#Talonpaw

[forestclan-clangen]

MOON 6 (Part 1)

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Shiverpaw becomes apprenticed to Windfur, due to Shiverpaw expressing much more interest in the woods and plants themselves than fighting or hunting. Windfur is relieved, as Shiverpaw has been saying and perceiving strange things, and wonders if they're omens or warnings from StarClan...or something else.

(Shiverpaw, medicine cat apprentice, female, 6 moons) (Windfur, medicine cat, male, 20 moons) (Redstar, leader, female, 64 moons)

Morningpaw was looking for someone near the border, but they don't appear. She's disappointed, but also worried for their safety. They told her not to worry about them, but...

(Morningpaw, apprentice, female, 8 moons)

Iciclepool tried to cook Hopechase her least favorite prey. Iciclepool is too prideful to admit that it was a mistake, trying to pass it off as having never heard it before. As a result, Hopechase ignores her attempts to flirt with her, much to Iciclepool's sadness.

(Iciclepool, deputy, female, 62 moons) (Hopechase, warrior, female, 88 moons)

Hopechase and Redstar have a discussion about bringing back the Plentiful Gathering. Redstar relies on Hopechase's memory of the event pre-Lakestar. Hopechase is glad to have a clanmate like Redstar. Iciclepool wishes she had the knowledge both mollies did.

(Redstar, leader, female, 64 moons) (Iciclepool, deputy, female, 62 moons) (Hopechase, warrior, female, 88 moons)

Barleywave buries himself in his work. He repairs the dens and walls obsessively after the storm. Morningpaw is too nervous and sad by Warblerkit's absence to ask him to train her. [CONDITION: GRIEVING]

(Morningpaw, apprentice, female, 8 moons) (Barleywave, warrior, male, 35 moons)

Iciclepool invites Hopechase to train with her. She apologizes for being defensive and admits that she made a mistake, and was too prideful to admit to it. Hopechase is happy with her honesty, but purrs that she's forgiven. They practice battle moves for a while, until they move together as one cat.

(Iciclepool, deputy, female, 62 moons) (Hopechase, warrior, female, 88 moons)

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Iciclepool didn't expect Hopechase to genuinely agree to join her for training. It was a long shot, especially after her disastrous behavior the week before. Now that it was actually happening, Iciclepool's chest tightened.

It didn't help that Hopechase decided to spend their walk discussing what she and Redstar were planning for a newly revived Plentiful Gathering. Iciclepool was good at teaching others, but not so much remembering history. Hopechase and Redstar, conversely, were very good at it - both with Hopechase's memory and Redstar's diligent record-keeping.

Is that jealousy I'm feeling? Iciclepool pondered with some shame.

"...So that's why Redstar's thinking of asking Cloudthunder for help fishing closer to the lake! Sure, we don't usually have fish. But it's a way to remember LakeClan. You know how Redstar is. Ever since she was an apprentice, she was really attached to the story I told about the 'gentle camp of many cultures, ringed in spears'. Can't say I blame her! It's one of my favorites too," Hopechase finished explaining. If Hopechase noticed Iciclepool's mood, she didn't show it. The dark molly just smiled, her eyes narrowing with a happy expression.

"That sounds great, Hopechase. I'm sure our warrior ancestors would appreciate that gesture," Iciclepool meowed. The deputy paused as she found the clearing she wanted to train in, the trees surrounding it just sparse enough to allow a cursory view of the mountain in the distance. "Here we are."

"Ah, the Glimpse Clearing, as Cloudthunder calls it," Hopechase said with a purr. "Of course, that'll do nicely." The molly lept down, brushing past Iciclepool's fur gently.

Iciclepool quietly joined her until she was sitting face to face with her clanmate. She tried to look at Hopechase directly in the eye, but something in her gaze caused her to feel embarrassed. Iciclepool licked her chest fur.

"Right. So, I was thinking that we could practice falling recoveries - "

"Iciclepool, I have something to confess."

