#Minkwhisker

[shrikeicee]

local suburban family and their dead uncle who haunts them

[fruit-clans-clangen]

Moon 0

The founding of the clans

All the cats gathered in the center of the small clearing. The clearing was next to the twoleg place with trees going south. To the east of the cats there were plains. In the center of all of them were four cats. Mumblefire, a medium furred white and pale ginger tom, Elkfoot, a long furred white and light gray rosetted tom, Minkwhisker, a medium furred pale ginger and blue tabby she-cat, and Doethroat, a medium furred blue-gray tom. 

Minkwhisker, being the youngest of the four, stepped forward to speak. “We all know we’ve all been traveling for a long time. Starclan has contacted us saying this is where we are to stay. Since the lake flooded and we are a long way from home it is time for a new era of the clans.” She paused to breathe. “Thunderclan, Skyclan, Windclan, and Shadowclan no longer exist.” 

This caused an uproar from the cats. “Why must the clans change?” A voice called. A medium furred, dark gray marbled tabby she-cat named Thriftgrass was standing. “The first time the clans moved the names didn’t change.”

“This time is different.” Said Doethroat. “This is the best thing for the clan.” 

“And how do you know that?” Thriftgrass’s tail was swinging back and forth. “Did Starclan tell you?” She said Starclan as if it was a joke. 

“Yes.” Doethroat responded coldly. Thriftgrass sat back down, appalled. “You can continue, Minkwhisker.” He told her. 

“I will take Windclan as the new Blueberryclan.” She continued. All the cats that traveled from Windclan hesitantly stepped forward to stand behind Minkwhisker. The group was really small, only having eight cats. Mumblefire stepped forward next. “I’ll take Thunderclan as the new Strawberryclan.” Another group of seven cats stepped forward and walked behind the elder. Elkfoot spoke next. “I’ll take Shadowclan as the new Lemonclan.” This time seven cats stepped forward to stand behind their guide. It was then Doethroat’s turn to speak. “And lastly, I’ll take Skyclan as the new Bananaclan.” Nine cats fell in behind Doethroat. 

Mumblefire spoke to the newly named Strawberryclan. “Mossytail please step forward.” A really young tom walked up to Mumblefire. “Mossytail, you are to be the leader of Strawberryclan.” The ginger tom’s fur prickled in surprise. He was only made a warrior last moon! “Everyone please welcome Strawberrystar of Strawberryclan!” 

There were few cheers for him as the rest of the cats started murmuring to each other. Elkfoot stepped forward to name the leader of Lemonclan. “Pikelight, please step forward.” A young she-cat stepped forward with her head held high. The gray bengal point she-cat’s fur was prickling with excitement this time. “Everyone welcome Lemonstar of Lemonclan!” This time there were more cheers but there were still cats murmuring questions to each other. 

Minkwhisker then named Frostfur as Blueberrystar of Blueberryclan. The pale gray rosetted she-cat smiled nervously as cats cheered for her. Doethroat named Slightbloom as Bananastar of Bananaclan. The silver torbie point looked around, locking gazes with everyone, trying to show her importance. Slightbloom was the oldest cat to be chosen as leader, being 112 moons. 

“Why aren’t you guys being leaders?” Strawberrystar asked in a shaky, nervous voice, just loud enough for everyone to hear. He took a deep breath. “You seem to know what you’re doing.” He said in a clearer voice. All the cats murmured and nodded their heads in agreement with Strawberrystar.

Minkwhisker chuckled. “Oh, my dears. How naive you are.”

“We are Starclan spirits. We were sent and reborn just for this purpose. Even though some of us had to wait very long to fulfill our destiny.” She told all the clans calmly. The other three stood next to her, gazing around at all the cats. 

Some cats in the audience gasped, but others laughed. “Haha! Yeah right!” Lemonstar laughed uncontrollably. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. You just want to avoid responsibility.” She accused them. 

Elkfoot rolled his eyes and stepped out of his living body, emerging as a Starclan spirit. The others followed his actions and all the cats were flabbergasted. Lemonstar looked dumbfounded as he laid his ears all the way back and stepped away, scared. “Oh…” Was all he managed to say. 

