cloverheart // riverclan
Aug 17, 2015 6:15:48 GMT -6
Post by && exigence on Aug 17, 2015 6:15:48 GMT -6
CLOVERHEART
female ● 56 ● riverCLAN ● deputy
long furred white she-cat with grey patches and green eyes
A P P E A R A N C E
"I'm not sure what to say," the she-cat says with a kind laugh, begetting a sympathetic nature. "I wasn't expecting an audience, but I'll be sure to do my best." Her eyes focus a little, large black hemispheres turning into narrow slits, "I've never been considered ugly, at least, I hope so. I know that I'm bigger than most, not by virtue of my weight I'll have you know but of my excessive amounts of fur. To be honest I dislike having long fur; it is such an unbelievable hassle." The older deputy says with a slight smile, though in truth her words were clear and honest, "I don't have much time to clean myself up after battle these days. As long as I go out there with a decent appearance, I'm happy."
"I suppose I should tell you the basics. I'm larger than average, my fur is very long and a snow white colour and my ears have tufts of fur which extend in all kinds of fashions. Around my face I have two almost symmetrical brown tabby markings with subtle hints of grey - and I assure you, that's not because of my age." She pauses to think for a moment, "My nose is pink and my whiskers are very long; a few people have been surprised by my fighting preference after seeing these "hunting" whiskers. Also... my paws are annoyingly large. It is like having two rats on the end of your legs! Though it is always beneficial if you desire to attack an opponent, I do say."
Though through all this laughter, she is serious about some things, "I'm not the most attractive in the clan and I know it well. I'm showing the signs of a tired body, somewhat of a midlife occurrence. There are grey specks on the end of my nose and there's always something caught in this tail of mine..." Then for a moment a smile crept upon her maw, "My eyes are my saving grace, I believe. People tell me I always have my mother's eyes..." She trailed off, unusually distant, and then snapped back into reality, "What else do you want to know, dear?"
"I'm not sure what to say," the she-cat says with a kind laugh, begetting a sympathetic nature. "I wasn't expecting an audience, but I'll be sure to do my best." Her eyes focus a little, large black hemispheres turning into narrow slits, "I've never been considered ugly, at least, I hope so. I know that I'm bigger than most, not by virtue of my weight I'll have you know but of my excessive amounts of fur. To be honest I dislike having long fur; it is such an unbelievable hassle." The older deputy says with a slight smile, though in truth her words were clear and honest, "I don't have much time to clean myself up after battle these days. As long as I go out there with a decent appearance, I'm happy."
"I suppose I should tell you the basics. I'm larger than average, my fur is very long and a snow white colour and my ears have tufts of fur which extend in all kinds of fashions. Around my face I have two almost symmetrical brown tabby markings with subtle hints of grey - and I assure you, that's not because of my age." She pauses to think for a moment, "My nose is pink and my whiskers are very long; a few people have been surprised by my fighting preference after seeing these "hunting" whiskers. Also... my paws are annoyingly large. It is like having two rats on the end of your legs! Though it is always beneficial if you desire to attack an opponent, I do say."
Though through all this laughter, she is serious about some things, "I'm not the most attractive in the clan and I know it well. I'm showing the signs of a tired body, somewhat of a midlife occurrence. There are grey specks on the end of my nose and there's always something caught in this tail of mine..." Then for a moment a smile crept upon her maw, "My eyes are my saving grace, I believe. People tell me I always have my mother's eyes..." She trailed off, unusually distant, and then snapped back into reality, "What else do you want to know, dear?"
P E R S O N A L I T Y
The subject of conversation switches and the she-cat seems somewhat more in control. She's strong enough to defend her personality and believes in its importance more so than sheer visuals. "I've always been a fighter, in both the literal and metaphoric meanings of the term. I will defend everything I say with my life, and I mean it." She laughs, "A lot of people are surprised by my almost tom-like aggression. With my appearance it's simple to assume a peaceful distant airy character, but I'm quite the opposite. Almost like a spitfire. There was a tom once who came up to me - I was in a bad mood at the time - and he told me I should consider sitting in the queens' den because it might offer me some fresh air, mind you he didn't bother me again." She shakes her head, "It's a terrific, terrifying thing and in some ways it is a curse and a blessing. My aggression turns people away and makes them believe I am simply "bossy" - a criticism I'll have you find which is rare even among the most vocal male leaders - however in others who share the same beliefs we are powerful. I don't doubt it."
