#Mireclan

[cirrusskyanimations]

Alas, the problems of a lynx.

Too dang big.

[flameclan-clangen]

Moon 208 - The Gathering (Part 6)

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The shouting of the healers was soon drowned out by the chatting of the gathered cats as Goldenpaw swiftly walked away. Her heart beat so strongly she could feel it in her toes. I said too much, I spoke too loudly, I shouldn’t have—

“Oof!” Goldenpaw’s head collided with a cat’s chest, sending both stumbling back in surprise. Dirt spilled off the other cat’s pelt, and she had to swipe at her cheek to clean it. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t-”

A low growl rumbled in the other cat’s throat. “Save it,�� she spat. She wasn’t much taller than Goldenpaw, but her dark eyes and stiff posture made her more intimidating than the largest warrior could ever be.

“I-I-” Goldenpaw’s pelt puffed up.

The cat leaned forward and sniffed at Goldenpaw’s pelt. Suddenly her gaze softened and she quickly said, “I’m so sorry, I thought you were VineClan.” She gave a paw a good lick then cleaned the rest of the dirt off Goldenpaw’s pelt. “Have a good gathering!” She trotted off.

Goldenpaw stood frozen, stunned by the interaction.

Quit standing there like a frightened rabbit! If you linger any longer, your brother will get worried. You don’t want that, do you?

...Right.

More cats had filled the hollow, their pelts were dotted with dirt and mud, especially on their paws. Most of them sat in isolated clusters, casting glares at any nearby VineClan cats. Must be MireClan. Goldenpaw thought. I can’t believe they can live with all that mud on their pelts. That must be heavy!

MireClan has been weird since its founding. Nobody who decides to live in a place with more mud than grass is normal.

Do you like anything about the other Clans?

There was a long pause. CloudClan has some decent fighters.

That’s it?

You want me to lie?

Goldenpaw snorted.

The apprentice group she had seen earlier had grown by a few cats, her brother one of them. He whipped around to greet her when she was a few steps away, startling her for a moment. He covered his mouth with a paw, trying desperately to hide his grin, but it was so stupidly large it was pointless. Goldenpaw rolled her eyes and swatted playfully as his ears.

“What’s happening over here?” she asked.

“Rainbowpaw and Squirrelpaw are sparring,” Blazepaw motioned to the two apprentices rolling around in the center of the semi-circle. “Rainbowpaw’s from CloudClan, Squirrelpaw from VineClan.”

“Trying to show off how great their Clans are?”

Blazepaw shrugged, “Probably.” He lowered his voice and leaned in, “That tom over there was bugging Rainbowpaw the entire time Squirrelpaw was sparring with that golden cat over there, Pansypaw I think.” He first motioned to a white and brown tom with a permanent scowl on his face, then to an out-of-breath apprentice. “He told him ‘she’s younger than you and you’re letting her upstage you’ or something like that.”

“If Cloudytalon was like that with me, I’d tear his whiskers out!” Goldenpaw hissed softly. Blazepaw nodded in agreement.

“HEY! NO EAR TUGGING!” an elder from the sidelines yelled.

“She was ear tugging earlier!” the white and brown tom protested.

The elder curled her lip, “Don’t speak for an apprentice that isn’t even yours.”

Goldenpaw and Blazepaw exchanged glances.

“You think he’s a control freak or something?” she whispered.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “Must be jealous someone got an apprentice instead of him.”

“Mhm.”

They turned their attention back to the spar. Goldenpaw had spotted Squirrelpaw sparring earlier just before she left to have her disastrous conversation with the healers. She still had a lot of energy, slipping, ducking, and jumping over Rainbowpaw like her namesake. She might be the only cat in the Clans who wouldn’t be tired after a border patrol.

Rainbowpaw wasn’t faring well, and looked uninterested in the spar. His gaze frequently darted elsewhere and his movements were slow and sloppy. The white and brown tom on the sidelines dug his claws into the ground. Rainbowpaw scowled at him before Squirrelpaw pinned him and let out a triumphant yowl.

I hope you were paying attention, Goldenpaw. This is a great opportunity to learn the other Clans’ fighting strategies.

I was. Goldenpaw recalled multiple moves Squirrelpaw had used. She didn’t stay in one spot for long, and didn’t seem interested in grappling. She imagined in a thick forest she’d be diving in and out of ferns or rebounding off tree trunks, giving her opponent no time to breathe before the next attack. Rainbowpaw, though he didn’t put in any effort at all, showed CloudClan’s reliance on sight. In their wide open territory, sight must be the most important sense, so it made sense it’d be the same in combat.

