Cloverblaze of PineClan

Username: DisappearingMirror

Name: Cloverblaze
Gender: She-cat (Altered)
Age: 75 Moons
Mother: Mothwhisper
Father: Nightstalker
Siblings: Unknown
Mate(s): N/A
Crush/Love Interest(s): N/A
Offspring: None
Mentor: Redtail
Apprentice: None
Allegiance: PineClan
Rank: Elder
Description: Cloverblaze is the kind of she-cat that put great emotional value in her appearance when she was younger. Now that she has aged and her ginger pelt is thinning and her once crystal clear amber eyes grow dull, she is frustrated. She was once one of the most beautiful she-cats in all of the clans. She flirted with toms from all allegiances, though hers were unquestionable. Now, despite all of the grooming she gives her fur, it has lost its shine and she seems to only steadily grow plumper with the seasons. She is, perhaps, one of the few fat clan cats, and she nearly dispairs to have lost her warrior build.
Personality: Cloverblaze is a short tempered elder. Vicious towards apprentices, blunt with other elders, and indifferent towards warriors, it is often joked that she has always been grumpy, but that is not true. When she was a young warrior, she was kind and sweet, full of life and love. At the peak of her skill and the height of her life, she was preparing to have a litter of kits when two-legs caught her. They caged her and tortured her, poking her with sharp metal things and making her fall asleep. When she awoke, the kittens inside of her were no more. She was returned to the camp, numb and bitter. From that day forth, she was sharp with everyone, and age seems to only have put a razor's edge on her tongue.
History: Cloverkit was born to a loving couple. Raised with several siblings, she was doted on and truly felt loved growing up. Her mentor was kind and patient with her...perhaps a bit more than kind, especially once she was no longer his apprentice, but a full fledged warrior. The two became mates and were deeply in love. That changed when the two-legs captured her. She hadn't announced her pregnancy to any, not even her mate yet, and it was stolen away. She felt hollow, violated. Her world crumbled around her, and there was nothing he could do to help. Perhaps part of her temper with him was punishing him. He would never know the pain she had endured. He would never be able to right the wrongs. She pushed him away until he was no longer hers, and then she was alone, and alone she has remained since.
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