“Find the Moon Tree to speak with us and gain your nine lives, leaders.” Minkwhisker spoke before disappearing into the sky with the others. 

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All the medicine cats were wandering the territories. The camps, the borders, and the full-moon meeting place have already been found and figured out. Countless patrols have already gone around mapping out the territory but none have found the Moon Tree that the Starclan guides had talked about. 

It was time for the first half moon meeting on the new territory. Having no communication with Starclan, the medicine cats decided to search the territory surrounding the clans to see if they could find anything. 

“My paws are tired.” Blinkpaw complained. 

“I’m sure we’re almost there.” Her mentor, Droughtwatcher, told her. Lemonclan is lucky to already have a medicine cat apprentice. Flightsky thought to himself. Droughtwatcher was really old and needed an apprentice. Blinkpaw is lucky to have a mentor like him. Flightsky thought back to his own mentor who had been very strict with him. 

“Guys, I think I see something!” Scorchsplash called back to the rest of the medicine cats. They all ran to catch up. They were right along the border of Bananaclan and Strawberryclan. 

Flightsky’s breath was taken away at the sight. There was a tall tree with a bunch of white flowers on its branches with some leaves. In the moonlight it looked as if the tree was glowing. “This is definitely the Moon Tree.” Doveshine said, amazed. 

“Well come on!” Flightsky laughed, running toward the tree. Even though Flightsky was getting old he still had the spunkiness of a kitten. 

All the medicine cats settled around the tree and touched their nose to it as they fell asleep to dream.

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[ravenbarley-barn]

With all due respect sir wtf is that name

[quiverpaw]

going to answer all of these for fun

👴 : fav elder? i really really like elder sandstorm! i'm sorry, i just didn't care for her bully personality sandpaw or sadly stereotypical momish sandstorm

❓️ : fav total background character (im not talking minor characters like say. whitewing or moonlight, i mean cats with like...3 lines tops)

oh, absolutely toadstep. undoubtably, he's my profile picture (as of typing). he's birchfall's friend and he so desperately wants to make friends with the other clans but is too much of a code stickler

📖 : fav comic page from any of the mangas and why

this one cuz like. what a fucking liar

👶 : how old were you when you first touched a warriors book? howd it happen

i very explictly remember finding wings of fire first because i've always loved dragons, and my mom randomly picked it up on a shelf! im pretty sure i was watching youtube vids of wof (think frozen gem :)) and i got warrior cats recommended to me. so i'd say, about 7 i read my first warriors book.

💢 : what scene made you the most irrationally angry upon first reading

two scenes come to mind, one serious and another not so much so:

-sandstorm's rampant ableist moment in starclan from squirrelflight's hope. like, what the fuck!!

-flipclaw having a crush on flywhisker. i thought it was almost cute until i fucking remembered they're nephew and aunt!!!

💧 : how many times have you cried over this wretched book series? any favorite memories

i've never once cried to a book series, but i pretty explictly remember being sad when i thought shadowsight died

💋 : is there any ships out there you absolutely hate for genuinely no good reason at all. like its not problematic in the slightest, if anything it's one of the better ones, you jusr cannot bring yourself to enjoy it

a lot actually: blueyellow, talljake, ravenbarley, and i don't care for leopardsasha but i don't hate it

🐾 : have you ever named a cat after a warriors character OR given a cat a warriors styled name? if so, tell us the story

i've had two cats only, both sphynxes which i never gave warrior names, but my grandpa owns a snowshoe-ish moggy. If i remember correctly, i named him Minkwhisker!

1️⃣ : was warriors your first animal based fantasy series? if not, what series was?

wings of fire, and before that 'technically' upside down magic. im glad wc wasn't my first fandom, wof's fanbase is much more tame and children-catered i think...

