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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2019 21:29:49 GMT
“A clan built on a weak foundation will crumble. Strong leaders are the only ones who can bear the weight of a clan. The weak will never prevail.”
~Cloverleap
>>BASICS<<
Prefix:
Clover: named after his father: Clovermoon
Suffix:
Leap: his powerful hind legs resulted in his high leaps, so his name became just that
Rank:
Rogue
Clan:
Ironclan(Prev)>>None
Previous Names:
Cloverkit>>Cloverpaw>>Cloverleap
Previous Ranks:
Kit>>Apprentice>>Warrior>>Deputy>>Rogue
Age:
123 Moons (10 years 3 moons)
Mentors:
Cricketfall
Apprentices:
Rosepaw, Quickpaw, Swallowpaw
>>PERSONALITY<<
Likes:
Hot Climate, Climbing, Swimming, Hunting, Monsters, Twoleg Shops, Twoleg Buildings
Dislikes:
Traitors, cruel cats, most twolegs, illness, water fighting, cold climate
>>FAMILY<<
Mother: Bluefoot-Warrior-Deceased
Father: Clovermoon-Warrior-Deceased
Littermates:
Gooseberry-Windclan-Deceased
Tawnyheart-Rogue-Unknown
Waterfall-Rogue-Unknown
Sneezefeather (Dune)-Rogue-Unknown
Mate: Blackspots-Warrior-Unknown(prev)
Petalsun-Preyhunter-Alive(current)
Petalsun-Preyhunter-Alive(current)
Kits:
Erm… forgot
Grandkits:
None
>>DESCRIPTION<<
Breed:
Arabian Mau
Body Shape:
Sleek, strong, lithe
Gender:
Tomcat
Pelt Color:
White with brown patches
Eyes:
Light Green
Pelt Length:
Short sleek coat
Scars/Marks:
None
>>HISTORY<<
Sneezekit, a sandy colored tomcat like his father, was shunned by the rest of his litter because he was the cause of their mother’s death. He was also the runt of the litter, so his father had disowned him and taken a special liking to Goosekit, the largest, oldest, and strongest out of the three. Poor Sneezekit was left most days alone in the nursery, while his older and stronger brothers and sisters ran out to play.
When they all reached 6 moons old, Goosekit and Tawnykit were the only ones made apprentices.
Cloverkit and his sister Waterkit were very disturbed by this, and plotted to run away. The clan did not seem to care about kits, and their leader, Peakstar, was very unfair to most every cat. He only liked the biggest and boldest cats.
The night came when the two would sneak out of the nursery at midnight, but Sneezekit had seen them slipping out of camp and had followed.
The three kits, Sneezekit trailing them quietly, made their way down the mountainside and found themselves staring into a gorgeous wood.
“Let’s go in.” Cloverkit whispered.
“You first.” Waterkit whispered back.
“She-cats always go first.”
“Well, you’re the tomcat, and you’re older. So you go first.”
“I’m hardly thirty seconds older than you, you go.”
“Cloverkit—“
A twig snapped behind them and they both spun around. It was Sneezekit. He had stumbled off a rock and had landed in a pile of broken branches.
Cloverkit and Waterkit padded over to him and helped him out.
“What are you doing here?” Cloverkit was surprised that Sneezekit had followed them that far without being noticed.
“Oh, it’s you.” Waterkit sniffed with disdain and raised her chin.
Little Sneezekit shuffled his paws. “I saw you two sneaking out… I was wondering if—“
“No, you may not come!” Waterkit hissed. “You are too young and too small. You would just slow us down.”
Cloverkit frowned. “You are a runt, you cannot come.” It was logical. The runts of the litter or the disabled such as those with limps, blindness, deafness, permanent injuries, etc. were the lowest class possible. They were the ones who were neglected and shunned. It was how it was in life, or at least how they were taught in Hollowclan.
