#Wrenfoot

[brightclansstory]

Meet BrightClan!

Hey. It's me again.

My name is Angie (she/her) and I also run the blog @/nettleclanstale. This is yet another clangen blog where I simply run a normal clan and nothing bad happens (probably).

WARNING: THIS BLOG MAY CONTAIN TRIGGERING THEMES OF DEATH, MURDER, BLOOD, AND DARK TOPICS.

Tag Guide:

#moon update - self explanatory. me playing the game.

#not a moon update - anything that's not a moon update.

#brightclan answers - brightclan answering asks.

#angie answers - me answering things.

#angie talks - me yapping.

[mushroomclangen]

Border allegiances

Below are the allegiances for cats in JaggedClan, NewtClan and WarmClan, as well as any noteworthy kittypets, loners or rogues. I do not have official save files for these Clans so all cats, relationships and events within them are purely made up. Although they seem smaller, all three of these Clans are rather big (around 30-40 members) but I think it’s much easier just to focus on a few important cats. These allegiances will be updated less frequently and I may add cats when I feel like another Clan member is needed

Last updated: Moon 0

JaggedClan

Hills with rocky peaks

LEADER: THYMESTAR - a long-furred dark brown tabby she-cat with green-yellow eyes

DEPUTY: RIMETAIL - a long-furred grey tabby she-cat with emerald eyes

APPRENTICE: EAGLEPAW

MEDICINE CAT: BROKENSTEM - a long-furred grey masked tabby tom with gold eyes

WARRIORS:

UMBERSNARL - a long-furred dark brown tabby tom with emerald eyes

SUNBELLOW - a long-furred light ginger and white tom with blue eyes

PEBBLEDROP - a black tabby she-cat with blue eyes

ARCHEARS - a long-furred speckled light brown she-cat with sage eyes

APPRENTICE: WISTERIAPAW

FOGGYNOSE - a silver and white colour-point she-cat with copper eyes, wearing a black bow collar

LICHENFALL - a long-furred grey smoke and white tom with hazel eyes

APPRENTICES:

EAGLEPAW - a long-furred dark brown tabby tom with pale green eyes

WISTERIAPAW - a long-furred brown ticked she-cat with emerald eyes

QUEENS & KITS:

DAISYFLICK - a white and pale grey she-cat with silver eyes (caring for PEAKKIT - a white and dorsal-striped tom, GRAVELKIT - a pale grey smoke tom, and ERMINEKIT - a white and pale grey she-cat)

ELDERS:

COALTUFT - a long-furred black speckled tom with gold eyes

NewtClan

Reed beds and rivers

LEADER: WASPSTAR - a dark ginger tabby and white tom with silver eyes

DEPUTY: KITEWHISTLE - a brown/ginger tortie she-cat with green eyes

MEDICINE CATS: MAPLERAPID - a long-furred white and unusually spotted dark ginger she-cat with gold eyes

FRECKLEBACK - a speckled dark brown tom with pale green eyes

WARRIORS:

RAVENFLASH - a long-furred black and white tom with pale green eyes

APPRENTICE: BIRCHPAW

FROGJUMBLE - a white and light brown tabby tom with pale green eyes

WRENFOOT - a brown tabby and white she-cat with amber eyes

APPRENTICE: GALEPAW

GORSETUFT - a long-furred dark grey tabby tom with silver eyes

APPRENTICE: SNEEZEPAW

SNAILSTRIPE - a grey dorsal-stripe and white tom with blue eyes

SHIMMERFISH - a long-furred silver tabby she-cat with pale yellow eyes

APPRENTICES:

SNEEZEPAW - a light brown and white tom with green-yellow eyes

GALEPAW - a white she-cat with pale yellow eyes

BIRCHPAW - a brown tabby and white she-cat with green-yellow eyes

QUEENS & KITS:

DOVEPELT - an unusually spotted pale grey she-cat with emerald eyes (caring for LILYKIT - an unusually spotted grey she-cat, and SNOWKIT - a white and pale grey tom)

ELDERS:

