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Description
welp

i was trying to make a simple design and i failed whoops
all of her personality is subject to change as I rp her

JOINED CLAN: July 16, 2015

Name: Cloverkit
Previous names: Kuera - Cloverkit - ____
Nicknames: N/A

Gender: Female

Rank: Kit
Mentor: N/A

Appearance: A cream-colored she-cat with orange patches. Light green eyes and white paws and tail-tip. Darker orange stripes. Slim and small body.

Skills:
- Fighting - she can fight well for her age, as she's pretty agile.
- Climbing - she's small and on the slender side, so she can climb trees easily.

Weaknesses:

- Hunting - she doesn't care for hunting, so doesn't really put in a lot of effort.
- Swimming - she sinks like a stone, despite her light weight.

Personality:

- WIP -

Imaginative - Clover loves playing imagination games. She likes pretending, she loves exploring imaginary things, she loves stories and myths.

Honest - Cloverkit values honesty above all else. Sometimes, this will get her in trouble - she has a tendency to speak her mind whether her thoughts are "nice" or not. However, this also lables her as much more trustworthy; if she says she's going to do something, she'll do it.

Tenacious - If Clover decides to do something, there is likely no stopping her. She is determined and persistant in everything she does.

Tough - Clover essentially wants to be "one of the boys". She is a huge tomboy, and tries to show that by being as tough as she can. She hides her emotions more often than not.

Intolerant - Clover does not like crybabies. She doesn't really tolerate a lot of drama or dumb emotional stuff; if she catches you being, as she sees it, ridiculous, she'll snap a few words at you that may either make you cry more or start yelling instead (which she generally prefers).

Self-Serving - Clover does things if they work for her. She'll learn to hunt because it means she can feed herself; she'll learn to fight because it means she can defend herself. She'll make a friend or two if they're worth her time, and add to her life in a positive way.

Fears: death, water
Extra: not very good at showing emotions. craves affection.

Songs:
Fever the Ghost - Source

History:

Early Kit-hood
Clover was born to Riley, a stray, and some other random male that caught Riley's family. Clover interacted with her father for the first few months of her life - "This one is unusually persistant," her mother liked to comment to her once the cat was out of eyesight at the end of each visit. Once Clover had reached 4 months, Riley scooped up her bundle and trotted into the forest. She had dropped her last kit deep in the woods - she'd take this one there, too. Make sure the first was still alive and such. This time, the mother didn't bother lying to herself - she wanted the kit out of her fur. She had a life to live. The cat dropped slipped through the forest, using her tracking skills to locate the camp. She dropped her kit just outside the entrance and slipped away, making sure to scent out her other daughter first.
Clover was found by the next cat that walked out of camp - who happened to be her half-sister.
- Joined the clan at the age of 4 months

Mid Kit-hood
TBA

Late Kit-hood
TBA

Early Apprentice-hood

TBA

Relationships

Sexuality: Too young to know

Dating: N/A
Mate: N/A
Kits: N/A
Kin: Mother - Riley; Father - Unknown; Half-Sister - Quailpaw

Clanmates:

T BA

Roleplay Example: Russetpaw padded back and forth across the camp, waiting for a warrior, ANY warrior to pop out of the warriors den. She wanted to get out of camp, to look for the dogs, to end the fear and suffering her clan was enduring. The apprentice shook herself. She needed to chill out. She wasn't getting anywhere by pacing. She sat in a patch of sunlight, warming her fur, and glanced around the camp thoughtfully. She could try and patch up the loose twigs in the camp wall over near the elders den...but no one had brought in new plant materials, and she wasn't allowed to go outside on her own to gather more. The apprentice sighed quietly and resigned herself to organizing the fresh-kill pile and dithering around until someone older showed up. She padded over to the pile and started to move the corpses around, checking to make sure that everything was fresh.

Roleplay Information:
Skype = top choice. Notes OK.
Script style or paragraph style are both fine. Preferred length is that of the Example or shorter.