The white molly looked up at Hopechase in surprise, her tongue frozen mid-groom. She recovered and straightened her poise immediately, clearing her throat. "I'm listening," she said, her voice almost a bit too professional.

"I've played nice for our walk on the way here. But I'm sorry Icicle, you're not the greatest at hiding your intentions," Hopechase said with a mrrow of amusement.

"I-I have no idea what you're talking about," Iciclepool retorted.

"Lovely deputy, you're trying to play defense."

"What do you even - " Iciclepool felt frustration boil for moment. She stopped herself just on time, closing her eyes and counting to three before speaking. This was Hopechase. Her friend. She wasn't here to attack her. Right? Iciclepool exhaled deeply before staring at the floor, refusing to meet her gaze.

"...Am I really that awful at hiding my intentions?"

"Well..." Hopechase smirked. "Not all the time. But yes, this is one of those times."

"Fine," Iciclepool mumbled, defeated. She wanted to force herself to look at the warrior, but somehow, she struggled. Maybe if she just started... "I...want to apologize for what happened last week."

"Icicle, I'm already over it."

"No, you're not," Iciclepool retorted with a raised tail. "And if you are, then I'm not, so let me finish." She finally found her courage to look up at Hopechase. "When I brought you that chipmunk, I was too prideful to admit that I forgot your allergy. The way I dismissed the seriousness of your words hurt you, and my refusal to admit fault was both dangerous and stupid."

Hopechase listened intently. She flicked her ear, still paying attention.

"I...I'm sorry that I acted that way. As deputy, I should be taking the safety of my clanmates more seriously. And as...as your friend, that was just wrong. I promise to pay attention to what you can't eat in the future. I hope you can forgive me."

Hopechase paused a little while longer, making sure that Iciclepool was finished before blinking slowly at her and flicking her tail. "You're forgiven, Iciclepool. Thank you for the apology."

Iciclepool released a breath she didn't know she was holding. A weight was suddenly lifted off her shoulders, leaving room for peace of mind. She must've looked at Hopechase with some kind of relief, as Hopechase titled her head at her in amusement.

"Soooo...did you still want to train, or?"

"Yes, I would like that. Thank you."

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Barleywave is told by Cloudthunder that he's been neglecting Morningpaw due to his constant repairing, and he feels guilty. Not ready to step back into the woods yet, he asks Morningpaw if she could help him create some bulrush rope, which she agrees to happily.

(Cloudthunder, warrior, female, 39 moons) (Barleywave, warrior, male, 35 moons) (Morningpaw, apprentice, female, 8 moons)

Talonpaw and Cloudthunder go on a hunt. Cloudthunder remarks how an abnormally large amount of prey seems to be present for leaf-fall, and how, again, prey nearly walks into their paws. Talonpaw asks if that's happened before, and she says yes, a moon after Redstar fed the woods, and the forest was abundant. Both of them shift uneasily and change topics.

(Cloudthunder, warrior, female, 39 moons) (Talonpaw, apprentice, male, 10 moons)

Redstar lashes out at a Nature's Mockery in frustration after the woods refuse to take her lives. The woods retaliate, resulting in a broken bone. She drags herself back to camp, and tells them that it was a large dog. Barleywave doesn't believe that.

(Redstar, leader, female, 64 moons) (Barleywave, warrior, male, 35 moons)

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[songclangen]

this moon upset me so much. i almost went back on it because riverpetal is a fave of mine, he and rainstreak were the first kits in the clan apart from icymoss and were the first kits of sloeprong. also because beebright is so young. but the talonpaw thing is actually true, he’s had that flavor text twice and he feels like a caring little guy, so i think he’ll do his best with this!

also mothpaw badass<3

[smewduck]

removed splashpaw and silentpaw, so here's the updated cast of Alpine apprentices :]

having fewer of them allows me to give more attention to their characters

[hexxo707]

Smokepaw or Nightwing? Smokepaw was the apprentice that fell off the cliff during the journey, and Nightwing was his mother!

Included Talonpaw here too, why not!