MOUSETOOTH - a long-furred dark grey smoke she-cat with green eyes

WarmClan

Open plains with sandy hollows

LEADER: SLUMBERSTAR - a silver tabby and white tom with dark blue eyes

DEPUTY: JUNIPERCLOUD - a brown speckled and white cat with yellow eyes

MEDICINE CAT: POLLENDEW - a golden and white she-cat with heather blue eyes

BLUEBURN - a dark grey/dark ginger tortie and white trans tom with pale yellow eyes

WARRIORS:

RAINFEATHER - an unusually dappled grey tom with sunlit-ice eyes

HOLLYPETAL - a black/golden calico she-cat with amber eyes

APPRENTICE: DAYPAW

SILVERFLICKER - a white and silver tabby she-cat with gold eyes

APPRENTICE: BUTTERFLYPAW

YARROWTAIL - a long-furred white and dark brown tom with copper eyes

TANSYBOUNCE - a pale ginger tabby she-cat with silver eyes

ROOKSWIPE - a black ticked and white tom with cyan eyes

APPRENTICES:

BUTTERFLYPAW - a ginger and white she-cat with silver eyes

DAYPAW - a pale ginger tabby she-cat with copper eyes

QUEENS & KITS:

FERRETLEAP - a brown and white she-cat with green-yellow eyes (caring for MOORKIT - a white and brown tom, DUCKKIT - a dark brown speckled tom, and THRUSHKIT - a brown smoke and white she-cat)

ELDERS:

CRANECALL - a white and silver smoke tom with copper eyes

Outsiders

LION - a light ginger speckled tom with green-yellow eyes (loner)

[theplateaucomic]

Allegiances

A complete list and short description of every cat in all three clans at the beginning of chapter 1 of Owlstrikes Faith

(Open at your own risk, this is quite long. As in about 70 cats long.)

CanyonClan 

Leader

Cougarstar - Impressive tan tom with small ears and three legs

Deputy

Fadingblaze - Senior she-cat with a dark red tail

Medicine cat

Wrencliff - Brown she-cat with a white chest Dandeliontail - Young pale fluffy tabby

Warriors

Ashdapple - Dark gray tom with dark speckles Vulturehush - Senior lean black tom, missing most of one ear Hoppinghare - Swift light brown tom Apprentice, Daypaw Rockyfoot - Strong colorpoint she-cat Winterhare - Bold colorpoint tom Smokefeather - Powerful gray tabby tom Apprentice, Lynxpaw Cactushaze - Small tan tom with brown speckles Apprentice, Limepaw Hawkface - Athletic dark brown tabby tom Apprentice, Owlpaw Cicadafern - Small dark gray she-cat, fringed with white Apprentice, Pinyonpaw Grasswind - Pale yellow she-cat with long flowing fur

Apprentices

Owlpaw - Stocky brown colorpoint tom Daypaw - Sleek light brown colorpoint she-cat Pinyonpaw - Dark gray tabby tom Lynxpaw - Sturdy fawn colored tabby she-cat Limepaw - Gray tom

Elders

Wolfear - Stumpy black tabby tom Lizardbelly - Heavily scarred pale yellow she-cat

SandstoneClan

Leader

Brokenstar - Sleek blue-gray spotted tabby she-cat

Deputy

Quailfeather - Robust brown she-cat, dappled with white

Medicine cat

Newtbrook - Reddish brown she-cat with long fur and white speckles Apprentice, Mintpaw

Warriors

Tallskink - Lean grey spotted tom Apprentice, Sandpaw Raincliff - Blue tabby tom Scorpionbush - Sturdy mostly-black tortoiseshell tom Apprentice, Jackalpaw Snowspeckle - Small light grey spotted she-cat Gracklebelly - Black she-cat with white stomach and paws Apprentice, Cottonpaw Sunmask - Slender red colorpoint tom Apprentice, Brightpaw Canyonleap - Red colorpoint she-cat Mudburrow - Athletic brown she-cat with white speckles Shortslip - Reddish brown tabby she-cat with a nub tail and small ears

Apprentices

Sandpaw - Long furred pale she-cat Jackalpaw - Skinny tan tom Brightpaw - Reddish brown tabby she-cat Cottonpaw - Fluffy creme tabby she-cat Mintpaw - Tall tortoiseshell she-cat