I wish I was able to see Pansypaw fight.

Agreed. That Rainbowpaw cared more about being spiteful than showing his strength.

She watched Squirrelpaw hop off Rainbowpaw and turn to a pair of MireClan apprentices with a raised tail. “Either of you capable of beating me?” she tilted her head, a large grin on her face.

“I think the leaders are about to start talking,” the younger MireClan apprentice said. Goldenpaw had seen her on a border patrol with her mentor not too long ago. “Lichenstar’s on the Great Stone now.”

Goldenpaw turned her head to the Great Stone and had to do a double take. The cat she had bumped into earlier now sat beside Kitestar.

“Why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost?” Blazepaw asked, looking at the Great Stone as well. “Did a leader swipe at another leader? The elders say that’s enough to end a gathering.”

Goldenpaw shook her head, “I bumped into Lichenstar earlier and she nearly clawed my pelt off thinking I was VineClan.”

Blazepaw sucked in a breath through his teeth. “Yikes. Glad you’re still in one piece.”

“Yeah. Do you know why VineClan and MireClan are at each other’s throats?”

“Uh…” Blazepaw looked around, making sure nobody was listening in on their conversation. “I don’t know. Needlefrost heard from her dad—Berrydrop not Woodbat—that VineClan’s been sending out more border patrols than usual.”

“It’s always border disputes, isn’t it?” Goldenpaw sighed.

Blazepaw nodded. He suddenly whipped around and stared straight ahead of him, startling the MireClan apprentice approaching them. He’s going to snap his neck if he keeps doing that!

The apprentice cleared her throat, “Uh, sorry to startle you?” She stared at Blazepaw with furrowed brows before turning to Goldenpaw, “You’re that FlameClan apprentice I saw on the border a few days ago, right?”

“Yeah. Sorry our conversation was cut short, I don’t know what was up with my mentor. I’m Goldenpaw.”

“Snailpaw,” she smiled.

They both leaned forward and touched noses.

“Were you on camp duty today? You smell faintly of moss,” Snailpaw asked.

Goldenpaw nodded. “Were you hunting? You smell like reeds.”

“Yeah, I tried to do some fishing.” Snailpaw glanced away, “Not very good at it...buuut my mentor said I’m doing a better job than she was when she was my age.”

“Can’t be fun with the cold water.”

“It’s freezing!” Snailpaw exclaimed “I’m so glad the water’s shallow by the Wavestones, I couldn’t survive swimming in that water.”

“We were surprised it was so shallow,” Goldenpaw flicked her tail between her and Blazepaw.

Snailpaw perked up, “Oh! I forgot about you!” She dipped her head to Blazepaw, “Sorry. What’s your name?”

Blazepaw waved a paw with a smile, “It’s fine. I’m Blazepaw, her brother. We would’ve been a trio if our brother Volepaw wasn’t sick. I think he’d like you a lot, he’s just like you!”

“That sucks! I hope he gets better soon, I’d really like to meet him at the next gathering.”

A yowl rang out from the Great Stone and the announcements officially began. The trio moved closer to the stone to get a better look at the leaders.

On the far left was Lichenstar, whose tail lashed at her side. Her eyes were locked with a large ginger tom, VineClan’s leader. In between the two was Kitestar, who looked disinterested, or tired. It was hard to tell with an old cat like her. Last was CloudClan’s leader on the far right, a fidgety golden tabby.

Snailpaw leaned over and whispered, “The ginger tom’s Poppystar and on the end is Silkystar. I’ve seen Poppystar on the border before. He’s scary, and so’s his deputy.” She motioned to the lanky dark blue-gray tabby on the lower stone.

Goldenpaw slowly nodded. She’d heard stories from the elders of giants from the VineClan woods, and it was certainly shocking to see the stories weren’t entirely fiction. Poppystar sat like a scouting owl, ready to swoop down and snatch up an unsuspecting mouse at a moment’s notice. She wondered if VineClan cats were as silent as owls like the stories said they were.

“We’ll go down the line like we always do,” Kitestar’s scratchy voice was just loud enough for the far cats to hear. “Lichenstar, you may begin.”

FlameClan is bordered by all three Clans, so you should pay attention to all three announcements.