[airocats]

[talonpaw]

thought it might be cute to give him a collar >:3c

[rose-warriorcatsrefs]

[celestralferretdesigns]

Talonpaw

[stus-warrior-designs]

His death is brutal

[xxxfoxflowerxxx]

Warrior cat designs: Talonpaw

[mud-castle]

Sorry for asking but I haven't been keeping track, who are talonclaw and primrosetail

Background characters who've won my heart.

So, they're Talonpaw and Primrosepaw in the books. Talonpaw dies when attacked by two kittypets after the clans settle on the lake, Primrosepaw is Mistyfoot's daughter and...I think dies before TNP?

In Dark Mirror, both of them are chosen to make the journey with Crow, Squilf, and Brambles. Primrose is the eldest of the apprentices and Talonpaw is the youngest. They grow the closest out of all the journey cats after Bramble disappears and has his whole partial character development thing with the mountain colony.

Primrose looks out for her family and herself first and foremost (having been taught that by Misty after the whole half-clan cat persecution thing). And is, at best, neutral towards everyone else...Talon doesn't count as "everyone else" obviously

Talonswipe looks up to her. She's kind of like an older sister to him, who will beat the shit out of him during a border dispute. ...so exactly an older sister actually.

[forestclan-clangen]

MOON 5 (Part 2)

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- In the middle of a thunderstorm, Olive goes into labour. Despite the threat of lightning strikes, Living Tendrils still invade the camp and take one of Olive's kits. Warblerkit foolishly tries to stop the tendril, and is also taken. Warblerkit is spared the fate of being fed to the woods, as StarClan strikes both him and the tendril with a swift bolt, killing him instantly. The Clan mourns the death of Olive's unnamed newborn and Warblerkit.

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The sun had just set on the horizon when the dark storm clouds rolled over the territory. They thought it was a gift from StarClan when Olive reported she was feeling contractions. A thunderstorm was considered a good omen for ForestClan - many of the creatures of the woods feared the sound of thunder. But what was initially a gift quickly became dangerous.

Windfur and Iciclepool had been in the middle of discussing which den would be safest for Olive to give birth in. It was only by nature's hand that they were forced to keep Olive in the nursery. No cat could hear each other over the sound of billowing winds and the torrential downpour that came down upon them. Windfur couldn't risk moving Olive and worsening her broken back.

Redstar realized quickly that this wasn't a thunderstorm - this was worse. Trees started to bend against the wind's strength and large puddles started pooling in the middle of camp. She screamed as loud as she could over the winds - "FLOOD! Get to my den! Now!"

The cats of ForestClan had already begun moving up past High Rock. Morningpaw had grabbed Shiverkit by the scruff, desperately trying to find her footing. Cloudthunder grabbed the kitten and told the apprentice to keep going. Hopechase was at the back of the line, helping Talonpaw find solid grip for him to scramble into the den. Redstar looked down in the middle of camp, her long fur already soaked and dragging. She saw that Barleywave was still looking around in a panic.

"WARBLERKIT! Where are you?!" he yowled.

"Barleywave! Get inside my den!" Redstar called as she hopped down the rock and approached him. Her blue eyes were grave. "I'll go look for him. He couldn't have gone far."

Barleywave's hazel eyes were wide with indescribable terror. For a brief moment, Redstar recognized this emotion. She had seen it in Iciclepool's eyes, many seasons ago.

She was determined to erase that terror from the young tom's face.

"Go, Barleywave," Redstar started pushing him towards High Rock. "I'll find him."

"Promise me." His voice shook with feeling.

"I promise." Redstar's answer was firm and immediate. When the tom saw the look in his leader's eyes, he surrendered his fear and climbed towards shelter.

"Redstar!" She veered around to see Iciclepool braving the storm towards her. Her white coat had been coated brown in the mud. "Redstar, Olive is going into labour."

"Now?" Redstar exclaimed.

"Yes, now. Moving her in this weather with her condition is just not possible."

Redstar felt dread creep into her feet. Talons gripped her heart. She prayed to the stars above.

Oh, StarClan. Please, please watch over us. Please don't let the Tendrils come. I beg of you.