Elders

Sheepberry - Mostly orange tortoiseshell she-cat Wrenfoot - Brown she-cat with splotches of white and one blind eye Batjaw - Heavily scarred colorpoint tom

ArchClan

Leader

Runningstar - Senior reddish brown tabby tom

Deputy

Whiptailwind - Brown tabby tom with a long tail Apprentice, Wildpaw

Medicine cat

Shalewing - Blue tom with long proportions and large ears

Warriors

Redfang - Red tabby tom with unusually long teeth and scars around his mouth Sharpspine - Gray-blue tabby tom Poolsprout - Agile pale greyish-brown she-cat Spidernose - Dark grey tom with a white muzzle Chollaleap - Agile fawn tom Longsight - Tall dark blue tom Agavespike - Fawn she-cat with torn ears Coldnight - White she-cat with a light gray back

Apprentices:

Yewpaw - Reddish brown she-cat with a white muzzle Sweetpaw - Slender creme she-cat Porcupinepaw - Black tom with white spots Rampaw - Grayish brown tom Wildpaw - Pale tan tom

Queens

Pumicepatch - Dark grey dusted she-cat with a white muzzle and paws

Elders

Deerfang - Dusty brown tom Chuckwallafoot - Grey tom with a rust colored back and light speckles

[warriors-but-cats-die]

skyclan — year twelve — leaffall

sunnypelt and wrenfoot become warriors.

quailpaw, greypaw, and sandpaw die.

turtlepaw is apprenticed to birchtail.

kitekit dies.

rootkit dies.

snipfang has two kittens, breezekit and sequoiakit. they're not canon but i'm too tired to describe them.

[mandareeboo]

TreeClan Allegiances!!!!

First draft allegiances!! With some fun facts at the bottom:

TreeClan: Leader: Dovestar- lanky gray tom Deputy: Hailfeather- muscular pale gray tom with darker flecks Medicine Cat: Wrenfoot- brown and white tabby tom

Warriors:

Leopardleap- golden tabby molly

Flameflight- bright ginger tom

Hawkleg- gray and white tom with stilt-like legs

Apprentice: Juniperpaw

Gooseshade- sleek brown and white molly

Jayshine- cream-colored molly with a white chest and paws

Sparrowcloud- calico cat (they/them)

Apprentices:

Juniperpaw- cream-colored molly 

Elders:

Pinefern- dark tabby tom

FUN FACTS:

TreeClan is always the smallest Clan in the valley. They lose half a Clan a year from falling or Twolegs.

Likewise, because space is so limited and there’s only so many owl nests, there’s only one or two queens in the Clan at a time. With Sparrowstrike recently fallen, they’re waiting on a new litter

Flameflight is Cardinalpaw and Hummingbirdpaw’s father- and he’s quite embarrassed about them leaving the trees for a “Fallen Bird”

TreeClan medicine cats tend to have “earthy” names bc they go onto the ground often to meet with other medicine cats and share tongues

Dovestar and Hailfeather are brothers

Most elders are ousted into BurrowClan or beyond but Pinefern is Stubborn Af and refuses to fall

Despite being so small they’re actually the hardest Clan to fight bc they literally just. Fall on you. Wtf do you do with that. 

They also keep rocks in holes to toss if you try to climb so good luck fuckos

Because they rarely face cat-on-cat conflict they tend to go by the Live Fast Die Young mentality, and they do both excellently. 

[redux-iterum]

What about changes that reflect an injury? Are those treated like regular name changes (ie accidentally calling someone their old name by mistake isn’t a big deal) or is it a more sensitive subject? Would this kind of change also be announced at a Gathering/how would that be done?

Injury renames are the same as any other rename! They get the same amount of respect and are announced at Gatherings ("Wrenfoot survived a deadly injury and has been renamed Halfface!" and then everyone goes "Oh SHIT, nice man!"). Usually the actual injury and the reason for it are not given by the leader so the namee gets the chance to brag about how they got fucked up super hard and then walked away to the curious Gathering-goers.

Misnaming can happen in this case, but it's very rare. The reason for that is, well, the reason they were renamed is right in your face, constantly reminding you of who they are now. Hard to mistake Halfface for her old name when every time you see her, you're astonished at how a cat can lose an ear, an eye, and a good deal of their muzzle-skin and still live out in the wild. If you do, though, you're just reminded verbally of the new name, and then you carry on.

