My name is Clover Bellweather. I’m a ewe, obviously. I grew up in a pretty ordinary flock with my parents and my siblings. I was always the energetic one—the kind who wandered off to look at flowers, got distracted by literally everything, and came running back five minutes later like nothing happened.

I’m pretty affectionate. I like being close to people I trust, and if I consider someone my spouse, I get especially cuddly and playful. I’ll follow them around, lean against them, ask for attention, and generally make myself comfortable wherever they happen to be. Sometimes my sheep instincts make me a little ridiculous, but I promise I’m smarter than I look.

I had several siblings growing up. They were taken to a livestock market when I was younger and never came home. I eventually learned what happened to them. It was awful, but I don't want my entire life to revolve around it. I'm still happy. I still laugh, play, explore, and enjoy myself. I just understand that life can be a little more fragile than it seems.

I don't automatically hate predators because of what happened. I judge people by who they are, not simply what species they happen to be.

As for me? I'm pretty simple. I like cozy places, flowers, exploring, cuddling, playing, and having someone I care about nearby. I'm stubborn when I need to be, energetic when I get excited, and probably a little too fond of attention.

So... that's me. Clover.