👑 : when roleplaying (if you ever have roleplayed warrior cats), did you used to power play? be honest.

yeah. yeah i did. i remember a oc of mine having mindreading and animus powers, like the ones from wof. her name was jaystorm and don't you worry she's normaler now

🗺 : first map you ever watched?

hell i don't know!! but it was probably either a sadness runs through him, ready as i'll ever be, or ashscourge supernatural

🖼 : first amv/pmv you ever watched?

i don't know!!!!!! i used to watch animashes of ivypool and hawkfrost

🖌 : when did you make your first warriors oc? (if you say you've never had OCs, i dont believe you)

i was erk, 8 maybe 9. i had a story with season-based clans and a prophecy cat from each clan, leafheart, scorchheart, hailstorm, and paradiseheart. i eventually renamed them all to aldersprout scorchblaze hailstorm and bloomheart, but like...

📝 : if commanded to, without warning, approximately how many paragraphs could you write about your favorite warrior cat before you ran out of things to say

three. tigerheart's not really that special. however, dovewing i could talk about for ages...

💔 : have you ever lost friends over warriors related topics?

yeah, probably. i think it's more so to do with me being a big tigerdove fan and that earning a block moreso then a argument?

🌈 : what's the most 2010s wcforum era esque fandom opinion you still hold onto and will fight people over (things like scourges collar color, dovewings eye color, etc)

dovewings eyes are gold, scourge's collar is red, brambleclaw should have run away in the last hope

🆕️ : are you still up to date / reading the new books? if not, when did you stop?

entirely up to date aside from a few super editions i don't care about

📱 : were you ever on warriors amino? (if you were, i'm terribly sorry)

mhm its where i started in the warriors fandom. i was 9 and severely underaged, if i could turn back time i'd save myself!!!

🏠 : about how much do your family know about warrior cats, if anything?

a LOT. i show my dad maps sometimes and he bought me a warrior cats sweater.

🎶 : give me a song you're surprised you haven't seen turned into a warriors pmv yet - and what character(s) you imagine it to

trees- mccafferty to breezepelt

🎥 : fav warriors related youtuber?

used to be tennelleflowers but now i'd say brightguardianakira or gumiwyrms

❎️ : what's the weirdest crossover au involving warrior cats that you've made? (if you haven't made any, then what's the weirdest one you've seen?)

warrior cats x guardians of ga'hoole

🗳 : if you could make any cat leader of any clan right now, who would you pick?

i want whitewing to lead thunderclan, cloverfoot to lead shadowclan, nightcloud to lead windclan, icewing to lead riverclan, and literally anyone but hawkwing or leafstar to lead skyclan

🌟 : would you hypothetically go to starclan or the dark forest?

i'd probably end up as a border guardian

🤔 : what's the biggest series plothole that's bugged you?

cinderheart having different reincarnation rules then jayfeather, lionblaze and dovewing despite existing at the same time

😱 : how many people have you blocked over innocuous, not at all important warriors related takes?

i block tigerdove haters sometimes 😭😭 its not personal

☯️ : what dynamic between two cats has got you up at night pacing for hours? (romantic, platonic, familial, etc)

leafpool and her children familial, heathertail and lionblaze romantic, squirrelflight and brambleclaw in some weird toxic romantic way

🌫 : what's a cat you genuinely forgot existed until recently?

who's harestar

fuck it. warriors ask game except the questions are all weird and niche as hell

👴 : fav elder?

❓️ : fav total background character (im not talking minor characters like say. whitewing or moonlight, i mean cats with like...3 lines tops)

📖 : fav comic page from any of the mangas and why

👶 : how old were you when you first touched a warriors book? howd it happen

💢 : what scene made you the most irrationally angry upon first reading

💧 : how many times have you cried over this wretched book series? any favorite memories

💋 : is there any ships out there you absolutely hate for genuinely no good reason at all. like its not problematic in the slightest, if anything it's one of the better ones, you jusr cannot bring yourself to enjoy it

🐾 : have you ever named a cat after a warriors character OR given a cat a warriors styled name? if so, tell us the story

1️⃣ : was warriors your first animal based fantasy series? if not, what series was?

👑 : when roleplaying (if you ever have roleplayed warrior cats), did you used to power play? be honest.

🗺 : first map you ever watched?

🖼 : first amv/pmv you ever watched?

🖌 : when did you make your first warriors oc? (if you say you've never had OCs, i dont believe you)

📝 : if commanded to, without warning, approximately how many paragraphs could you write about your favorite warrior cat before you ran out of things to say

💔 : have you ever lost friends over warriors related topics?