[we-rate-warrior-names]

hi! do u mind some name suggestions for a wrenpaw? shes friendly, clumsy, peaceful and from thunderclan!! ty!!!

I hope these help!

Wrenfoot

Wrenhop

Wrensong

Wrenflutter

Wrenheart

Wrencloud

Wrenbreeze

Wrenjump

Wrensplash

[warriorsfireandwater]

Chapter Four

In the morning, Dawnwhisker woke Firepaw up with a light jab to his belly. “Wake up.”

The tom lifted his head. “Er… huh?”

“Get up,” the molly repeated. “Time to see the territory.”

Firepaw parted his jaws in a wide yawn before he rolled over and sat up. He was still so tired, and judging from the dim light outside, it could only have been just past dawn. Why on earth did these cats get up so early?

“Don't worry,” Dawnwhisker said, a bit sympathetically. “There’ll be time for rest later. RiverClan gets an early start so we can relax in the hottest part of the day. But let's get going.”

Reluctantly, Firepaw followed her out of the den. Outside, there were a number of small groups of cats gathering and then leaving the camp together. “Patrols,” Dawnwhisker explained. “Best time to fish is around dawn and dusk. We’ll join them together once you've become more familiar with the territory.” She flicked her tail towards another group, made of a few young cats. “Those are the other apprentices,” she meowed. “They'll be your denmates from now on. But you can meet them later. They'll be headed off to battle training today—another important thing you'll have to learn to be a warrior.”

There's a lot to learn, Firepaw thought, feeling a bit overwhelmed and still half-asleep. Training, territory, patrols… then there's this ‘StarClan’ business and something about a code? How am I supposed to remember it all?

“Come on,” Dawnwhisker said, starting off again. “Let's go.”

Together they left the camp. Firepaw was aware of the stares on him, and many weren't quite friendly. They passed the apprentices on the way out, and though most ignored him, one actually hissed as he walked by.

“That was Silverpaw,” Dawnwhisker explained as they brushed through the reeds. “Most of that lot will be fine, but he's prickly.”

I'd say! Firepaw thought. He just hoped this Silverpaw would leave him alone, at least.

They stopped at the riverbank for a moment after walking through the reeds. “As you know, this is our river,” Dawnwhisker began to explain. Firepaw followed her gaze across the wide stretch of the river to Sunningrocks. He suppressed the urge to shudder. I could have died there yesterday. “Many generations ago, the river flowed around Sunningrocks there, so it was undisputed as part of our territory. The river flooded, though, and when it returned to its normal size, Sunningrocks turned up on the other side of it. RiverClan and ThunderClan have been fighting for it ever since.” She glanced down at Firepaw. “One day, you will be sure to take part in these battles. RiverClan is rarely attacked, but Sunningrocks is guaranteed to be a battle ground.”

Firepaw pricked his ears with interest. “Will the fighting ever stop?” he asked. “Didn’t you win Sunningrocks yesterday?”

“Well, yes,” Dawnwhisker meowed. “But ThunderClan will recover and strike back when they’re ready. If they cross the border, then there’ll be another fight. Sunningrocks has traded paws many times, Firepaw.” She frowned for a moment. “Honestly, I don’t think you or I will live to see the day when that fighting stops.”

“Some day,” she went on, as she turned to start to walk upstream. “You’ll learn to swim in the river. But we’ll have you practice in the shallows first.” Dawnwhisker chuckled to herself. “Like we do with the kits.”

Even the kits swim? Firepaw swallowed at the thought of swimming again. “Um… okay.”

Dawnwhisker smiled and flicked Firepaw with her tail. “I know it doesn't sound exciting. But you'll learn in time. Let's keep going.”

The pair traveled on up along the river for some time, and Firepaw admired RiverClan’s territory—his territory—as Dawnwhisker pointed out choice hunting spots or simply quiet, secluded locations. Though there weren't many trees, those that stood were beautiful and not cramped together, as they had been in the forest. Smooth beech trees stood tall and proud, while elegant willows cast shade over parts of the river. As they walked, the river began to curve north, the land began to slope uphill, and the water started to drop farther down from the shore.