But we’re allies with all of them, right?

I’ve seen what’s happening on the borders. That won’t last for long.

Lichenstar tipped her head to the senior leader before she stepped to the front. Her tail lifted into the air, her fur hanging down like limp lichen. Her pale coat almost made her glow in the moonlight that shone down on her. She gazed down at the massive crowd of cats with the same look she had given Goldenpaw earlier, then began her announcements.

“MireClan has been doing well, despite the season. We have no ill cats under our healers’ care, and our fresh-kill pile has remained well-stocked,” she yowled. MireClan cats purred in approval, Snailpaw included. “However,” she turned to Poppystar, “I’ve received numerous reports of cats crossing the thunderpath and picking fights with my warriors. I hope they’re dealt with, Poppystar.”

“Rest assured, it will be dealt with,” Poppystar said coldly.

Lichenstar huffed and turned back to the crowd. “I have no doubt that this winter will continue to be kind on my Clan, but I can only hope the other Clans are shown the same mercy. That is all.” She stepped back and sat.

Kitestar slowly stood and gave each leg a nice long stretch before she began her announcements. “I apologize for our absence the previous gathering. My healers advised that we don’t attend due to an outbreak of yellowcough within our camp. The outbreak has since been contained and our sick cats are recovering well.”

“You’re sure no sick cats are in attendance?” Silkystar asked.

“I’m more than certain,” Kitestar slowly blinked at the leader. “Excluding that outbreak, FlameClan has done well this winter, as it always has. I made three new apprentices the previous moon: Goldenpaw, Blazepaw, and Volepaw.”

“Are we the same age?” Snailpaw’s eyes lit up. “We could be made warriors together!”

“I dunno,” Blazepaw leaned back, “our training is pretty advanced in FlameClan.”

Goldenpaw put on a very serious expression. “To become apprentices, we had to jump over a wall of fire.” Blazepaw nodded as she spoke. “Blazepaw did a backflip over the fire, so it’s very likely he’ll become a warrior before you.”

“Goldenpaw did a frontflip, which is good luck,” Blazepaw added. “So yeah, you have to do a lot to catch up.”

Snailpaw laughed. “No fair, we don’t have walls of fire in MireClan!”

“Then make some, it’s easy!” Blazepaw rolled his eyes, trying his best not to laugh.

Snailpaw shoved him playfully and they broke into a fit of laughter.

“SHH!” nearby cats shushed them.

Kitestar cleared her throat and continued. “I’m certain they will become fine warriors. On a less positive note, a badger on our territory has proven itself a threat. Last time we saw it was near the VineClan border,” she turned to Poppystar. Something about her gaze made him bristle. “FlameClan has nothing more to announce.” She stepped back and slowly sat back down with a grunt of effort.

Poppystar’s gaze lingered on Kitestar for an uncomfortable amount of time. The senior leader flicked her tail, urging him to step forward. He curled his lip and stepped forward, pawsteps heavy and slow, like a stubborn kitten.

“VineClan has done well this season,” he began. “I am happy to announce that we have two new warriors, Alderstalk and Pinecrash, as well as a new apprentice, Strawpaw.”

He paused to let his Clan chant their names. Squirrelpaw and another gray apprentice loudly chanted Strawpaw’s name. The young apprentice was startled by their shouting, taking shelter by an older CloudClan apprentice.

“Unfortunately, we did lose two of our elders not too long ago, Lionswipe and Petalstem. They were fortunate enough to have passed in their sleep, so they did not suffer.” Murmurs of mourning spread across the hollow. Goldenpaw could just barely hear elders on the other side comforting the VineClan elders who had lost their denmates.

Poppystar’s silence and saddened expression were brief. In an instant he rounded on Lichenstar, forcing Kitestar backwards with his presence alone. “I’d be wise if I were you, Lichenstar,” he hissed. “Don’t follow in your predecessor’s pawsteps.”

Lichenstar stood and challenged him with a low growl. The leaders locked eyes, pelts bristling like grass in a wind storm. MireClan and VineClan cats began to turn on each other, snapping at each other’s tails and spitting insults. Snailpaw grew closer to the larger Blazepaw, eyeing the VineClan apprentices nervously.

“Stay off MireClan territory and we’ll have no issues,” Lichenstar snarled. “Provoking my Clan will get you nowhere. We won’t let you crush us like snails.”