“But I’m your brother!” Sneezekit’s eyes glistened. “Please! The clan will get rid of me if I don’t run away! Take me with you!”
“No. You are not my brother.” Waterkit turned around and stalked towards the forest.
“You are not my brother either. You are a runt, and you have no purpose.” Cloverkit meowed coldly, remembering what Peakstar had said right before he had killed a really old and disabled elder. Still, he hesitated before he too left and dashed after his sister. Sneezekit was left all alone that night. As the two abandoned their youngest sibling, a howl was heard nearby, but still they did not even turn to look at him when more wolves were heard to be closing in where the runt sat.
A few sunrises later and Cloverkit and Waterkit were welcomed into a clan called Dawnclan that resided in a gorgeous land called Mistfall. They were quickly made apprentices for their experience of every aspect of survival, and were assigned mentors. Waterpaw was given Ottertalon and a lithe tomcat named Cricketfall took Cloverpaw in as his apprentice.
From what Cloverpaw could tell, Dawnclan was nothing like Hollowclan. The elders, queens, and kits were taken care of first, and prey was always prayed over.
The apprentice shook his head as he padded past a she-cat thanking Starclan for her meal one morning. “Can you believe them?” He scoffed to Waterpaw. “They think dead cats gave them fresh kill. I won’t thank some deceased clan for prey I hunted.” They were padding out of camp, trailing behind their mentors who were leading them to the training grounds.
Waterpaw looked down and kicked a pebble absently with one paw. “I don’t know… Doesn’t part of you just wish Starclan were real? I mean… When I die, I don’t want to end up gone… forever…”
Cloverpaw stared at her, almost running into a tree. “Are you serious? You’re not buying their ‘heavenly’ clan jabber, are you?”
“Well—“
“C’mon! Catch up, Cloverpaw!” Cricketfall called over his shoulder.
“You too, Waterpaw! The training grounds won’t train itself!” Ottertalon meowed as well, though seemed rather confused with his sentence.
“‘The training grounds won’t train itself’?” Cricketfall chuckled.
“Oh bother words, let’s just go train.” Ottertalon grumbled, and the two young warriors bounded ahead.
“We’re not finished yet.” Waterpaw whispered in her brother’s ear as they both rushed to catch up to their mentors.
The two apprentices grew in skills and size, and soon Cloverpaw was already as big as some of the newer warriors in the clan, and Waterpaw was just as tall as him. Goosepaw, Tawnypaw, and even Sneezekit were long forgotten, and they enjoyed their new free life in the clan. Waterpaw had converted and began believing in Starclan, while Cloverpaw was just as stubborn about it as ever. Eventually, they came of age, and certainly of skill and size, and were made warriors. Cloverpaw became Cloverleap, and Waterpaw became Waterfall.
Waterfall never did receive an apprentice, but Cloverleap had three during his time in Dawnclan. Rosepaw was his first. She was a brave she-cat, a little headstrong but very kind and loyal. Her pelt was a silky white with very faint redish-brown spots here and there. She had bright yellow eyes as well, but unfortunately, after her third moon of training, was captured by twolegs and never heard of again.
His second apprentice was a thin and speedy tomcat named Quickpaw. He was a silver tabby, much like his sister, and had electric blue eyes. He was not trustworthy, however, and ended up running away soon after his warrior ceremony, abandoning his silent vigil.
Cloverleap's third apprentice went by the name of Swallowpaw. He was of manx cat breed so therefore had no tail. He had fluffy tortoiseshell fur and soft brown eyes. He was quiet and shy most of the time, but was a surprisingly excellent fighter. His hunting skills needed some work, but that was a short bridge to cross, and he soon grew to be a very fine warrior named Swallowear. He lived to be a very old and wise elder who had experienced many battles in his lifetime. Of course, Cloverleap would not know his apprenitce's future. But it's nice to know at least some cats have happy endings.