“If you look up ahead, you'll see the bridge,” Dawnwhisker explained. “Sometimes humans will stay near it for a few days. They set up odd pelt-dens and hunt for fish in the summer. Usually, they don't cause too much trouble, but we try to stay away from them. The worst they can do is throw their rubbish in the river, which poisons the fish, but it isn't usually severe.” She veered away from the river, heading north, where the peaks of the mountains could be seen in the far distance. Out this way, there was the beginnings of a moor, covered in bright wildflowers. As they traveled, Firepaw spotted a few huge brown creatures that were eating grass.

“What are those?” Firepaw whispered, staring at the creatures oddly.

“Don't worry, they're just horses,” Dawnwhisker explained. “They’re grass-eaters, so they won't attack like a fox or badger would. The humans sometimes bring sheep here, which are about half a horse’s size and look like clouds.” She twitched her whiskers in amusement at Firepaw’s nervousness. “Don't worry, they're both peaceful creatures. You could probably take a nap under them and they wouldn't mind. If you do ever get close to them, though, move slowly, because if they get spooked, they'll buck and could trample you easily.”

Firepaw nodded, but still eyed the tall horses suspiciously as they went on. A few lifted their heads to watch as they went, but most continued to munch on the lush grass. Dawnwhisker eventually flicked her tail to their right, where the human shelters were set up near a large stone bridge, and noted that that was the human site and bridge. Soon they headed back towards the river, where it was now much farther below them.

“This is the gorge,” Dawnwhisker explained. “Step forward, carefully. Apprentices are never allowed near it except for when it's shown to them. Even warriors avoid it.”

Firepaw came forward cautiously, then peered over the end. His stomach surged as he saw the swirling white water that rushed along far below. The gorge itself was about the width of a large road, and the ground at the very edge looked very unstable, like it would crumble away if they stepped any closer.

“The river is deadly here,” She cautioned him. “But, it keeps WindClan from invading. All land on that side of the river is theirs.”

Firepaw gazed out across the gorge. Across the river, there was a wide moorland that was even farther uphill.

“In fact,” Dawnwhisker added, “Here comes WindClan.”

Firepaw narrowed his eyes, confused, until he saw three tall, lithe cats streaking after a rabbit down the hillside. He was amazed by their speed—he’d never seen cats moving so quickly. One tom, a young brown tabby, overtook his patrol and caught up to the rabbit before leaping, pouncing, and killing it. The cats had very similar body shape—all were long-legged, and though they were slim, hard muscles showed clearly from under their pelts.

“They mostly hunt rabbits,” Dawnwhisker explained. “Cats like us could never run as fast as they do.”

That was amazing! Firepaw thought. They were so fast.

The WindClan patrol seemed to have spotted them. The three cats approached their side of the gorge, tails lifted in a friendly greeting. “Dawnwhisker, is that you?” A brown-furred molly called. “I haven't seen your pelt since the last Gathering.”

“Morning, Wrenfoot,” Dawnwhisker purred. “How's that son of yours?”

Wrenfoot flicked her tail towards the tabby that had caught the rabbit. “Right here,” she replied. “He earned his warrior name a half-moon ago!”

The tabby puffed out his chest. “I’m Owlwhisker now!”

“Owlwhisker, huh?” Dawnwhisker meowed. “Seems the name suits you. That was a good catch.”

“How's your prey running—er, swimming?” Asked the third cat, a gray tom. He chuckled at his own joke.

“Fine enough, Tornear,” Dawnwhisker replied. “But yours runs a little too fast for my liking.”

Firepaw shuffled his paws, and the WindClan cats seemed to finally take notice of him. “Oh, who's this?” Wrenfoot asked. “New apprentice?”

Dawnwhisker nodded. “Mine. His name is Firepaw.”

Firepaw glanced at her, silently praying that she wouldn't mention his birthright. These cats seemed friendly enough, but did they share his new Clan’s sentiment for kittypets?

“Well, that's good to hear,” Tornear replied. “Good luck with your training, Firepaw. You've got a good mentor.”

Firepaw brightened. “Thank you!” And thank goodness she didn't say anything.

