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CloudOfEarlyAutumn {Ex-Admin}

Ehhhh I dunno what to put in here so here goes:

Y'all may call me Leopard. Or Autumn, but I probably will think, who's that? before I realize, oh, they're talking to me. So just call me Leopard.

I play Clash of Clans, and, unsuprisingly, my user there is Leopard. I'm in what used to be a great clan, one of the most prominent Warriors clans out there . . . but now, we've made like FeatherClan and faceplanted. It's called Warrior Cats. But we tried and mostly failed to move clans, so now I'm in SwiftClan.

I do triathlons. Never heard of them? Well, when we moved from Maryland to Tennessee, I had no idea what they were either. Kudos if you know what they are, and double kudos (I don't even know XD) if you do them.

Basically, it's where you swim, bike, and run. My fastest time is probably 17-18 minutes. My favorite part is the running, but I'm a really good swimmer and I bike okay-ish.

I'm very tall for my age, standing at 5"4, taller then my mother. I do cross country (the running XC, not horseback riding or skiing), and I'm on a swim team in the winter.

I love reading, especially Harry Potter and Warriors. A favorite stand-alone novel would be The Cat Master, or something about cats, mythology, or magic.

I dislike Percy Jackson. Don't kill me.

I consider myself to be an average writer, not amazing, but not terrible either. I am nazi-like about grammar and punctuation and the proper use of language, so if there are any grammatical mistakes in any of my books, it's either purposeful or accidental . . . but I hope the latter are few.

My personality. Well, I'm very physical, so if someone is bullying my friends, they're gonna find themselves body-slammed in an instant. I make friends pretty easily, but I'm not a naturally popular person. Not that I really want to be.
I'm slightly sarcastic, get along fine with other people, and love correcting my friends when they've made a grammar mistake. It comes natural to me.

If you ever visited my house, and were allergic to cats, you'd die in a second. I currently own nine cats, have two ponds with fish, and the neighborhood chickens like to randomly wander around our yard. Next to my house, there's a field. In the field, there's a pretty large cliff (I measured. 16 feet, roughly.) that is mostly sand and dirt, no real stone.

I have dug handholds and footholds on the sides, and cleared away much of the debris on the top. It is my personal fort. I love going up there late in the summer with my cats, where it's shaded by some huge bushes growing straight out of the cliff and one small-ish spruce tree.
Thankfully, mosquitoes avoid that place (for reasons I do not know, but am thankful for), so I'm not bothered by the small demons.

I call it Thorn. When I first discovered it, my friend and I were wandering around the field with a few cats and noticed it. We decided to climb it. We went over and discovered the small problem with our idea: there was a huge wall of thorns in front of it. We found a small fox-trail leading up it and managed to squeeze in, getting scratched multiple times by the thorns.

We climbed up easily, using the slope and the roots of one bush to our advantage. We sat there for a while, enjoying the view. My friend's younger sister had come as well, and since she hadn't wanted to climb, she was waiting at the bottom for us to come down, tapping her foot constantly and yelling at us.

Sighing, we began to go down. Now, I'm not going to get into the details, but it did not end well. We slid down, my friend's sister went to call for help, I started slipping into the thorns, my mom managed to rescue, us, and we didn't go over to the cliff for a while.

When we did . . . . we made it Thorn.

That was a long story, and this is nearing 750 words already. So I'm going to wrap it up now, because I can't think of anything else. So bye. I hope you enjoyed this. I hope it helped you understand me a little better.

~Leopard