“You can’t win a war,” Poppystar’s spoke in a mocking tone.

“So I won’t go to war.”

“Mhm.”

Kitestar shoved her way between the two, tail whipping behind her. “Keep your claws in, this is a gathering!” her voice was louder than before. “You’ve both given your announcements, so sit in silence.”

Lichenstar stepped back to her spot, eyes still locked on Poppystar, who hadn’t moved.

“I don’t see why you’re so keen on defending MireClan,” he said to the senior leader.

Kitestar motioned toward a dark cloud that had drifted over the moon, dimming its light. “I’m not defending either Clan, I simply don’t want StarClan nipping at my ears for allowing a fight to take place tonight.” She looked back at Lichenstar, “You were both respectable warriors—Lichenstar a deputy. I don’t get why you’ve changed.”

Poppystar looked to his deputy, who gave him an eager nod. “Apologizes, Kitestar. I just assumed you were trying to save your skin.” Kitestar narrowed her eyes. “After all, it would be a shame if the other Clans knew that Reindeerstalk is still very much alive and in exile.”

“What!?” Lichenstar exclaimed.

The hollow erupted in a mixture of furious yowling and confused whispers. Goldenpaw’s brows furrowed. Reindeerstalk...She had never heard of a cat named Reindeerstalk, but clearly they were apart of FlameClan. How come we’ve never been told anything about them?

“Snailpaw, do you know who Reindeerstalk is?” Goldenpaw asked.

“I-I uhm...I think I’ve heard their name before?” Snailpaw’s voice grew quieter with each word. “I don’t know, I’m sorry.”

“Whoever they are, they’re controversial,” Blazepaw looked around the hollow. “The only cat’s with flat fur are the CloudClan cats. I don’t think Silkystar’s going to be able to announce anything with all this fighting.”

Do you know who Reindeerstalk is? Goldenpaw asked the voice.

I was there when she joined FlameClan as an apprentice and I was there when she became a warrior. I don’t remember anything else about her.

When exactly did you die—like how long ago did you die?

The voice went silent. Of course.

“Silence!” Kitestar yowled. “The gathering is not over yet! Silence!”

The talking hadn’t completely died down, but it was better than the furious roars happening earlier. All eyes turned to Silkystar, who looked ill. She took in a breath and stepped forward. Her long, silky-furred tail was low and swept the stone.

“As I’m sure some of you have noticed, Foglight is not in attendance. She is sick and is back at camp resting,” Silkystar’s voice quavered. “CloudClan has a new apprentice, Pansypaw, and a new warrior, Larkeyes.”

CloudClan’s chants were quiet. Goldenpaw spotted the disappointment on Pansypaw’s face as she turned her gaze to her paws. Goldenpaw raised her voice and joined in the chants, soon followed by Blazepaw and a hesitant Snailpaw. Through her chanting, she could catch Palepaw chanting for Larkeyes.

Silkystar continued once the chanting died down. “We’ve been having problems with hawks near our camp, but it should be dealt with before the end of the season. That’s all I have to announce.” She stepped back with a tip of her head.

“This gathering is now over!” Kitestar yowled.

The senior leader leaped off the Great Stone and onto the smaller stone beside it to pick up Marten. The deputy was immediately at Kitestar’s side and began a quiet conversation. VineClan’s deputy watched them go with a smug smirk on his face.

“It was really nice meeting you both,” Snailpaw said. “I’m sorry that Lichenstar was, uh, like that.”

“If another Clan was causing problems at my Clan’s border, I’d be a little pissy too,” Blazepaw shrugged. “It was nice meeting you too.”

“Maybe we’ll see each other on the border,” Goldenpaw said. “Once Volepaw’s better, I could drag him on a border patrol to meet you!”

“I’d have to convince my mentor to let me go to the border by myself. With all this fighting, I doubt it’ll be easy,” Snailpaw sighed. “Apparently the river gets crazy once all the snow and ice melts, so maybe we’ll have to meet at the next gathering.”

“Then we’ll see you then,” Goldenpaw purred. “Save travels!”

“See ya!” Snailpaw waved her tail as she went to join her Clanmates gathering on the other side of the hollow.

Goldenpaw and Blazepaw lingered there for a while, watching the Clans gather in their separate groups. I hope MireClan and VineClan don’t go to war, I don’t want Snailpaw to be in any danger.

“Goldenpaw! Blazepaw! We’re leaving!” Cloudytalon yowled.