She readjusts herself, muttering something to herself and then carrying on, "I suppose people have also commented on my humour and my dependability. I don't consider these qualities to be so important to my work, the output of my work is much more important, but I appreciate all kind remarks I can get at this age! And the negative ones I either shake it out of them or leave them in the dust. They can kiss my behind, as the young'uns say." She chuckled, uttering a sentence so out of her vocabulary, "I like to think I'm well liked by most people, simply because a lot of people value the work I do for them. I develop relationships with people and I'm quite friendly once you break the honest and aggressive exterior. Let's just say, at this age I know how to win over a crowd." It was true; she had convinced distrusting cats of her opinions before. "I think also I give to others, not necessarily in a resource-based way or the sharing of goods, but I give people my time and I honour those who can tell me where I'm wrong." She whispered, "I'll tell you the truth though, I cannot stand people who shirk around subjects! Get on with it, man!" She smiled a little. "And I have to admit, I'm a stickler for routine and forward-thinking."
"However, anyone will tell you that I am not perfect, and I do agree with them. I am often too aggressive, too leader-like and too truthful and it upsets the faint of heart. I think also that I am too concerned with the future and with possibilities that I neglect to have fun, and sometimes people have to remind me that I have a life outside of work." The middle aged she-cat nods her head, "And yet, sometimes I am too forgiving of those I trust and I care for. I won't give a rogue a second chance and he'd be lucky to get a first, but an apprentice in my clan who had proven their loyalty and devotion who happened to just make too many mistakes I would be more apt to be sympathetic. Many criticise this as a lack of egalitarian spirit, and it's true, but I look out for my clan first and foremost, and the others can fall into place."
The subject of conversation switches and the she-cat seems somewhat more in control. She's strong enough to defend her personality and believes in its importance more so than sheer visuals. "I've always been a fighter, in both the literal and metaphoric meanings of the term. I will defend everything I say with my life, and I mean it." She laughs, "A lot of people are surprised by my almost tom-like aggression. With my appearance it's simple to assume a peaceful distant airy character, but I'm quite the opposite. Almost like a spitfire. There was a tom once who came up to me - I was in a bad mood at the time - and he told me I should consider sitting in the queens' den because it might offer me some fresh air, mind you he didn't bother me again." She shakes her head, "It's a terrific, terrifying thing and in some ways it is a curse and a blessing. My aggression turns people away and makes them believe I am simply "bossy" - a criticism I'll have you find which is rare even among the most vocal male leaders - however in others who share the same beliefs we are powerful. I don't doubt it."
She readjusts herself, muttering something to herself and then carrying on, "I suppose people have also commented on my humour and my dependability. I don't consider these qualities to be so important to my work, the output of my work is much more important, but I appreciate all kind remarks I can get at this age! And the negative ones I either shake it out of them or leave them in the dust. They can kiss my behind, as the young'uns say." She chuckled, uttering a sentence so out of her vocabulary, "I like to think I'm well liked by most people, simply because a lot of people value the work I do for them. I develop relationships with people and I'm quite friendly once you break the honest and aggressive exterior. Let's just say, at this age I know how to win over a crowd." It was true; she had convinced distrusting cats of her opinions before. "I think also I give to others, not necessarily in a resource-based way or the sharing of goods, but I give people my time and I honour those who can tell me where I'm wrong." She whispered, "I'll tell you the truth though, I cannot stand people who shirk around subjects! Get on with it, man!" She smiled a little. "And I have to admit, I'm a stickler for routine and forward-thinking."
