#Hailface

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Random Background OC Facts bc I Can

Raintail's father left the Clans when she was a kit

In the original concepts I had of Willowthorn and Smithy, Clover was another one of his kits, making them half-sisters. Whether they still are is up to you!

Volespring had a crush on Littlepelt as a 'paw.

Antpaw's warrior name would've been Antspots or Antskip

Ravenwind's mentor had future visions, and knew what she would become

Ravenwind was named after WindClan, bc it was a WindClan warrior that ended Leopardpoppy's life

Smokestripe is considering a second litter

Raintail and Ravenfur was raised mostly by Hailface and Badgerberry, and were therefore pretty close growing up

Finchcloud regrets not being a medicine cat, and fears that his son is StarClan's retribution

Flintpoppy never had half the respect Dovefrost did in ThunderClan

Sweetshine’s mother was named Berrybird. That has absolutely no effect on anything I just rlly like that name.

In an original draft of Deep Dive, Spiderstar would’ve taken Weaselface to ShadowClan and revealed that Brackenstar was alive and inside of it- a duty given to potential deputies was to carry this knowledge, and take one of his lives. Brackenstar would’ve been mostly decay and rot and empty, and Weasel would’ve taken his last life, freeing him.

Ice Cube is 100% inspired by plucky anime protags. He’s got spikey fur and an upbeat attitude, and if he could he’d say dattebayo

Ngl I’ve had this one cat ya’ll haven’t met yet who’s either gonna end up as Lioncreek or Stripeface’s adopted kid, I legitimately haven’t decided which, if not both, and I find it hilarious that they might end up bonding over sudden fathership

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Guys I’m overthinking cats again

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Title: Resilience

Summary: With a harsh Leaf-bare on the horizon, the Clans are in a bad way. Petalkit is growing up under the stern gaze of her father, Ravenfur, when suddenly everything changes. Stuck in RiverClan until WindClan can produce enough catmint- something no Clan has in these temperatures- she does what any kit would do. She adapts.

Chapters: 28/40

Chapter Title: Story Time

Excerpt:

Sedgepaw let out a low rumble, paws flexing. He batted at her tail. "Come back to me, warm pillow."

"Can't," she said, though the urge was there. Petalpaw glanced at the herbs stuck to her arms with cobwebs- not many of them had survived the trip. "Whitestripe needs me."

Petalpaw soon realized that most of the Clan was still asleep, recovering from the long trip. The black and white she-cat was still exhausted herself, stumbling and slipping on the old and wet hay. Thankfully, she didn't run into any of the sleeping bundles, so no one was witness to her lack of grace. The low murmuring of Cloudwillow caught her ear, making it swivel to the side.

"I actually got my name as a joke," he meowed earnestly. "See, when I was a 'paw, I ran into this big willow tree."

There was a snort she quickly identified as Checkers'. "What were you running from?"

"I wasn't! That's the embarrassing thing!" There was a purr in his voice, the mortification an old and scabbed wound. "I was trying to show off my scenting skills, and I kept calling back to see if Dawnbelly was watching me. Then I bonked into the willow. Where did you get your name?"

"Meh," Checkers said, shrugging. "My mother liked watching Twolegs play checkers."

"Play?"

"It's a game. They bat these little circle bits around with their paws."

"Is it for hunting?"

"She didn't think so. Most of the kits she saw never really seemed all that interested in it."

Cloudwillow slowly shook his head, baffled. "Twolegs are weird."

This was immensely satisfying to write tbh.

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Title: Resilience

Summary: With a harsh Leaf-bare on the horizon, the Clans are in a bad way. Petalkit is growing up under the stern gaze of her father, Ravenfur, when suddenly everything changes. Stuck in RiverClan until WindClan can produce enough catmint- something no Clan has in these temperatures- she does what any kit would do. She adapts.

Chapters: 30/40

Chapter Title: Ghostly Celebrations

Excerpt:

Soon, the snow underpaw was crushed into a smooth and slick pathway, reminiscent of ice. Hunting was hard enough as it was, but it didn't help matters much that they had to slip and slide as they chased after any half-starved squirrel or injured vole they could get their claws on. Petalpaw was hungry enough to lunge, claws outstretched, into anything if it garnered even a slight chance of a mouthful. It had gotten Sandstream a half-dead adder the day before.

A shriek of terror had her on her toes. There was a thud, some scuttling, and finally Checkers calling, "I caught a bird! Also, I think I bruised my shoulder."

Rabbit-dung! Petalpaw reluctantly slid back over to where the voice had come from, finding the brown tabby holding her paw off the ground, a robin clamped tightly in her jaws. "How'd you manage this?"

"She fell out of the tree," Dawnbelly chipped in, nodding to a snapped branch laying almost innocently in the snow. "Nice catch, by the way."

The medicine cat glared up at the warrior. "And you didn't stop her... why?"

He shrugged. "Checkers is a full-grown cat, not an apprentice. She can make her own decisions."

Here's to 30 chapters, everybody! I honestly didn't think I'd have this many, and we're not quite into the last bit yet! That'll start next chapter, for sure. =)

I'm considering making a short drabble series on the side for this 'fic with various kitties. Dunno if I'll do it, but I might!

(You know you're trying to write emotional stuff when you're listening to the Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron soundtrack while you do it.)

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Title: Resilience

Summary: With a harsh Leaf-bare on the horizon, the Clans are in a bad way. Petalkit is growing up under the stern gaze of her father, Ravenfur, when suddenly everything changes. Stuck in RiverClan until WindClan can produce enough catmint- something no Clan has in these temperatures- she does what any kit would do. She adapts.

Chapters: 31/40

Chapter Title: A Learning Experience

Excerpt:

Petalpaw tried her best to stay awake, eyelids drooping, but she was exhausted from working with Lionpaw for days on end. She pressed her muzzle into Barkthroat's shoulder and dozed. Hailface and Badgerberry laughed and chatted with various cats, most of whom the medicine cat apprentice didn't recognize, their voices tinkling like rain water.

Is this what it's like in StarClan? She wondered, watching with awe as the spirit of the kittypet she had spotted earlier engaged with a warrior who reeked of ShadowClan. Everyone comes and goes together, without boundaries? It sounded nice. Comforting.

As the night grew old and day grew young, the voices fell into a hush. The smell of WindClan still surrounded Petalpaw, so she knew they had yet to leave her, but the air had become tense. She forced her eyes to open. A large gray molly immediately grabbed her attention as she moved through the cave with purpose. Her front two canines stuck out of her lips due to overbite. She reminded Petalpaw of Missy, but there was no yellow in her eyes.

"Rise," the gray molly whispered, thrusting her nose into Checkers' scruff. "Come to me, little one."

Petalpaw was surprised when Checkers responded, lifting out of her form like she had some time prior. She hadn't thought a normal cat could hear the spirits, even at a time like this. She'd assumed Lionpaw to be a special case with his fever and torn limb. Could I have nudged the entire Clan awake, and have them see their deceased family and friends? Guilt slammed full-force into her belly. I didn't know!

Go Rowanpaw! I'm so happy for her!

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