Post by snowstorm on Sept 1, 2009 19:07:18 GMT -5
Theme song;;Tomorrow from Annie the Musical. Look it up.
If you sit down at set of sun
And count the acts that you have done
And, counting, find
One self-denying deed, one word
That eased the face of him who heard,
One glance most kind
That fell like sunshine where it went ---
Then you may count the day well spent.
~~ George Eliot
Tomorrow is what you make it, make it a great day!
[glow=yellow,9,300]Name |
Gender | She-cat
Age | 6 moon
Rank | Kittypet
Clan | None (May join later)
Beliefs| Clover doesn't know what to believe, her mother told her that when cat's died, they were gone forever, and that was it. But her father believed differently, he told her about a place in the sky called StarClan, a place proven to existence told to him by forest cats, a place where good cats went when they died. But he had also warned her of the Dark Forest, where cruel, ambitious cats went, a place of complete solitude, where cats were forbidden to talk to each other. Thus summing it up, two different beliefs, on cat. Clover hasn't a clue who to believe, but sometimes wonders if her urge for adventure is a sign from StarClan, like her father told her, to go out into the forest and find her true place.
Parents | Trimp (Mother, deceased, NP) Leo (Father, NP)
Siblings | Tabbitha (Sister, NP) Cloud (Brother, not played) Etch (Brother, deceased, not played.)
Other Kin | None
Mate | None yet (Open!)
Crush | None yet
Kits | None yet
Apprentice/Mentor | None yet
Appearance | Clover is your average orange tabby cat, mildly dark ginger fur with a few darker stripes through it, showing most on her legs. The fur on her paws is white, front paws ending when it reaches the leg, back paws halfway up the leg. Her entire chest is white furred, ending at the bottom in a slightly rounded point. Her eyes are a bright, compassionate, shining green, while her ears are long and narrow. Her short fur stays about the same length all year long. Her tail is a bit long, but with a small piece of it off the end, which will be explained further in her history. She has short whiskers, which effects her skills slightly. Along her back the fur is a large stripe, darker than all of her fur, starting at the base of her neck, ending at the base of her tail.
Personality | Clover has always been a carefree cat, not worrying about what will happen in her future, how her life will end, or her past. Though the nip on her tail still reminds her of the bad times she's been through, she always leaves it behind and gets back to her normal life. Other than that, she's always been guilty of judging people by how they look or seem, naive if I can say so. But she's not too bad about it, and what she lacks there she makes up for it in her compassion , how good of a friend she is to the little friends she has, honesty, and playful spirit. She isn't too mature, and is predicted to never really lose the heart of a child. Last but not least, she has the urge for adventure, to feel the wind in her fur and go places she's never been, the farthest she's been is the edge of the forest, where she's always wanted to go. As for examples, when she meets a new cat she always decides quickly what she thinks he/she will be like, though usually takes the time to get to know them first. Clover encourages her friends to do what they feel they should do, and to find their true place in the world. She is almost always honest to others, and always says yes to a good game or exiting adventure. She also listens to what is important, making her a fast learner.
Skills | Clover is a fast runner, due to her long legs, but not to good at climbing, her terrible balance to blame. She can fish, from the time her housefolk got a fish and it ended up in the garden. She is a decant swimmer, for she had also fallen into a small stream by the ranch not to long ago.
History |
Kithood
As a kit, Clover was known as Sun, named because of her pelt. She was born a loner, living by The Ranch. She was born into a litter of four, her sister Cleo, later renamed Tabbitha, her brother Cloud, and her brother Etch, who died shortly after birth. She can't remember much of her first few weeks, but the warmth of her mother Trimp, and her brother and sister. By the time she was able to stand she was the first out of the den. By a moon old her father took her out exploring. Thus beginning many fantastic adventures.
Up to current times[/color]
Clover doesn't know how her mother died, she was out with her brother and father, Leo, exploring, when they returned back to the den her mother was gone, they never found her body, but the den was reddish brown, with the scent of fear and blood. Clover was three moons then, and utterly crushed. So she snuck out one day and ran off toward The Ranch, where she was met by a grumpy old tom, this sent her in the direction of the Twoleg place. One day she had wandered into a garden, where she had got her tail caught in a mouse trap, then ran off, but came back the next day and was spotted by the Twolegs while playing in a clover patch. The Twolegs adopted her, and named her Clover. She had many adventures in the Twoleg nest, from fishing in little clear bowls, to chasing birds up small trees. Recently she has been almost drawn to the forest while playing around The Ranch. And that catches us up to today.[/font][/size][/glow]
We have a cbox again and we're opening the place up as a closed, members only rp