"However, anyone will tell you that I am not perfect, and I do agree with them. I am often too aggressive, too leader-like and too truthful and it upsets the faint of heart. I think also that I am too concerned with the future and with possibilities that I neglect to have fun, and sometimes people have to remind me that I have a life outside of work." The middle aged she-cat nods her head, "And yet, sometimes I am too forgiving of those I trust and I care for. I won't give a rogue a second chance and he'd be lucky to get a first, but an apprentice in my clan who had proven their loyalty and devotion who happened to just make too many mistakes I would be more apt to be sympathetic. Many criticise this as a lack of egalitarian spirit, and it's true, but I look out for my clan first and foremost, and the others can fall into place."
H I S T O R Y
There was a slight intake of breath before the she-cat began to speak of her past, "As I said earlier, people always tell me I have my mother's eyes. Truth be told I never knew her very well. Me and my siblings, we were from her second litter. Her older kits from our father were older than we were, almost six moons older, and so we never interacted with them to a great degree. My mother was quite old for her pregnancy during her second kitting and the medicine cat was surprised that she was able to give birth. Everything looked good as gold until she became very weak and withered away, forgetting everything that we were to her, even her older kits, who were understandably more damaged by the event." She sighed and looked away for a moment, "That was why I was raised mostly by my father and his sister. He raised me and my sisters to apprentice-hood on his own, and for that I owe him the world."
"My apprenticeship was fairly standard. I was mentored to a she-cat, around the age of sixty, who was strict and aggressive with me but incredibly understanding and valued honour. She was the cat who I learned the most from asides from my father and I believe that my personality emerged slightly because of her. Before her I was not as strong of a warrior or as courageous of an individual and my self-esteem fluctuated but she managed to guide me to the path that I am firmly on now." She laughed, "I only wish she would have not told me to clean the elders' den whenever I stepped out of line! I guess you could say I was an expert at that, in those days."
The senior deputy smiled, "After I finished my training I was given the name Cloverheart. Clover was the suffix my mother gave me, based on my white fur with grey patches and I know that heart was my suffix for my sheer determination and the fact that I probably would have spoken out had I been named anything else. They mean it when they say that -heart cats believe what they say." Cloverheart paused, "I was a young warrior at the time and I was around twenty moons old. My two sisters were out having fun, chasing toms for the most part or being chased by them, but I had bigger dreams. I was determined to get to the top and to be a well known warrior at the very least, though often people saw me as too determined for my own good."
Cloverheart continued, "My determination was well known, but it was not without its drawbacks, of course. And with determination came more responsibility and I decided to drop the idea of relationships - at least, romantic ones - all together and focus on my career, especially considering I was in my prime at that time. One day I was on a patrol with a group of fellow warriors when we came across a small badger and this very badger attacked one of the members of the clan, Brightfoot, and even bit me." She raised her long tail, revealing a tiny bite on the hind area of her left back leg, "Not that you would even notice, of course. I forget it's there until people tell me."
"Well I helped to bring Brightfoot to the medicine cat and once he was healed the medicine cat at the time suggested that I would help him readjust back into clan life and I agreed. I spent a lot of time with him and our progress was going well until we were a month and a half into his development when his eyesight got worse and eventually he turned blind and was forced to retire. He, understandably, was devastated and I was too." She continued, "After that event I was assigned an apprentice and after my training with that apprentice had finished I was assigned another. I don't quite remember them very well but I do have some very good memories of teaching them and one in particular with a small tortoiseshell she-cat where we toured the territory and visited this stream and she sat down and said that she felt like the water was where we all came from because it was the only place that we could see ourselves. I had to think for a long time about what that meant, and now I think I know."
She stopped and thought, "Now I was around forty moons old. My sister, the last born, had given birth to a group of kits who I watched grow up and admired greatly and I thought about my own kits but I knew I could never have any. I am not motherly material, I don't believe." She smiled, "I think I'm most content to do the job I was placed on this earth to do. I can't say that I was necessarily right or wrong in making my decision, but I am going to stick with it. Typical -heart cat, hmm?" She chuckled, "Well during my fiftieth second moon I can safely say that all my hard work paid off. I was named deputy to Finchstar, a twenty nine moon old tabby tom who is a good cat and has his heart in the right place but needs some reassurance which I'm always willing to give and I'm incredibly happy for that opportunity I've had these last months... Even if he is an ass sometimes."