“We’d better keep going,” Dawnwhisker said. “Nice seeing you all.”

“They were nice,” Firepaw remarked, as they continued to follow the gorge upstream.

“They usually are,” Dawnwhisker meowed. “We don't have many disputes with them since the gorge keeps us both from crossing the border. Of course, there's always the bridge, but taking territory from other Clan would be pointless. It would be too difficult for either of us to reach and patrol. So, we've almost always been peaceful.”

That's good to know, Firepaw thought. At least WindClan isn’t as heartless at ThunderClan!

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 

Firepaw was exhausted when he finished touring the territory. They'd returned to camp a bit past sun-high, and Firepaw’s muscles were aching all over again.

“Fetch the elders some prey before you rest,” Dawnwhisker told him. “Elders and queens must be fed first. It's an important rule to remember.”

Firepaw’s own stomach twisted with hunger. He hadn't eaten since yesterday. He nodded anyway. “Yes, Dawnwhisker.”

The fresh-kill pile wasn't surrounded by apprentices as it had been before. There was one plump ginger-and-white molly who was staring down at the fish, tail twitching. As Firepaw approached, she glanced up at him. “Hello there,” she meowed. “Don't believe we’ve been introduced.”

“I haven't really met many cats yet,” Firepaw replied, dipping his head respectfully. He could tell by her milk-scent that she was a queen, but judging by the size of her belly, she had yet to give birth.

“Shame,” the queen said. “I'm Mallowtail. Dawnwhisker is my sister. Did you go see the territory?”

Firepaw nodded. “Yep. It's… really nice.”

Mallowtail chuckled. “Well, good. I wanted to tell you that it was good you didn't back down to Whiteclaw when he yowled about you last night. I love him, but he can be a bit of a hothead.”

“Whiteclaw’s your mate?” Firepaw asked, pricking his ears. I'd better start remembering all of this! There's so many cats here.

Mallowtail nodded as she hooked a trout with her claws and pulled it close. “Yeah. The old badger is stubborn, but he's got a good heart. Just not friendly to outsiders. Stay a while and you might understand why we’re not all so welcoming.” She smiled at him, and quickly added, “I voted for you, though. See you around.” She picked up the trout in her jaws and turned away, heading back to the nursery.

Firepaw watched her go. I don't really like that Whiteclaw, but… he thought of Thistlestar and shuddered. I guess I can see why they don't like outsiders.

He returned his attention to the task at hand. Firepaw chose a plump carp and turned around. Thankfully, he recalled where the elder’s den, and padded off towards it. I hope they're nice like Mallowtail.

Firepaw ducked inside the woven reed den. There were four cats inside—two were older, and the other two seemed about his age. One, a gray molly, had been in the middle of speaking, but she stopped and glanced at him as he entered. All four cats stared silently.

Firepaw dropped the fish. “Sorry if I'm interrupting,” he meowed. “I was just bringing some fresh-kill.”

“Ah, well, that's always welcome,” the elderly gray molly purred. “Bring it here, then.”

The larger of the two apprentices leaned in to sniff him as he padded closer. “That's what kittypets smell like?”

The other rolled her eyes and cuffed him over the ears. “I don't think our new denmate is deaf, Beechpaw.”

“What?” Beechpaw asked. “I was just asking.” The brown tom glanced up again as Firepaw dropped the carp at the molly’s paws. “Don't kittypets wear collars?”

Although he wasn't sure how to feel about the comment about his scent, Beechpaw didn't sound malicious. “Most of them do,” Firepaw answered. “But Thistlestar broke mine when he attacked me.”

“Wait,” Beechpaw meowed, eyes wide. “You fought Thistlestar?”

I could hardly call that a fight, Firepaw thought. “Well, sort of…”

“Wow,” the other apprentice meowed, eyes wide. “He's a seriously tough cat. No wonder Crookedstar wanted to invite you to the Clan.”

“Well,” the elder sighed. “If you're done gossiping, you might as well introduce yourselves so I can get back to my story. I'm Graypool, and my companion is Snowfang.”

Snowfang, who hadn't said a word the entire time, huffed quietly.

