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  • midnightclan | signups

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; height: 40px; width: 350px; border: none; font: 45px andale mono; color: navy; text-shadow: 0px 0px 8px white; font-align: center]cloverleaf ![/fancypost]

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    name: cloverleaf
    rank: medicine cat
    gender: female
    age: three years




    personality: cloverleaf is very level-headed and calm with a brisk attitude and very little showing of affection or any emotion.
    basics- blunt, brisk, and level-headed
    history: she was born in midnightclan, always interested in herbs and healing knowledge.
    basics- born clan member
    appearance: white with golden tabby markings and dull, yellow eyes.
    basics- white w/ markings & yellow eyes.




    parents: n/a
    kin: n/a
    mate: n/a
    crush: n/a




    username: poppytea
    screen-name: poppytea
    activity: 5/10
    other: negan is my favorite character at the moment.[/fancypost]

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  • olive skies > open, joining

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 390px; text-align: justify;]Holland was exhausted by the time she reached the border of WindClan territory. Her eyes, a sparkling shade of green, had not eased their intense joy, however.


    The blue point had bounced and dawdled a portion of the way here, wasting time and playing around with whatever creatures she could find. She had amassed quite a bit of colorful flowers, all stuff in a satchel on her side. The colors ranged from a light lilac to a deep cerulean.


    Hopefully WindClan would accept her and she'd become a mighty warrior, just like her mother had told her. Just the thought made the molly's paws itch with excitement.


    She had just reached her sixth moon of age. That meant she would be apprenticed, right? Oh how exciting!

  • midnightclan | roleplay

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 390px; text-align: justify;]Cloverleaf seemed to be the first cat up in MidnightClan's camp. The white molly was carefully sorting herbs outside her den, picking away at the dead and shriveled leaves in her store and and organizing the healthy ones into little rows.


    She was quite hungry, so she stopped her organizing attempt and headed over to the freshkill pile, hoping to see someone else to eat breakfast with.

  • Anyone have any old fanclans I could merge together?

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 390px; text-align: justify;]I'm looking for some old fanclans that have gone inactive to use in a backstory for the group I'm creating. It doesn't matter how many posts it has and I'll appreciate all contributions. I'm really looking for a good backstory of a bunch of clans banding together. :^)

  • daisychains / hunting meet & greet - open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 390px; text-align: justify;]The dew had just began to dry when Mintpatch emerged from the warrior's den, her green eyes bright and warm and her stomach growling. When the blue point made her way over to the fresh-kill pile she noticed the serious lack of tasty prey.


    With a sigh the molly spun around. "Alright, does anyone want to go on a hunting patrol?"

  • Boop ( open, dual-membership

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 390px; text-align: justify;]Mintpatch looked at the new joiner warily. The blue point molly was not much for strangers. "Why should we trust a ThunderClanner?" The girl mewed snidely, ignoring her leader's reprimand about being courteous.

  • daisychains / hunting meet & greet - open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 390px; text-align: justify;]Mintpatch cocked her head and smiled. "Alright, lets go then. Anyone else who wants to come can catch up." The molly mewed before bounding away and into the forest.


    Once they were well into the territory Minty let her brisk pace slow. "So," She started, her voice low. "My name is Mintpatch, if you didn't know. I don't get out much it seems."

  • Boop ( open, dual-membership

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 390px; text-align: justify;]Mintpatch huffed, narrowing her eyes. How dare she call her inexperienced? Choosing to bite her tongue, the molly decided to pad off before she got in any trouble for clawing this cats ears off.

  • daisychains / hunting meet & greet - open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 390px; text-align: justify;]"Doing quite fine. I have to say though, there seems to be a lack of training around here." The girl whistled. "Would you mind if I held some battle training sometime? Something like a sparring session?" Mintpatch found battle training quite enjoyable, and the thought of fighting made her quite ancy to get into a real battle.

  • daisychains / hunting meet & greet - open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 390px; text-align: justify;]Mintpatch grinned warmly and quirked a non-existent eyebrow at the tom's charm. "Mintpatch." She replied tartly. "Please, do join us. I think I scented a thrush beyond those bushes over there. I'll go check it out." She pulled away from the group, giving them a courteous nod.


    The thrush was in between two berry bushes, picking at the seeds underneath. With a leap, Mintpatch aimed to dispatch her prey but her fur caught in the brambles of the berry bush in the last second and her quarry escaped. Trying to regain her footing and dignity, Mintpatch scowled. "Darn bird."

  • midnightclan | roleplay

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 390px; text-align: justify;]Cloverleaf looked up from her chosen meal, a decent sized mouse, and scowled. "That's hardly a way to speak to your Medicine Cat." She snorted. What was it with young toms? She couldn't hide the fact that she was flattered, however, and her cheeks grew hot.