Far in the distance, above the sound of the cruel winds, ForestClan heard the call of the Pale Herald. Redstar's fur bristled on end. The tall, grey Twoleg contraption that towered over every tree in the forest, far from their camp across the border, started its howl - loud and ethereal. It held its sound high, before slowly descending, then ascending once more. Repeat.

The warning of the Twolegs.

Even this storm was too dangerous for them.

She had to find Warblerkit. Now.

**********

Windfur was scared. He was really scared, but he didn't dare show it. Not in front of Olive. Not when someone needed him. He shielded the she-cat with his body, towering above her sightline, his back turned towards the entrance of the den. He could feel the water pooling in, and the hard rain splashing so hard it fell on his pelt. Still, he lied to her. He had to.

"It's alright, Olive. It's just a thunderstorm. Thunderstorms are good for ForestClan. You're doing great."

"This is the fourth time you've said that! Shut your muzzle!" Olive hissed. She failed to suppress a cry of effort and pain as she sobbed. Windfur had positioned her in such a way that her back would not move, but as a result, all of her muscle work came from her glutes and abdomen, and it was exhausting. She could feel Windfur pressing his paws on her stomach, waiting for the next wave of contractions. They felt wet; driven into the mud.

When she started hearing the distant, howling cry of the Twoleg alarm, her eyes widened in terror and her breath hitched.

Not safe. Not safe. Hide. She wanted to hide. She was going to die. This was it. This was the end.

"Hold your breath for five seconds, Olive," Windfur's voice edged, betraying his fear. "Exhale, then inhale deeply. It's going to be okay. You have no choice."

Olive wanted to scoff. 'She had no choice'. It would be ominous, if she wasn't already terrified. She did as she was told. She could hear Windfur splashing lightly, as though searching for something. Then, he handed her a branch.

"Bite this. Then breathe deeply."

She knew what he was asking. She could feel the ripples in her body as well. She clenched her teeth around the branch and bit hard as pain thrashed through her. Her vision became blurred and her ears throbbed with pain as she could barely hear the faint cry of a newborn kit. Windfur said something to her. She couldn't process it.

There was a voice that she did hear. A young one. A tom. Deep from the back of the nursery.

"Windfur?"

Windfur jumped and hissed, and his eyes grew wide with terror as he looked at where the voice came from. "Warblerkit! What in the name of StarClan are you doing in here?! Why aren't you with Barleywave?"

The white and gray kit bristled defensively and protested. "I...I promised Olive! I said I'd scare away the monsters for her!"

Olive's heart raced like a panicked deer. "Oh, no, Warblerkit, no, you can't. Please, you can't..." Her voice cut off in a high pitched mewl as pain surged through her again.

Warblerkit's hazel eyes, inherited from his father, burned with anger. "I'm not scared!" he hissed.

"You should be," Windfur spat. He attended to Olive quickly as she hissed in pain again, then swivelled his head outside, his dark blue eyes filled with increasing panic. He needed help. Iciclepool was supposed to come back - where was she?

From the misty curtain of downpour, Windfur could barely make out the tall, regal shape of his leader drenched in water. She was screaming - but he could barely hear what she was saying.

"REDSTAR?!" he yowled. He felt relieved when the silhouette turned its head towards the nursery and trotted towards them. Redstar's eyes were wild with fear.

"Have you seen - " She cut off as she spotted Warblerkit now huddled next to Olive's face, his body puffed and tail lashing. "Warblerkit! Do you have any idea how worried we were?!"

"I'm fine!"

"Your father was calling for you! He was terrified that he lost you!" Redstar looked furious, which caused even Windfur's ears to flatten. Warblerkit recoiled and looked up at Redstar with guilty eyes. He stared at the ground, his paws kneading nervously.

"But I…I promised Olive I'd protect her. Dad said a warrior keeps their promises…"

Redstar must've noticed Windfur's jolt of fear and Warblerkit's guilt, because she removed the fury from her tone as much as possible. "You are not a warrior yet, Warblerkit. Your responsibility is to be safe, and listen to the adults," Redstar continued crossly.