🌈 : what's the most 2010s wcforum era esque fandom opinion you still hold onto and will fight people over (things like scourges collar color, dovewings eye color, etc)

🆕️ : are you still up to date / reading the new books? if not, when did you stop?

📱 : were you ever on warriors amino? (if you were, i'm terribly sorry)

🏠 : about how much do your family know about warrior cats, if anything?

🎶 : give me a song you're surprised you haven't seen turned into a warriors pmv yet - and what character(s) you imagine it to

🎥 : fav warriors related youtuber?

❎️ : what's the weirdest crossover au involving warrior cats that you've made? (if you haven't made any, then what's the weirdest one you've seen?)

🗳 : if you could make any cat leader of any clan right now, who would you pick?

🌟 : would you hypothetically go to starclan or the dark forest?

🤔 : what's the biggest series plothole that's bugged you?

😱 : how many people have you blocked over innocuous, not at all important warriors related takes?

☯️ : what dynamic between two cats has got you up at night pacing for hours? (romantic, platonic, familial, etc)

🌫 : what's a cat you genuinely forgot existed until recently?

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Minkwhisker had kits! Welcome Brindlekit and Smokekit into the clan!

[oldwarriors-fireandwater]

Chapter Twenty

“What do you think will happen?” Beechpaw asked. The tom paused to sniff at a clump of ferns.

Firepaw shrugged. “I dunno, you know more about this kind of stuff than I do.”

The toms were on patrol with Shadepaw and Minkpaw - though apprentices typically didn’t patrol alone, according to Shadepaw, Leopardfur said it would be a sort of test, at least for Beechpaw and Shadepaw. Firepaw figured that it also had something to do with the fact that half of the warriors were holed up in Crookedstar’s den, discussing the matter of ThunderClan and ShadowClan.

Shadepaw’s tail twitched. “We can’t keep hiding behind the river forever,” she meowed. “Sooner or later, they’re going to come for us, too.”

Minkpaw scowled. “The fact that they’re killing kits should be more than enough to get Crookedstar to want to fight. And to think Brokenstar tried to say Yellowfang was a kit-killer!”

The other apprentices nodded along with her. The Clan had become suddenly much less suspicious of Yellowfang since hearing that Brokenstar had recruited rogues to use for battle, and that those rogues had no qualms about harming kits. Firepaw had even watched Whiteclaw bring the medicine cat a fat fish before the group left to patrol. It’s probably his way of making up for attacking her.

“What about Beetleclaw and Frogleap, though?” Beechpaw asked. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard of a senior warrior being punished.”

Minkpaw frowned. “I’d rather not talk about that.”

Shadepaw gave her a sympathetic look and nodded. “Let’s just focus on the patrol.”

The apprentices were heading upriver. They had long since passed the bridge, and were walking into taller grass now. They followed along the gorge, but kept a few fox-lengths away to be safe. It was easy going. The land north of camp was clear of obstacles and full of tall, fresh grasses.

Firepaw noticed some white, fluffy animals in the distance. They were grazing, and seemed not to notice the cats. “What are those? They look like bushes.”

“Sheep,” Shadepaw replied. “They're pretty harmless, and their wool is great for nests.”

“They creep me out,” Minkpaw said, shuddering. “They have such… vacant stares.”

Shadepaw glanced at her, looking amused. “I'll protect you from the scary sheep.”

Minkpaw’s tail bristled with embarrassment. “I'm not scared!” she blurted. “They're just weird!”

Shadepaw purred. “Whatever you say.”

They skirted around the herd of sheep, wandering without much direction. They stopped every so often to sniff at a stump or rock, checking for foreign scents, before they would move on again.

Firepaw found the patrol was oddly relaxing. Camp had been tense for days, and it was nice to get away from the bickering warriors. Though he wasn't close to Shadepaw, she seemed to get on well with Minkpaw, and the apprentices chatted easily as they walked.

“I hope my assessment is soon,” Shadepaw meowed. She twitched her whiskers. “I feel like I've been an apprentice for ages.”

“You're only two moons ahead of me!” Minkpaw retorted. “It hasn't been that long.”

