โคxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxโฅxxxi. clove, foxpaw, foxflight ii. 32 moons iii.
xxxshe-cat iv. past rogue, joining fallsclan v.
xxxheterosexual/romantic vi. no crush vii. bright
xxxginger pelt viii. amber eyes ix. prefix: fox for
xxxher pelt color, suffix: flight for her speed and
xxxagility x. tenacious, bold xi. stubborn, guarded
xxxxii. scent of juniper berries and mossโฃxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxโข .โฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌ(๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ !!)โฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌ Clove was born into a group of rogues that had staked their territory west of the falls. Things
had always been tough for them, with the amount of rogues in the area prey was hard to come
by and tensions were high. Her mother passed when she was barely out of kithood after a scuffle
over territory, her father tried his best to raise her well, but he had never really been the same
after his mate had died. The two remained with the rogue groups and survived as well as they
could, but when her father succumbed to greencough one leafbare, the group decided that Clove
was now just another mouth to feed. Shortly after her father's passing they chased her out of
their territory. She lived as a lone rogue for a short while, doing her best to survive without a
community around her, however, it wasn't long before she had been weakened due to sparse
meals. In desperation, Clove decided to hunt near the falls, she had always been told by her
father to never come near her due to the dangerous terrain and presence of a clan of cats but
she needed to eat. She had been stalking a mouse among the roots of a tree and she hadn't
noticed the cliffside in her hunger. The next thing she knew, the earth was moving out from
underneath her and she was tumbling toward the ground. By some miracle, she was still alive
when she got to the bottom, but she had injured one of her hind legs as it had been caught in
some rubble. She decided to seek help from the nearby clan cats and they tentatively took
her in to give her a chance to recover, Clove found herself admiring the clan's way of life and
so she asked to join as a warrior, she is now about to become a Fallsclan apprentice.
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Clove is a bit of a prickly pear at first glance, having survived in such a hostile environment for
so long, she finds it very difficult to trust in others. Once she has warmed up to those around
her, Clove is much sweeter. She has always been too afraid to form bonds with others, but it
has always been something that she has secretly craved. Being able to live among the clan
cats still feels a little too good to be true for her and so for now, she is doing whatever she
can to ensure that she won't be chased out again. She is courageous and will happily jump
into activities headfirst, she is quite happy to get her paws dirty and will not back down from
a fight if she believes that she is right, though this can sometimes land her in trouble!