From outside, the winds blew harder. Flashes of light appeared in the distance, only to explode with sound a few moments later. Trees started bending under the weight, and the sounds of snapping wood and collapsing branches followed.

"Redstar, I can't move Olive, I need help," Windfur hissed over the noise. Redstar looked outside in horror. She couldn't bring Warblerkit out in this. She had no choice but to keep him here. As she heard the sound of a newborn kit mew, there were more pressing matters.

"Warblerkit, move out of the way and stay near the back of the nest," Redstar ordered.

"But - "

"Please, honey," Olive said weakly. Warblerkit reluctantly listened to Olive and retreated.

After a few moments of pain and careful precision, Windfur helped bring a second newborn into the world.

The pool of water beneath them grew larger, and the moss bedding Olive lay on grew heavy. The newborns mewled in protest at the cold, despite Redstar's attempts to clean them.

A third and final newborn came, and Windfur's composure deteriorated as Olive's condition was worse than the queen could see.

"Redstar, I need to get moss and cobwebs. I have to…" Windfur muttered something quickly under his breath as he stared at the blotted out medicine den in the distance.

"Windfur - "

"StarClan's sake, just stay here!" Windfur finally snapped at Redstar before darting out into the chaos.

Redstar watched as her cleric vanished in the storm.

What happened next, Redstar couldn't put into words. It was like the world suddenly slowed around her.

Despite all impossibilities with the raging storm - the woods had come. Lightning flashed, and revealed the shadows of long, finger-like tendrils emerging from below their outer walls.

It snaked towards the nursery, wet and crackling.

Olive was hyperventilating, her eyes wide with horror.

It was only when one of the vines finally coiled towards the mouth of the nursery did Redstar find her instincts. She launched towards the vines, yowling so loud that it rivaled the howl of the Pale Herald.

The vines thrashed under Redstar's claws and teeth. One of the tendrils swept Redstar off her feet, throwing her off balance and planting her in the wet ground. She hissed as she felt smaller tendrils try to wrap themselves around her legs. She clawed at them. They grabbed her front legs. She caterwauled and bit at the roots on her paws. They engulfed her muzzle. The air was pushed out of her lungs as she was forced face-first into the mud, the weight immobilizing her.

She snarled as she craned her neck towards the nursery entrance.

She wished she hadn't.

Lightning flashed again.

More vines curled themselves near the nursery. The shapes of her clanmates hovered over the rock of her leader's den.

Warblerkit had placed himself between the vines and Olive's kits. Warblerkit, the once-bully who wrestled too hard with Shiverkit and threw tantrums at the adults. He puffed up as big as his 3 moon old body could handle, and hissed as loud as his voice would muster.

Like a constrictor lashing at prey, a vine wrapped around one of Olive’s kits.

"NO!" Olive wailed.

“Leave her alone!”

Lightning flashed, and Redstar's heart stopped as she saw the shadow of a kit throwing itself at the largest vine.

Warblerkit latched himself onto the tendril, and bit down hard.

An alien hiss came from the crackling roots. It wrapped around Warblerkit too, and pulled out of the nursery.

Barleywave yowled in despair from above, jumping down from the High Rock and dashing after them. Redstar thrashed violently, desperate to escape the grip of the woods.

Lightning flashed one last time in the middle of camp. The thunder roared with the fury of a thousand lions, and Redstar heard the wicked screech of dying tendrils. The ones that caged Redstar unravelled from her and retreated into the darkness like frightened rats.

Redstar wrestled to her feet. In the middle of camp, Barleywave was sitting still.

She limped towards him, and stones replaced her stomach.

A chunk of burnt tendrils had been severed from the colony, dead. Their remains were still wrapped around Warblerkit, his body now still.

The rain poured lighter.

Barleywave broke into a sob. He desperately ripped off the chunks of burnt vines from his son's body. He wrapped himself around him, and wept.

Redstar stared at the scene, numb.