Beechpaw snorted. “And I'm a moon ahead of you, Shadepaw!”

Shadepaw rolled her eyes. “Oh, come on. We’re all due to be warriors soon!”

Firepaw frowned. I wonder when I'll be a warrior. I've been here… a little more than two moons, I think? Maybe three by now?

Beechpaw shouldered him. “You can't be too far off. You're about the same age as Minkpaw and Grasspaw, I think.”

“Ooh, what do you think our names will be?” Minkpaw asked. Her tail flicked with excitement at the thought. “I’d be pretty pleased with ‘Minkwhisker’.”

Beechpaw chuckled and flicked her with his tail. “I’d bet you'll get ‘Minkstorm!’”

“Oh, come on,” Shadepaw retorted. “She's a great hunter. Of course she’ll get ‘whisker’.”

Minkpaw beamed at the praise.

Firepaw said nothing. The feeling of comfort was starting to fade—he was still practically an outsider when it came to this sort of thing. He knew a few names by now, but most meant nothing to him yet.

Beechpaw looked thoughtful. “I wouldn't mind ‘throat’.”

Minkpaw shook her head. “C’mon, I see how much you hang around the nursery. I'll eat my tail if Crookedstar doesn't name you ‘flower’.”

Beechpaw grinned. “That's true… I haven't been able to hang out in the nursery in a while, though. Has anyone seen Mallowtail’s kits lately?”

“I saw them when I first got here,” Firepaw said, eager for the shift in conversation. “But I haven't seen much of them since.”

“I'm sure they'll be running around and getting under everyone’s paws any day now,” Shadepaw replied. “I brought the queens some fresh-kill the other day. Her litter is an energetic one! I don't think poor Brambleflower has gotten any sleep since they opened their eyes.”

Minkpaw glanced at Shadepaw. “What do you want your name to be?”

Shadepaw shrugged. “I’m sure I'll just get ‘pelt’ or ‘fur’.”

“No way!” Minkpaw exclaimed. “You’re the best fighter out of any of us. I bet you’ll be Shadeclaw.”

Shadepaw purred. “Shadeclaw does sound pretty nice...”

Firepaw held in a sigh as they returned to the topic of names.

Beechpaw seemed to notice Firepaw’s change in mood. He batted at Firepaw. “What about him?” he meowed.

“Tough one,” Shadepaw said. “How fast are you? ‘Firefoot’ wouldn't be a terrible name.”

Firepaw smiled a little. “I don't know if I'm fast, but I did run from the Twolegplace to Sunningrocks when I was younger…”

“Firefoot has a nice ring to it,” Beechpaw agreed. “Or maybe Firetail? Let's find you a tree to climb and see how you fare.”

“I heard a ShadowClan apprentice say you were handsome at the Gathering,” Minkpaw went on, starting to snicker. “Maybe he’ll be Fireface?”

“Fireface!” Firepaw meowed. “That's too weird.”

Shadepaw laughed. “‘Face’ means you're an attractive, healthy cat. Not a bad name, but it does sound a little weird as yours.”

“Now hold on just a moment,” Beechpaw said. “I, for one, want to know who said Firepaw was handsome. He's still got kit fluff!”

“I don't!” Firepaw retorted with a laugh. “That's just how my fur is!”

Eventually, the apprentices headed home, having found nothing out of the ordinary. It wasn't until they passed the bridge that Shadepaw suddenly bristled.

“What's wrong?” Minkpaw asked.

“ShadowClan,” Shadepaw hissed. “I smell them.”

The others tasted the air. Firepaw did notice the unusual smell—it was familiar, like Yellowfang’s scent, and that may have been why he didn't catch it at first.

“She's right,” Beechpaw growled. “What are they doing here?”

“We aren't far from camp,” Shadepaw said. “Let's hurry.” She started to run, so the other apprentices dashed along after her.

“What if they're attacking?” Firepaw asked.

“Then they might be in trouble,” Beechpaw panted.

They didn't slow until the reed border of camp was in sight. There seemed to be no sounds of battle, and no screeches of rage or pain, so the apprentices halted for a moment to catch their breaths.