Finished RP's:

Exp Tracker:
+20 - Joining
+10 - fav.me/d91l5ne

_____________
30 - TOTAL

Plans:

Kithood
-

Apprenticehood
-

Description
welp

i was trying to make a simple design and i failed whoops
all of her personality is subject to change as I rp her

JOINED CLAN: July 16, 2015

Name: Cloverkit
Previous names: Kuera - Cloverkit - ____
Nicknames: N/A

Gender: Female

Rank: Kit
Mentor: N/A

Appearance: A cream-colored she-cat with orange patches. Light green eyes and white paws and tail-tip. Darker orange stripes. Slim and small body.

Skills:
- Fighting - she can fight well for her age, as she's pretty agile.
- Climbing - she's small and on the slender side, so she can climb trees easily.

Weaknesses:

- Hunting - she doesn't care for hunting, so doesn't really put in a lot of effort.
- Swimming - she sinks like a stone, despite her light weight.

Personality:

- WIP -

Imaginative - Clover loves playing imagination games. She likes pretending, she loves exploring imaginary things, she loves stories and myths.

Honest - Cloverkit values honesty above all else. Sometimes, this will get her in trouble - she has a tendency to speak her mind whether her thoughts are "nice" or not. However, this also lables her as much more trustworthy; if she says she's going to do something, she'll do it.

Tenacious - If Clover decides to do something, there is likely no stopping her. She is determined and persistant in everything she does.

Tough - Clover essentially wants to be "one of the boys". She is a huge tomboy, and tries to show that by being as tough as she can. She hides her emotions more often than not.

Intolerant - Clover does not like crybabies. She doesn't really tolerate a lot of drama or dumb emotional stuff; if she catches you being, as she sees it, ridiculous, she'll snap a few words at you that may either make you cry more or start yelling instead (which she generally prefers).

Self-Serving - Clover does things if they work for her. She'll learn to hunt because it means she can feed herself; she'll learn to fight because it means she can defend herself. She'll make a friend or two if they're worth her time, and add to her life in a positive way.

Fears: death, water
Extra: not very good at showing emotions. craves affection.

Songs:
Fever the Ghost - Source

History:

Early Kit-hood
Clover was born to Riley, a stray, and some other random male that caught Riley's family. Clover interacted with her father for the first few months of her life - "This one is unusually persistant," her mother liked to comment to her once the cat was out of eyesight at the end of each visit. Once Clover had reached 4 months, Riley scooped up her bundle and trotted into the forest. She had dropped her last kit deep in the woods - she'd take this one there, too. Make sure the first was still alive and such. This time, the mother didn't bother lying to herself - she wanted the kit out of her fur. She had a life to live. The cat dropped slipped through the forest, using her tracking skills to locate the camp. She dropped her kit just outside the entrance and slipped away, making sure to scent out her other daughter first.
Clover was found by the next cat that walked out of camp - who happened to be her half-sister.
- Joined the clan at the age of 4 months

Mid Kit-hood
TBA

Late Kit-hood
TBA

Early Apprentice-hood

TBA

Relationships

Sexuality: Too young to know

Dating: N/A
Mate: N/A
Kits: N/A
Kin: Mother - Riley; Father - Unknown; Half-Sister - Quailpaw

Clanmates:

T BA

Roleplay Example: Russetpaw padded back and forth across the camp, waiting for a warrior, ANY warrior to pop out of the warriors den. She wanted to get out of camp, to look for the dogs, to end the fear and suffering her clan was enduring. The apprentice shook herself. She needed to chill out. She wasn't getting anywhere by pacing. She sat in a patch of sunlight, warming her fur, and glanced around the camp thoughtfully. She could try and patch up the loose twigs in the camp wall over near the elders den...but no one had brought in new plant materials, and she wasn't allowed to go outside on her own to gather more. The apprentice sighed quietly and resigned herself to organizing the fresh-kill pile and dithering around until someone older showed up. She padded over to the pile and started to move the corpses around, checking to make sure that everything was fresh.

Roleplay Information:
Skype = top choice. Notes OK.
Script style or paragraph style are both fine. Preferred length is that of the Example or shorter.

Finished RP's:

Exp Tracker:
+20 - Joining
+10 - fav.me/d91l5ne

_____________
30 - TOTAL

Plans:

Kithood
-

Apprenticehood
-