"Listen to your heart, it's a quiet voice that needs listening to."

Cloverbee is arguably the strangest cat in Brightclan. Beyond having a male lover and two adopted kittens, Cloverbee is the kindest and sweetest cat you'll meet. He tries to give everyone as much love as he can, knowing that he would want the same. He's a bit of a clumsy fellow and bumbles around, but he has a sort of cheery aura that will make any cat feel better just being in his presence. Whether it's in the nursery or in the medicine den, he's always found doing something or other for someone else. Unfortunately, that makes him feel like he doesn't need help in turn when he's sick or injured and most hate to argue with him about it.

Early Life

When his mother went into labor, something went wrong. She eventually bled out, but before she lost consciousness, she was able to name her first and only surviving kit. On the brink of passing out and was a little incoherent, she had misheard the medicine cat tell her that he was a tom. She named him Cloverkit, a feminine name as thought by the clan. Before her mate could question her on the name, she died. Respecting her wishes, her mate and Cloverkit's father Torrentclaw let the kit keep the name. Although it was odd at first, most cats got used to the name. Cloverkit for the most part was normal, though he felt lonely sometimes, having no siblings, and no other kittens in the nursery to play with. Although Torrentclaw tried his best to make Cloverkit happy, he was extremely protective of Cloverkit, which often led to embarrassing moments.

Finding a Purpose

Even at his young age, Cloverkit knew he was not destined to be a warrior. Becoming an apprentice, Cloverpaw decided to try becoming a medicine cat. Despite his tolerance for looking at injuries and sickness and a pretty good memory for herbs, Cloverpaw just wasn't happy. He was lonely and mentally tired of memorizing so much information and with the encouragement from his mentor switched back to a warrior. Despite his best efforts, Cloverbee didn't excel at anything warrior-related. He hated the hostility and anxiety of patrolling, and lacked the instinct for hunting. Although he eventually graduated as a warrior, Cloverbee just was miserable. The only joy he ever found in day-to-day life was visiting the nursery and tending the plants in the herb garden he had helped his former medicine cat mentor plant. Then, he got an idea. Queens in the nursery always needed help and an extra paw to watch the young ones while they went out, so why not make it his job to do that? With little persuasion, Hickorystar allowed Cloverbee to move to the nursery. And he was content, allowing his nurturing and motherly instincts become stronger. He would hunt for and tend to the kits and Queens, repair the dens, babysit, and general camp maintenance that was needed. When there wasn't anything left to do, he would hunt.

Tragedy to Joy

Because he was always available as an extra pair of paws, Cloverbee oftentimes accompanied his clanmates into the town to visit friends of the clan and to find any recruits. He was even part of recruiting a cat called Jag, a stray tom who could only be described as a tired traveler. Cloverbee was the equivalent of the tour guide, showing this new cat around their camp and territory. They became fast friends, Cloverbee being one of the cats Jag had met in the clan. When Jag would come back from a patrol, Cloverbee was there to chat or share tongues. They would often go out hunting as a pair, quietly enjoying each other's company. Soon, Cloverbee found out he liked Jag, but more than just a friend. At first he kept quiet about it, but some clanmates had caught on to their friendship and would tease them. Same-gender relationships were uncommon but not unheard of, and it was treated and congratulated just as any other relationship. Cloverbee still went out into the town periodically, and actually came across some kittens unattended and open to the elements. He and the other cat he was with decided to wait for the mother to offer her shelter in their clan, but none came. The kits were hungry and clearly were abandoned after only a few days. Cloverbee took pity on them and brought them back to the clan, though at the time there was no Queen to nurse them. Thankfully, going back into the town later that day they were able to find a willing Queen with the promise of food and shelter. Her name was Softwing, and she had three kits Cassandra, Daisy and Sunny. Five kits was a lot with the orphaned additions Silverkit and Crowkit. Eventually, Cloverbee and Jag adopted them into their family as their own. Softwing's kits were older than Silverkit and Crowkit, so about when they were weaned Softwing's kits were very close to apprenticeship.