As every story usually does, it came to a romantic twist when Waterfall fell head-over-paws for a long-tailed tomcat with red-brown fur named Gauntwhisper. This, however, took a nasty turn once Cloverleap found out about it. Gauntwhisper and Waterfall had been seeing each other for a few moons in secret, and one night Clover followed his sister as she slipped out of camp, just like Sneezekit had followed them. The bad part was that Gauntwhisper was from another clan, so his sister would be breaking the Warrior Code if Cloverleap’s suspicions were correct.
Waterfall stopped at a creek and the bushes rustled on the other side. Out stepped Gauntwhisper, his unique red-brown coat blending oddly in the orange glow as the last rays of the setting sun reached them. The tomcat leapt over the small creek in one powerful leap and landed beside Waterfall. They nuzzled each other, and this infuriated Cloverleap even further. And, just like Sneezekit, Cloverleap accidentally treaded on something loud, which ended up being a twig, and the two cats whipped around to see him half hidden in a bush.
“What are you doing here?” Waterfall’s eyes widened. It wasn’t annoyance in her voice, but fear.
Gauntwhisper just growled.
“The question is,” Cloverleap padded out of cover and over to them, “what are you doing here? With him?” He didn’t even look at other tomcat but gestured to him with his tail.
“It’s none of your business.” The tomcat snarled, stepping forward.
“I’ll make it my business.” Cloverleap growled deeply, stepping forward as well. They were now nearly nose-to-nose. Waterfall let out a small whimper.
Cloverleap was the first to attack. He lashed his claws across Gauntwhispers muzzle, and the tomcat’s head was forced to one side, he hissed.
“Don’t fight-please!” Waterfall begged, but Cloverleap would not heed her. He scored his claws on the other side of the tomcats face, but still Gauntwhisper did not move.
“I turned the other cheek.” He snarled viciously. “So now I can attack.” He leapt at Cloverleap and pinned him instantly. The young warrior realized immediately that this tomcat was of immense skill and strength, and struggled underneath his weight. Waterfall’s cries of protest raised into the night air, but to deaf ears as Cloverleap shoved the other tomcat off him and leapt onto his back.
They fought for many hours, and Waterfall had needed to lean against a tree to hold herself up as she tiredly tried to figure out a way to break it up. But in vain, for the two were locked in fierce combat, and it continued like so for a while longer, until at last Cloverleap had Gauntwhisper in a death hold.
Cloverleap pressed his claws slowly deeper into the tomcat’s belly. “Do you want a slow and painful death… or will you leave? For good?” He dug them in further and Gauntwhisper’s forehead became beaded with sweat, his yellow eyes wide.
Suddenly, Waterfall launched herself at her brother and knocked him into a tree. Cloverleap, slightly bleeding from battle wounds, thudded against the bark and shook himself hard to wake up as fast as he could. But after he opened his eyes, coming out of a daze, he saw that Gauntwhisper was gone. And so was his sister. Little did he know, that the very next morning, Gauntwhisper died of blood loss, leaving his mate widowed and bearing his kits.
Cloverleap never saw his sister again.
He tried living in the clan for a few more moons, but eventually, he couldn’t stand living in Dawnclan without his sister, so he ran away, much to the dismay of his old mentor and good friend, Cricketfall. They never saw each other again, and the warrior never heard of Dawnclan after he left ever again.
Now, after more moons of traveling, Cloverleap found himself in a brand new clan called Ironclan. He became deputy, and slowly felt himself change inside. After seeing how so many cats lived long and happy lives because of their faith in Starclan, he converted and turned into an honorable and humble tomcat despite the bad role model his birth clan had been for him. Putting all his past mistakes behind him, he created a new life and soon fell in love with a gorgeous she-cat named Blackspots. They became mates soon after and had kits together.
All was well, until (I ruined him cause I wanted to leave Ironclan) for some reason Cloverleap disappeared and no one has seem him again.
Another sad outsider I have kept locked in my chest of kitties. Thanks for reading!
~Nighty & Fishy & Frost