“Come on,” Shadepaw meowed. “They're not attacking… but I don't like not knowing what's happening.” She led them through the reeds and into camp.

Right away, Firepaw noticed the ShadowClan patrol sitting in the middle of camp. The air was even more tense than usual. RiverClan warriors sat at the edges of camp, glaring suspiciously at the outsiders. Whiteclaw, Voleclaw, and Skyheart sat right outside the nursery. It was clear they were guarding it.

Silverpaw and Weaselfoot were on sentry duty, having been seated along the reeds. They both pricked their ears at the apprentices’ arrivals and approached them.

“What's going on?” Shadepaw demanded.

Weaselfoot glanced at the ShadowClan cats out of the corner of his eye. “Brokenstar decided to ‘stop by’,” he growled. “He brought some of his strongest warriors. He’s clearly trying to intimidate us.”

Firepaw examined the patrol for a moment. They were all muscular, tough-looking cats. One, a silver tom, was simply massive—probably even bigger than Thistlestar or Tigerclaw. A stocky black tom meticulously cleaned his long claws, clearly putting on show with the whole act. Two mollies talked in low whispers, and glared at any cat who passed them.

Well, Firepaw thought, gulping. The intimidation thing is working.

Silverpaw bristled. “I'll be glad when they're gone. I can't believe Crookedstar is entertaining them here after what they did.”

For once, Firepaw agreed with Silverpaw. They killed at least one ThunderClan kit, Firepaw thought. How can he even let them sit around here?

The silver ShadowClan tom rose suddenly, and headed for the nursery. Hisses rose from all around.

“You stop right there,” Whiteclaw snarled. “We know what you lot did to ThunderClan!”

The tom blinked, but seemed unfazed by the hostility. “I just want to see Brambleflower,” he meowed. “We’re good friends. It's been a while since I've gotten to see how she's doing.”

“Back off, Boulder,” Skyheart hissed. “Or I'll rip your nose off. I don't care if Crookedstar said you were guests, you're dead if you take another step towards the nursery.”

Boulder? Firepaw wondered. That doesn't sound like a warrior name. Is he one of the rogues they recruited? The tom felt himself bristling. They're right to keep him away!

A soft voice came from the nursery. “Boulder?”

Voleclaw glanced over his shoulder. “No, Brambleflower, Crookedstar said the queens aren’t supposed to—”

Suddenly, the tabby molly shoved her way through the warriors. Brambleflower beamed. “Boulder!” she purred. “I've missed you!”

Boulder let out a laugh. “I missed you, too. How are those kits of yours coming along?”

Their pleasantries felt out of place. Whiteclaw lashed his tail. “Get back in the nursery,” he growled. “Didn't you hear that ShadowClan kills kits now?”

“Oh, Boulder would never lay a paw on kits,” Brambleflower replied breezily. “How is Dawncloud?”

Firepaw glanced at Shadepaw. “How do they know each other?”

It was Weaselfoot who answered. “Brambleflower was rogue-born, but she was found as a kit. Boulder joined ShadowClan as a rogue seasons ago. I guess they figured they had something in common and bonded over it.”

Firepaw blinked. Brambleflower wasn't born here either?

“I still wonder who the father of her kits is,” Beechpaw whispered. “She's not really close to anyone… other than Boulder, I guess, but they'd never have kits.”

Weaselfoot fixed the apprentice with a glare. “This is hardly the time for gossip. Just… keep an eye on them like everyone else.” He turned away to return to his original spot. Silverpaw sniffed and did the same.

Beechpaw rolled his eyes. “It's not like they're going to do anything with that size of a patrol and everyone here.” He swiped his tongue over his lips. “We might as well eat.” He headed for the fresh-kill pile.

“I'll stay here,” Firepaw replied. He sat down and turned his gaze back to the patrol. Shadepaw and Minkpaw made no move to leave for the pile, either. “Who’re the rest of those cats?”

Shadepaw twitched an ear. “The black one is Blackfoot. He’s ShadowClan’s deputy. Doesn't talk much and isn't very friendly. The same could be said for Russetfur… the ginger molly. She was rogue-born too. The other molly is Fernshade, a senior warrior. Don't know much about her.”

