Clover

𝖆 𝖌𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖋𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉 𝖎𝖘 𝖘𝖎𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖆𝖗 𝖙𝖔 𝖆 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖗-𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖋 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗, 𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖑𝖚𝖈𝖐𝖞 𝖙𝖔 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊

Spoiler

Your chosen wolf's fur slowly turns green, as small sprouts of clover start to combine with individual hair strands. Go and see Pointed (#11655803)

Clover knows the true meaning of friendship. He has a bond that he'll never forget with his pack leader, Spore. Clover wasn't really a wolf more like a... well, actually he didn't know. How should you explain his existence? One that wasn't supposed to, well... exist. Here, I'll show you:
Clover was swaying in the breeze. He stretched out his four leaves towards the sunlight, breathing a content sigh. He was in power. No one could stop him. Not only was he a four-leaf clover, but he had a full consciousness, which meant all other clovers were in his command. Every day, he got his clovers to deliver him nutrients, alert him of pests, and direct him to the sun. Life was perfect- for him. The clovers around him slowly wilted, due to the lack of food and sun that Clover was taking from them.
One day, though, Clover was met by a terrible, horrible realization. Mold was growing on him. He furiously shook in the wind, tried to get his fellow plants to help, but to no prevail. He was doomed to die a death, one of slow suffering. That's when Spore came.
Spore saw the one four-leaf clover, in a bout of mold. She somehow sensed his consciousness, and asked, "Why have you deserved this?"
Clover just glared at her. "None of your business." he said to the multi-colored wolf. "What's your name, anyways?"
"Answer my question first." the wolf said, "Then I'll answer yours."