Lucky / Clover

Lucky is a small, fluffy, dappled light brown tom with green eyes. His spots are dark brown and golden, and he has a white muzzle, chest marking, and tipped tail. On the top of his head, there is a wayward tuft of fur that constantly sticks up, and no matter how much someone tries, it never flattens

He is pretty short, one of the shortest cats in the entire forest. His fur is very soft, despite it appearing spiky at times.

He is very open, friendly, kind and immediately trusting of others. Not really one for fights, would rather much prefer helping out in other ways or trying to resolve issues with words. Despite this, he is not afraid to be incredibly defensive when someone he cares about is in danger. He's also a bit of a klutz, and you can fluster him quite easily. He loves being in groups, and socializing with others.

He prides himself on being optimistic and positive, calling it "the only strong thing about him." Very self-conscience about his worth, often believing he does'nt deserve any kind of high praise. He also HATES being alone, he needs to be in a social setting, otherwise, it makes him feel awful.

Lucky was born in a twoleg den, alongside his sister Koko. For the first 3 months of his life, he would constantly be near his mother's side or playing with his sister. His sister would usually win their playfights, but he didn't care, since he had fun playing with her anyways.

One day, a new twoleg entered into their home, and played with Lucky and Koko briefly. It was really fun! The twoleg was very kind to both of them, but especially Lucky. They even picked him up in their arms and carried him, which was fun, but the twoleg didn't put him down. In fact, they started leaving the twoleg den, without his sister. The two of them were piecing together what was happening, and both tried to get to each other, with Lucky squirming in the twoleg's grasp, and Koko trying to climb up their legs. She was pulled off, and Lucky left, calling out for his sister the whole time.

At the new twoleg den, he was fitted with a collar. It was green, and was fitted with a nametag and bell. He spent the day wandering his new home, and thinking about his sister. He already missed her, and wondered if she felt the same. He didn't want to play with anything the twoleg gave him right away, as he could only worry about Koko's wellbeing. Soon enough, he managed to get back to his normal peppy self, still thinking about his sister, but pushing forward.

A few more months pass, and Lucky bonds with his twoleg owner a lot. They're really nice, give him lots of attention, and even let him go outside. He's still missing his sister, but at least he has the love of a twoleg. One day, a new group of twolegs come, and they have a cat. She is blue-gray with blue eyes, and introduces herself as Glimmer. The two became friends pretty quickly, and would talk and play together. The twolegs who owned Glimmer would bring her often, and both the cats saw each other as very close friends.

They would see each other on and off for two months, until Glimmer's twolegs came by without her. He heard her twolegs and his twoleg talking, trying to listen in. He didn't fully understand what they were saying, but he knew what some of the words meant, and he knew and understood that Glimmer had gone missing. She had been missing for a few days, and there had been a fire in the forest behind his twoleg den a few days ago, so he became worried again. Thoughts of both his sister, and now Glimmer filled his mind, Every cat he had ever connected to has just... disappeared from his life. He had no clue about their well-being; no clue if they were alive. He didn't believe they were dead, there was no way. He hoped they were both thriving right now, despite everything. Thinking about Glimmer being nowhere to be found did fill him with sadness again, but it seems his twoleg understood, and comforted him right after. His twoleg was nice, but he still wish he had a cat to be around again.

Many months later, Lucky is hanging around outside, soaking in the sun, until he hears yowling, hissing, and whimpering over the side of the fence. It sounded like a cat fighting a fox, ending with the fox running away. If the fox had run away, did the cat win? Maybe he should check. He hopped over the fence, and looked around, and looked in horror as he saw a wounded white cat, covered in scars, their paws completely burnt, passed out and bleeding. He ran back to his twoleg, getting their attention, and leading them to the cat. He sat at home as they brought the white cat to the vet.