One of Olive’s kits was fed to the woods, but Warblerkit was struck by lightning – dead in an instant. Was it a mercy from StarClan? Did they refuse the woods their vengeance?

The world moved around her. She thought she heard Iciclepool and Hopechase. She thought she heard Windfur, and Olive's distressed cry.

Barleywave lifted his head to look at Redstar. The molly could only look at him with deep sorrow.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

Barleywave shook his head. "You did what you could…"

Redstar felt bile rise in her throat. She wanted to spit. She wanted to scream. She wanted to curse the land and the sky and everything that ever lived. She did nothing. Barleywave buried his head back into his kit's muddied pelt.

The Pale Herald fell silent.

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(Redstar, leader, female, 64 moons) (Warblerkit, kitten, male, 3 moons) (Olive, mediator, female, 61 moons) (Windfur, medicine cat, male, 19 moons) (Barleywave, warrior, male, 34 moons) (Iciclepool, deputy, female, 61 moons)

Olive was in dismay. Yes, she lost a kit. She felt her heart sink horribly. But two. Two of her kits were alive. At the cost of Warblerkit and one of her own. She sobbed as her two remaining kits mewed in distress. She didn't want to name them. Not yet. [CONDITION: QUEEN'S GRIEF]

(Olive, mediator, female, 61 moons) (??? Brown pelt, newborn, female, 0) (??? Lilac pelt, newborn, female, 0) (Warblerkit, StarClan cat, 3 moons) (Pebblekit, StarClan cat, 0 moons)

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[songclangen]

swankit……practicing bird calls…….you don’t even know how special you are

[smewduck]

sketched a bunch of ocs

[skyscratch-wc]

[warrior-cats-rewritten]

Missing Kits, Part 2/?

Part 1

Dragonflykit - Greenflower's son, now surviving greencough. Dragonflypaw is mentored by Grasswhisker, and becomes Dragonflynose. However, between Firestar's Quest and Midnight, before the Forest starts getting ripped up, Dragonflynose slips off to the Moonstone and transitions, becoming Dragonflywing! She looks a lot like her mom.

Duckkit - Now a dark tortoiseshell molly with a small tail, Duckkit does still pass, but Greenflower is seen getting reassurance from Mudfur that he saw her in Starclan, running around with a moss ball.

Featherkit - Now Dappletail and Stormpelt's son. His death is now retconned. He was deaf, yes, but he wasn't a strong kit to begin with. He passed from fading kitten syndrome, but had a nice life before that, and was starting to get interested in herbs.

Cricketkit - A blue-gray tom like Bluestar, but with yellow eyes. He was apprenticed to Russetmoth, Willowpelt's father, and named Cricketfang. He is mates with Longtail's sister, Heatherwish, and now the father of Cinderpelt and Brackenfur.

Sol's siblings are brought up but they're for another post, as are Cloudtail's and Firestar's.

Quietkit - Now a dark brown tabby molly with brilliant blue eyes. She has made it through her sickness! Her mother has been renamed from Ashheart to Gravelheart. She is currently apprenticed to Russetfur. I have bumped her up to have been born a few moons before ITW, but she should NOT be an apprentice right now, this is much too early. Thankfully, Russetfur is good to her. Her warrior name will be Quietfeather.

Her siblings are under the cut!

Turtlekit - Now a dilute tortoiseshell molly with one green eye and one yellow eye, Turtlekit is Gravelheart's second born child, and is currently apprenticed to Blackfoot. She is also too young for this. Her warrior name will be Turtlesong.

Rubblekit - Another rare prefix, a lot of these kits gave prefixes never seen before. Now he is a small gray tabby tom with (as a reference to his wiki sprite) bright green eyes! He is illegally apprenticed to Nettlespot, who thankfully acts tough but is very gentle with him. His warrior name will be Rubblefang.

Cherrypaw - Originally Robinwing and Fuzzypelt from long ago, appearing in Spottedleaf's Honest Answer. Well Robinfuzzy is getting destroyed and SHA no longer exists, so Cherrypaw is getting moved away from that and is now bulky ginger and white molly with amber eyes, and a child of Grayflower (OC) with her littermates Dustpelt and Ravenpaw. She was made a warrior early due to fighting off a boar! Her mentor was Frostfur and her name is Cherryshine.