The siblings skittered over to their Clanmates, joining the back of the crowd where Cloudytalon was waiting. The hairs along his spine were raised and his gaze didn’t stay in one spot. Seeing him this anxious made Goldenpaw anxious. She pressed closer to Blazepaw and moved further into the crowd. They found Palepaw and Sandpaw, who were motioning enthusiastically to each other.

Palepaw’s nose twitched and she turned around. “You guys got lucky, our first gathering wasn’t this exciting,” she smiled. “I’m surprised all that fighting didn’t spawn a thunderstorm!”

‘We saw a fight almost break out!’ Sandpaw signed, his paws moving so fast that Goldenpaw almost didn’t catch what he was saying.

Goldenpaw frowned, “You’re both way too excited about that.”

I don’t think it’s weird.

Because you love fighting.

Clans don’t have warriors just for show.

Kitestar yowled from the front of the crowd and started to lead the Clan out of the hollow. Palepaw thwacked her tail against her brother’s chest to get him to follow her to the front. She should be named Paletail for how much she uses it.

“Volepaw’s going to want to hear everything that went down,” Blazepaw said.

“Mhm,” Goldenpaw slowly nodded.

Together, the siblings followed their Clan out of the hollow and across the shallow waters, a lingering sense of dread in both their chests. But for Goldenpaw, it was more intense, tightening her throat and weighing down her paws. Something bad would happen soon.

[samkee00]

Pawstep Pathway Warrior Cats

If you're interested in a Minecraft server dedicated to Warrior Cats roleplay, please take a look! This server is based on the book series Warriors by Erin Hunter, and you'll be required to have a little bit of knowledge of the series to join. Pawstep's roleplay uses the book series' lore as a foundation but modifies it to make it more interesting and fun.

IP: randomchimp.no-ip.org:20013

(I know the IP is a little silly, but it's been the same for a decade.)

Detailed information beneath the read-more!

Pawstep Pathway's lore diverges from that of the books during the Great Journey, so after the Prophecies Begin and part of the New Prophecy arcs. First arc characters like Firestar are canon in legend, but some original characters walked among them in life in the server's canon to make way for our Clans. The Great Journey from the Forest territories was a time of extreme change and upheaval for the Clans- not just physically, but spiritually and socially as well. Faith in StarClan strengthened for some, but faltered for others. The old allegiances were tested time and again, and when the Clans reached their prophecized homes, many realized they could no longer bow to tradition. Three great cats rose up, spearheading revolution. Though they were countered by a fourth, they managed to take power, changing the structure of the Clans forever.

Many of the foundations of Clan life remain the same, but the cultures and customs of the old Clans gave way to the birth of new ones.

CrestClan is the Clan born of the Resistor, Creststar. Those who were most pious and attached to the old ways joined her when the old Clans fell, and their descendants still uphold their traditions, for better or worse. They are known for their stubbornness, their strong reverence of StarClan, and their hatred of outsiders.

HollowClan's progenitor, Hollowstar the Pacifier, rose to greatness by harnessing his own fear. The Dark Forest began to make its presence known during the Great Journey, attempting to sow discord, but those both pious and fearful joined together to pacify them and assuage their anger with recognition. Their descendants are known for their cunning and their fearfulness, along with their strange naming conventions.

MireClan is the only Clan over which StarClan does not hold true dominion. Mirestar the Denier and many of their followers knew StarClan was real, but believed it to be cruel and self-serving. Others simply did not believe. Either way, their descendants walk out of the light of the Stars, and yet are known for their strong moral code and unbreakable bonds of loyalty.

RuinClan's first leader, the Outsider Ruinstar, most strongly saw the need for change and new ideas within the Clans. She and those who welcomed her rejected the xenophobia and stagnation that had been integral to Clan life for generations. The diverse mix of descendants and newcomers that make up the Clan are known for their friendliness, openness to new ideas, interaction with twolegs... and the strange concept of "fashion".

Aside from the four main Clans, we also have StarClan, the Dark Forest, a Twolegplace where you can play as a kittypet, and plenty of space for loners to roam.

Pawstep Pathway has a fully explorable Clan map with custom lore, including a modified Warrior Code and other changes that still fit the tone of the original Warriors series. You and your characters will have the opportunity to grow, interact with others, and continually affect the lore of the server. A good amount of additions are planned for the future, so stick around to see those, too! We've been around for eleven years now and have had a lot of time to learn what makes for the most fun.

