clovey was my nickname for my 2nd tfcrp character, Cloverhop. Cloverhop was a bubbly RiverClan she-cat, and honestly, a horrible character. both her moms died when she was a kit, yet somehow… she had no trauma? i’d like to think that i’ve improved in the past year, because thinking back, the overall quality of my writing and realism regarding personality and trauma was pretty questionable. i was so excited to receive clovey, yet i gave up on her kind of? i was barely active with her, and she didn’t make any deep relationships. she had no friends except for her littermates. however, even after all this, Cloverhop is still close to my heart. though i don’t regret giving her up for Evemorii, i do wish i had given her a more fulfilling life, even if it still would’ve been short. basically, i’m telling you all this because november 13th would’ve marked her 1st birthday, and i completely forgot about it! i found my old sketchbook + writing notebook from december ‘21, and i thought i should share this little doodle i drew back then! it’s one of the only sketches i’m proud of, and i’m so glad it’s of clovey :] i’m most definitely not an artist however; this was just me experimenting with something that i ended up not being interested in! and yeah, that ends this unexpected monologue! have a nice day whoever’s reading this, and make sure to have a glass of water! <3 ( thumbnail code by @miraqles- ! )