Chestnutkit - He was bumped down to be Frostfur's littermate as Brindleface is no longer her sister, he was mentored by Snowfur, and he is also now a skinny pale brown tabby tom with a white chest and blue eyes named Chestnutwing. He will mentor Elderpaw after Russetmoth dies.

Lavenderkit - Now a rose-cream mollynwith deep blue eyes, Lavenderkit survives her illness and is apprenticed to Volewhisper. She becomes Lavenderpool, and is mates with Blossomclaw.

Smokepaw - Nightwing's boy, the apprentice that falls. He is a HUGE part of The New Prophecy! A main character now! He will still fall, but find his way home, and he is featured in WCR!Graystripe's Adventure, found by Graystripe and Cody. His name will be Smokeheart.

Talonpaw - Now pale gray with large white feet, the attack from the kittypets nearly killed him, and he collapsed unconscious when he dragged himself back to camp. He would lay in effectively a comatose state, being given a Dying Warrior Ceremony from Blackstar. He woke up during the end of Sunset, and was shocked to hear cheers of his new name: Talonshine.

Nightwhisper - Nightwhisper would not become Darkflower's mate, but instead brought his young daughter to be nursed by Queens who could help. Kinkfur was that kit. She is, for all intents and purposes, half Bloodclan.

Pouncetail - To avoid same names, this man had been not only hit with the Gender Beam, but also a cool new name. Meet Muntjactail! Now has an itty-bitty tail, a lighter chest and belly. She is mates with Stoatrunner (1 half of Stoatfur, who is now split into 2 cats) and is the mother of Beenose!

Since Wolfstep is dead, the lean tabby tom and tortoiseshell queen with 2 kits are now Rubblefang, and his sister Turtlesong. He is giving her loving support. Wetfoot has just died, he was the father of her kits. Ivykit (Ivytail) and Whitekit (Whitewater).

Crowfrost - Dawncloud now gets together with Picklewish (OC, kinda. One of the names from the Fan Vote that Wafflepaw won. He joins Shadowclan during the Journey) and has Crowfrost. He will also be surviving AVOS! She also has them a little bit later than canon.

Spiderfoot - Crowfrost's brother, a cowardly little guy who leaves to become a kittypet. His kittypet name is Socko, and he is loved.

Swallowtail - Now a skinny gray-cream molly with darker legs and amber eyes. Born to Vixenleap and a posthumous Swancall a few weeks after the Battle for Bloodclan, Swallowtail may look like a Windclan cat, but she is a shining star in Riverclan. She even earned her name early and was trusted with an apprentice before anyone else! She has secret kits with Rainwhisker!

Wait, what?

Pebblefoot - Now a mottled pale brown tom with bright green eyes and small paws, Pebblefoot is an alright enough guy. He had a bit of a celebrity crush on Ashfoot when he was young. His mentor is no longer Mosspelt, but now Heavystep, who is no longer an early elder. He gives the next Riverclan Leader a life after his death during The Hopeless Storm.

Minnowtail - Oh, I have BIG plans for this girl, should all go well with ASC. That's far away for now, but just know that us Mouse x Minnow fans are EATING.

Tumblekit - Now a chubby little boy. I am deeply sorry for anyone who likes this little guy and wanted him to live. He was never meant to survive. I tried to think of how I could spin him, but his death is a Canon Event for Minnowtail.

Mallowtail and Grasswhisker - Grasswhisker is now a trans tom who might later realize they're actually a tolly! That isn't set in stone, but what is is this relationship! But, since he and Mallowtail cannot have kits of biologically, they get help from a sire. Who, you ask? Well that's private! (a loner) after Mallowtail gives birth, they are shocked to see that one of their kits, Beechkit, looks VERY much like Grasswhisker! The other is Rippletail. Mates of Gorsetail and Petalfur.