There seems to be a lot more cats who were born outsiders, Firepaw thought. By the way cats act, it sounded like I was the only one.

They sat about and continued to wait. No one was eager to move about. Those who hadn’t been called to Crookedstar’s den continued to cast their hate-filled stares at the ShadowClan patrol. Firepaw hardly blamed them. The longer the outsiders sat there, looking relaxed as can be, the more angry he grew. They killed kits, he thought, beginning to bristle. And now they’ll just lounge about our camp pretending nothing happened?

A screech made nearly every cat jump. Brokenstar came tearing out of Crookedstar’s den, bristling like a hedgehog. His nose was split open and bleeding. Crookedstar came running out after him. He parted his jaws in a ferocious hiss. Brokenstar whipped around, arching his back.

What on earth? Firepaw’s tail whipped about. It had bushed up on its own from the shock of the leaders’ confrontation.

“You come into my camp and think you can make these demands of me?” Crookedstar roared. “We know what you did in ThunderClan, Brokenstar! Our hunting grounds will never be used by your Clan of rogues.”

“Be very careful, Crookedstar,” Brokenstar hissed. “You wouldn’t want to make rash decisions that you’ll -”

“Careful?” Crookedstar scoffed. “You should be lucky I don’t rid the Clans of your filthy existence right now! Begone, or I will.”

Brokenstar took a step back. The tom was a large brute, and it was likely that he could match Crookedstar in a fight. But the RiverClan warriors were rising and edging closer, and the ShadowClan leader saw this. His eyes flitted about nervously. For a moment, he stalled as he stared towards the medicine cats’ den.

Yellowfang was sitting in the mouth of the den. Her eyes were narrowed to slits. She said nothing.

“So,” Brokenstar hissed. “You’ve been hiding out with the fish-faces.” He lifted his chin. “Come, ShadowClan,” he snapped. “RiverClan has made their choice.”

The patrol rose. Boulder, looking unsure, whispered a goodbye to Brambleflower and hurried to join them. Brokenstar spun around and headed for the reeds.

Neither Shadepaw nor Minkpaw moved, so Firepaw held his ground. Brokenstar padded right by him. He glanced down at Firepaw once, snorted softly, and went out of camp through the reeds.

A few moments of silence passed. Then Sedgestream lifted her head and smirked. “Well done, Crookedstar!” she shouted.

“He sure showed that fox!” Agreed a grinning Skyheart.

Voleclaw nodded. “He won’t come crawling back here.”

Crookedstar shrugged off the praise. “He will.” Without much explanation, he turned to go back into his den. “We will resume our meeting. This is only another element to consider.”

[shrikeicee]

KITTIES AGAIN

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Larkclan Members (Currently):

Leader:

Aspenstar (Leader,Mate: N/A)

Deputy:

Mothclaw (Deputy,Mate: Minkwhisker,Apprentice: Snowpaw)

Medicine Cat:

Fawnsky (Medicine Cat,Mate: N/A)

Warriors:

Fogwhisker (Warrior,Mate: N/A)

Thistlepelt (Warrior,Mate: N/A,Apprentice: Greypaw)

Heronflash (Warrior,Mate: Wasptail)

Weaselfur (Warrior,Mate: N/A)

Blackfur (Warrior,Mate: Whiteheart)

Basilfur (Warrior,Mate: N/A,Apprentice: Riverpaw)

Stripepelt (Warrior,Mate: N/A,Apprentice: Ravenpaw)

Stoatfeather (Warrior,Mate: N/A)

Patchfur (Warrior,Mate: N/A)

Apprentices:

Blackpaw (Medicine Cat Apprentice,Mentor: Fawnsky)

Ravenpaw (Apprentice,Mentor: Stripepelt)

Greypaw (Apprentice,Mentor: Thistlepelt)

Riverpaw (Apprentice,Mentor: Basilfur)

Snowpaw (Apprentice,Mentor: Mothclaw)

Queens:

Wasptail (Queen,Expecting Heronflash’s kits)

Minkwhisker (Queen,Mother to Smokekit and Brindlekit)

Whiteheart (Queen,Expecting Blackfur’s kits)