IP (again): randomchimp.no-ip.org:20013

The server is undergoing a revitalization, so if nobody is on or you need help, feel free to join our Discord!

[marsupialmuseum]

Crescentpaw!! Another oc of mine from Pawstep Pathway :3

Trivia:

•Her left eye never opened

•She's a MireClan apprentice

•Her parents died before she was apprenticed because of a sickness that swept through MireClan

•Her warrior name will be Crescenteye

Also, idk how many people who saw my Frostdawn post will see this, but thank y'all for all the love on it!! :) I really appreciate it 🫶🧡

[firestarishomophobic]

sorry for clan inconsistency but here’s a few more clangen cats from my newest playthrough. these are oakclan cats! basically i’ve created four clans for my own lil project, and i’m developing clan origins and lore through that. these are a few of the founding (except for heatherplume) members of the clan.

oakclan lives in a dense oak forest and, on an island that doesn’t see much sun, comes to value it immensely. i haven’t entirely figured out that lore yet. they have a sister clan, hollyclan, who loves the snow and dark. there are two other clans: firthclan and mireclan.

oakstar was the original leader, but hollowmoon is probably the most influential of the group. as the original healer, he was also the first to talk to the Stars, who advised him upon their new naming system. at this time, he was only known as hollow. naming in this clan is a very spiritual practice. a cat ready to receive their warrior name will travel out with the healer to meditate, and the leader calls the new name once it has been decided. so hollowmoon introduced the naming system to this clan. it might be similar with the other healers in the other clans. hes a nervous old guy now, and he misses his mate. i’ll prolly draw him later!

sproutsight is my current favorite. she is the deputy, and oakstar’s old apprentice. she got her name because she was so good at helping hollowmoon find plants— sproutsight for her ability to see sprouts!

[trialbbymoonlightrp]

꧁༺New Beginnings༻꧂

After moons of peace, all three leaders have died out at once, their supposed nine lives doing nothing to stop their destruction. With the Clans in a panic wondering if StarClan has forsaken them, three new leaders rise…

Whisperingstar of MireClan

Corvidstar of PrairieClan

and, last but not least,

Cariboustar of BrackenClan

JOIN US HERE !

[porcelliopants]

Ummm part 1 of my warriors fan series thing <3

This is Oysterstar. He’s the leader of Shoreclan which resides on a series of reed islands not far off beaches of a salty lake. It shares a border with Mireclan and Duneclan, with Firclan off in the distance.

Shoreclan cats are sleek and short-coated, the oils from their diet of primarily fish and mussels giving their fur a pretty sheen and extra water resistance. Despite living technically offshore, Shoreclan had good relations with its neighbors; partly because Shoreclan knows the others aren’t the biggest fans of water and they’d be fools to try to stir up conflict with cats they can’t even reach.

Oysterstar is fabled to be the direct descendant of ancient Warrior-Leader Bluestar, though it’s mostly conjecture and Oysterstar himself isn’t convinced. He’s a stern yet highly paternal cat, earning respect from his fellow leaders through acts of great kindness and necessity. Oysterstar is older, having fathered two litters in the past with his now deceased soulmate Saltfur. He will be known as a wise and noble leader for generations to come.

[ruins-of-volatility-clangen]

✦ Careless Embers - Chapter 02 - "There's so much you could be" ✦

Song inspiration: Hell of A Team - Amalee

Volatile Fortunes (usually) updates every Monday :3

☄️ Check the pinned post for the full story index ☄️

✨ The text on the picture is below this cut if it's hard to read!! /info ✨

While Lotusclan wasn't as tense as Mireclan and Chervilclan, Munjacfoot, one of Lotusclan's younger warriors was as tense as ever. Despite Lotusclan having nothing to do with the war, he was afraid that war being the cause of the forest falling into ruins, he was young but he had never seen such violence...ever since the gathering he went to when he was still an apprentice.

Frecklestar and Troutstar had almost broke out into fight, the medicine cat of each respective clan being the only thing that had prevented it, Munjacfoot had been thinking about it ever since. He was sitting alone a little ways away from Lotusclan camp, it wasn't until he was interrupted by Shadowthroat.