There was a slight intake of breath before the she-cat began to speak of her past, "As I said earlier, people always tell me I have my mother's eyes. Truth be told I never knew her very well. Me and my siblings, we were from her second litter. Her older kits from our father were older than we were, almost six moons older, and so we never interacted with them to a great degree. My mother was quite old for her pregnancy during her second kitting and the medicine cat was surprised that she was able to give birth. Everything looked good as gold until she became very weak and withered away, forgetting everything that we were to her, even her older kits, who were understandably more damaged by the event." She sighed and looked away for a moment, "That was why I was raised mostly by my father and his sister. He raised me and my sisters to apprentice-hood on his own, and for that I owe him the world."
"My apprenticeship was fairly standard. I was mentored to a she-cat, around the age of sixty, who was strict and aggressive with me but incredibly understanding and valued honour. She was the cat who I learned the most from asides from my father and I believe that my personality emerged slightly because of her. Before her I was not as strong of a warrior or as courageous of an individual and my self-esteem fluctuated but she managed to guide me to the path that I am firmly on now." She laughed, "I only wish she would have not told me to clean the elders' den whenever I stepped out of line! I guess you could say I was an expert at that, in those days."
The senior deputy smiled, "After I finished my training I was given the name Cloverheart. Clover was the suffix my mother gave me, based on my white fur with grey patches and I know that heart was my suffix for my sheer determination and the fact that I probably would have spoken out had I been named anything else. They mean it when they say that -heart cats believe what they say." Cloverheart paused, "I was a young warrior at the time and I was around twenty moons old. My two sisters were out having fun, chasing toms for the most part or being chased by them, but I had bigger dreams. I was determined to get to the top and to be a well known warrior at the very least, though often people saw me as too determined for my own good."
Cloverheart continued, "My determination was well known, but it was not without its drawbacks, of course. And with determination came more responsibility and I decided to drop the idea of relationships - at least, romantic ones - all together and focus on my career, especially considering I was in my prime at that time. One day I was on a patrol with a group of fellow warriors when we came across a small badger and this very badger attacked one of the members of the clan, Brightfoot, and even bit me." She raised her long tail, revealing a tiny bite on the hind area of her left back leg, "Not that you would even notice, of course. I forget it's there until people tell me."
"Well I helped to bring Brightfoot to the medicine cat and once he was healed the medicine cat at the time suggested that I would help him readjust back into clan life and I agreed. I spent a lot of time with him and our progress was going well until we were a month and a half into his development when his eyesight got worse and eventually he turned blind and was forced to retire. He, understandably, was devastated and I was too." She continued, "After that event I was assigned an apprentice and after my training with that apprentice had finished I was assigned another. I don't quite remember them very well but I do have some very good memories of teaching them and one in particular with a small tortoiseshell she-cat where we toured the territory and visited this stream and she sat down and said that she felt like the water was where we all came from because it was the only place that we could see ourselves. I had to think for a long time about what that meant, and now I think I know."
She stopped and thought, "Now I was around forty moons old. My sister, the last born, had given birth to a group of kits who I watched grow up and admired greatly and I thought about my own kits but I knew I could never have any. I am not motherly material, I don't believe." She smiled, "I think I'm most content to do the job I was placed on this earth to do. I can't say that I was necessarily right or wrong in making my decision, but I am going to stick with it. Typical -heart cat, hmm?" She chuckled, "Well during my fiftieth second moon I can safely say that all my hard work paid off. I was named deputy to Finchstar, a twenty nine moon old tabby tom who is a good cat and has his heart in the right place but needs some reassurance which I'm always willing to give and I'm incredibly happy for that opportunity I've had these last months... Even if he is an ass sometimes."
