at least i think…

There was Fallenpaw and Charmpaw. Fallenpaw was a handsome young tom of SerenityClan, a dark brown tabby with forest green eyes. He was quite the cat about town in his Clan, having that boyish charm and being great at fighting and hunting. He accepted the crushes he got and acknowledged them, but there was never the perfect she-cat for him. And then one day while patrolling alone on the BrightClan border that he met her.

Charmpaw. She was named for the absolute beauty that she possessed. Medium-length cream tabby fur and sparkling blue eyes made her fairly attractive. She had a bit of an attitude, spunky but caring and sweet. The moment they met eyes, they knew they were meant for each other. But the Clan boundaries kept them wary. How long could they live in such a way?

Fallenpaw became a warrior, taking on the name of Fallenbranch. Charmpaw followed shortly after, becoming Charmcaster. They didn’t meet for a few moons, but when they finally did, Charmcaster announced that she was pregnant. She had been for two moons. Her belly was swelling. But Fallenbranch didn’t seem as happy as he tried to be. It turned out the he’d found himself a mate in BrightClan. And on that day, she happened to follow him. It was Russetwing. Charmcaster was outraged, killing Russetwing. But when she lunged for Fallenbranch, she dropped to the ground, going into labor.

There was too much blood. Charmcaster didn’t survive the birth, and with Fallenbranch the only cat to clean them, only two survived. He dubbed the tortoiseshell she-kit Cloverkit and the dark brown tabby tom like himself Alphakit. He brought them home to SerenityClan, where they were raised to become fine apprentices. He lied to that their mother was Russetwing, loyal warrioress of SerenityClan, who died giving birth to them, but he eventually killed himself from the guilt of not telling the truth to his own children. If they’ll ever know reality, no cat knows.

hmm, yeah, mah fam’ly’s alright.
too bad i neva knew mah momma.
she was a good she-cat, russetwang, though.
or so i’m told.

charmcaster deceased mother
fallenbranch deceased father
alphapaw brother

an’ now, dahling,
i bid you farewell…

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[SHADE. :D]

Accepted.