Shadowthroat had come to him with an offer, after noticing Munjacfoot's stress, she wasn't much older than him, in fact, Munjacfoot doesn't remember seeing her much after he was apprenticed, she had been apprenticed first. He had been told Shadowthroat had ran away as an apprentice and came back as a warrior, gone for almost 7 whole moons, the clan didn't trust her, nor did Munjacfoot.

But he didn't have a choice, she wanted what he wanted, he would be mousebrained to say no now.

[peculiarwhiskers]

Here are the original designs! Never designed Flamestar. I also forgot about oatstars' existence. He was the leader of Mireclan, and I never ended up designing him 🤷‍♀️

Decided to redraw some oc's I made somewhere in 2021. I changed Flamestar and Aspenstars' names from spottedstar and thawstar.

Heronstar is the leader of Shiningclan, Eveningstar is the leader of Ridgeclan, Aspenstar is the leader of Peakclan, Slatestar is the leader of Jaggedclan, and Flamestar is the leader of twilightclan.

Base by Shinyu on Amino!

[cat-aclysm-rp]

These lands are not new to you.

Your paws traverse effortlessly through the murky swamps, finding your footing even on the most muddy and slippery of undergrounds. You have known the Mire since the day you were born, distant calls of animals and the footsteps of dangerous beasts all but strangers to you. You’ve learned to hunt, fight, scavenge and explore, all in this swamp, it is your home.

An angler does not scare you as it passes you by, although any outsider would think you were terrified with your owl-ish eyes. They know what to look for, and with the darkness, it’s no surprise they are rather big. The angler doesn’t even notice you are there, and by the time it’s gone, you begin moving again. They are but beasts, nothing more than that, you can outsmart them anytime.

There are wings flapping above you, but you do not jump. You know that sound just the way you know these lands, and if anything, it makes you feel secure. 

Mothmen.

They protect you, just like they protected your ancestors, and how they will your descendants. The Mire might have beasts, but there is no bigger danger than a Mireclan cat accompanied by a mothman. You know this.

You are no longer afraid of what beasts lie ahead.

After weeks of teasing, Mireclan has officially opened! Adoptables will run from January 15th til January 29th, and oc applications will run from January 15th til February 5th. Those who apply may apply for both an adoptable and an oc! For this opening, we’re looking at mostly Mireclan born cats, as the clan is very closed off for outsiders. However, we will be looking at any application, and cats with an outsider backstory will also be considered. We are hoping to accept around 12 OCs alongside the 3 adoptables! Before applying, make sure to read our rules and all of the documents related to the roleplay. You can find more information about Mireclan here! Adoptable information can be found here.

Apply for an adoptable here.

Apply for an oc here.

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Minkroot, the Mireclan medicine cat apprentice.

Minkroot was originally a young warrior, but soon after becoming one, was bombarded with questions from her mother about " when she's gonna get a mate", or " Which Mireclan tom do you like the most?". She was very uncomfortable with her mother's pestering, it got so bad that she requested to Duckstar to become a medicine cat instead. Duckstar agreed, and assigned her under Spindleweb, the current medicine cat, to once again train as an apprentice. Her mother didn't support her decision, and constantly tries to convince Minkroot to change her mind.

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Dark Forest Resident: Feathers

Aliases / Nicknames: The Owl

Gender: male

Sexuality: heterosexual

Family: unknown mother, unknown father

Other Relations: unnamed mentor

Clan: Mireclan

Rank: Warrior

Characteristics: loyal, unquestioning

Number of Victims: 2

Number of Murders: 2

Murder Method: Clawing, throat ripping

Known Victims: unnamed Caveclan warriors

Victim Profile: other Clans

Cause of Death: killed in combat

Cautionary Tale: N/A

Story: 

She was one of Slugstar's loyal warriors.

Slugstar was the first leader of Mireclan, a strict, violent leader. Slugstar had grown annoyed with the other Clans, and sought to scare them off and take their supplies. 

He recruited several of his warriors, who were only just introduced to the code. The warriors of Mireclan attacked the other Clans, but Viperfang had accidentally killed Stonestar's, the first leader of Caveclan, niece. What was once a scare tactic quickly became an all out war. 

Many of Mireclan's most loyal cats perished that day, including Feathers. Starclan was incredibly new to this Clan, it’s only judge being the recently killed Furled-snow, Stonestar’s niece. 

Most of the Mireclan warriors who died that day were not treated with mercy. Over time, the Dark forest began to corrupt those who did not feel remorse, transforming them into monstrous creatures. Feathers, over time, had become afraid of what he was becoming, refusing to allow revenge and hate to control him anymore. This decision halted the gradual transformation, but did not reverse it.

Additional Information: 

--Submission by @sunshadesfrozensky​

--While some refused to be consumed by the Dark Forest, Slugstar, however let his hate consume him, making him a ghastly figure without any sanity left, slowly consuming him till he is no more.

--Dark Forest transformations are from sunshades’s own bomb-ass au!

--I’d love to hear more about this story!

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Meteorpaw, a Daylight apprentice who loves collecting rocks, stones and shiny gems. She used to be called Cinderpaw until she found a meteor while exploring. She was so enamored with the rock that she changed her name to suit.

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Oh no... Bloodydude and Mr. Boggy Froggy got eaten...

AKAAAAAA Bloodstar and Bogstar, the leaders of HollowClan and MireClan from Pawstep Pathway Warrior Cats, a Minecraft and Discord based warrior cats roleplay server. Bloodstar belongs to me and Bogstar belongs to MarshaMallow!!

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couple of designs :-)

Feathershine(Runningnose) and Sand(Sandstorm)!

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꧁༺The War of the Red-Stained Sky༻꧂

The Beginning of Tensions

The trouble began when MireClan, known for their secretive ways and mastery of the marshes, was accused of stealing prey from BrackenClan’s hunting grounds. BrackenClan patrols found muddy paw prints near the Fogwood Divide, and prey left half-buried beneath the ferns. MireClan denied the accusations, claiming BrackenClan was only looking for an excuse to challenge them. At the same time, PrairieClan, proud and independent, found themselves caught in the conflict. BrackenClan sought their alliance, warning that if MireClan grew bold enough to steal from them, they would steal from PrairieClan next. MireClan, in turn, sent envoys to PrairieClan, urging them to remain neutral and not be drawn into BrackenClan’s paranoia.

For moons, the tension festered. Border patrols grew more aggressive, warriors bore fresh scars, and old rivalries deepened.

It only took a single spark to ignite the war.

The Spark of War

One fateful dusk, a BrackenClan patrol caught a lone MireClan apprentice hunting on their side of the Fogwood Divide. Before the young cat could explain or flee, the BrackenClan warriors attacked, leaving him gravely injured. He managed to drag himself back to his Clan, gasping out his attackers' names before he died. MireClan was outraged. Their leader, Otterstar, demanded justice. When Hawkstar of BrackenClan refused to offer reparations, Otterstar declared that they would take justice into their own claws.

BrackenClan, expecting an immediate attack, called upon PrairieClan’s leader, Windstar, for aid. But PrairieClan hesitated. Though they distrusted MireClan, they did not wish to be dragged into a war that was not their own.

Yet war came for them all.

The Battle at Hollow Oak

On the night when the moon was at its highest, MireClan launched their attack— not on BrackenClan’s heart, but on their borders, striking fast and vanishing like shadows into the fog. BrackenClan fought back fiercely, and soon, the battle spread to the Hollow Oak, where warriors clashed beneath its gnarled branches.

Seeing the chaos, Windstar could remain neutral no longer. He led PrairieClan into the fray, seeking to end the battle before it grew worse— but in doing so, he only deepened the bloodshed. Warriors fought like never before, their cries rising to the heavens. The ground became slick with mud and blood, and for the first time since the Clans had formed, true war ravaged the land.

The Red-Stained Sky

The battle raged until dawn, when a storm gathered over the battlefield. Lightning cracked, and rain began to pour, washing away the blood that stained the earth. Then, as if StarClan itself had spoken, the clouds parted just enough to reveal the sky— tainted red by the rising sun. The leaders, battered and bloodied, called for a ceasefire. As they gazed at the crimson sky, a great unease settled over them.

Was this the wrath of their ancestors?

The Aftermath & The Warrior Code

No Clan had won the battle— only lost. Many warriors had died, and the survivors bore wounds that would never fully heal. Shaken, the leaders met in secret beneath the Hollow Oak and vowed never to allow such a war to happen again. From this battle, some of the first laws of the Warrior Code were forged:

No warrior shall kill another unless necessary.

Borders must be respected, and any disputes must attempt to be resolved through words before claws.

Apprentices are not to be fatally harmed in war.

From that day forth, the memory of the War of the Red-Stained Sky lingered, and though the Clans would battle again in the moons to come,

never again would they see the sky stained so red.

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