“He doesn't like kittypets much,” Graypool said, apologetically. “Don't pay him any attention.”

Snowfang glared at her. “Any cat with half a brain doesn’t like kittypets.” Firepaw flattened his ears and tried to ignore the remark.

“I'm Shadepaw,” the second apprentice said. “Guess we’ll be training together from now on.”

“Yeah, Silverpaw’s furious,” Beechpaw snickered. “I wouldn't be surprised if he put a dead frog in your nest already.”

“Silverpaw’s all bark and no bite,” Shadepaw retorted. “He always wants to start trouble, but he wilts when someone snaps back.”

“True,” Beechpaw said. “Remember when he tried to get into it with Minkpaw and she threw him right in the river?”

“Ahem,” Graypool coughed. “As I was saying… Do you want me to finish this story or not?”

Beechpaw pricked his ears. “Yes, please!”

“You're welcome to stay for it, Firepaw,” Graypool purred. “I'm telling them about how Mudfur won a battle for Sunningrocks all on his own.”

Mudfur? Firepaw blinked. He seems so gentle. He sat down quietly.

“Where was I?” Graypool muttered.

“Mudfur challenged Adderfang,” Shadepaw reminded her.

“Ah, yes, that's right,” Graypool said. “Mudfur stepped to the front of the patrol and declared that too many lives had been lost over the rocks. He knew that Adderfang was a respected and mighty warrior of ThunderClan, so he challenged Adderfang to a fight between just the two of them. Adderfang had too much pride to refuse. As soon as Hailstar agreed, Adderfang struck. He lunged for Mudfur, and both cats fought fiercely, swiping and dodging the other’s attacks. Adderfang finally managed to get a blow in on Mudfur’s belly, and he fell back, yowling like he’d been dealt a death blow.”

“It was enough to fool that proud Thunderclanner. Adderfang leaped forward—but Mudfur was ready! He struck him across the face and chest and threw him off easily before he regained his footing. Blood splattered the rocks as the two battled on. Adderfang began to push him back, towards the river, but Mudfur surged forward to meet him head-on, overpowering him. He threw Adderfang to the ground and held him down like you would to an opponent in the water. Adderfang struggled desperately, but Mudfur cut off his breath with a paw, and just like that, Adderfang gave in, and the battle was won.”

“Wasn't that when Mudfur decided he wanted to become a medicine cat?” asked Shadepaw.

“Yes,” Graypool replied. “He was just… so disillusioned by fighting. Mudfur used to be a great warrior, but he was in battles often because of it. I think losing his mate was the last straw, really.”

“Tired of watching cats die,” Snowfang grumbled. “Don't blame him. I've watched a Clan’s worth of cats die in my lifetime. All of my friends and family, gone. Losing his mate struck a heavy blow.”

Mudfur was a warrior first? Firepaw thought.

“But how did he become a medicine cat when he’d already been a warrior?” Beechpaw meowed. “Don't medicine cats get chosen as kits?”

“Usually,” Graypool said. “But StarClan must have recognized a connection to him, or they would have rejected him as a medicine cat and Brambleberry would have had him return to his warrior duties.”

Firepaw shuffled his paws awkwardly. “Er… what's StarClan?” he asked. “I keep hearing about it.”

Beechpaw and Shadepaw stared at him, as though shocked. “You don't know about StarClan?” Beechpaw demanded. “Don't kittypets have any faith in their ancestors?”

“Cats outside the Clans generally don't have stories and legends like we do, Beechpaw,” Graypool gently reminded him. “But it's important for Firepaw to learn about them.”

“Important is an understatement,” Snowfang hissed. “StarClan is part of all of us. Faithless fools cannot truly be Clan cats.” Firepaw flattened his ears. It's not my fault I’ve never heard of them!

“He has time yet,” Graypool said, firmly. “But I don't see why there isn't time for another story. Beechpaw, would you like to tell it? It's your favorite.”

The brown tom lifted his head and grinned. “Oh, absolutely! The story of how the Clans started, right?”

“Of course,” Graypool purred. “You know it well.”

Beechpaw sat up and wrapped his tail around his paws. “Alright, well…”

[oldwarriors-fireandwater]

Chapter Eight

Fireheart crept through the dark tunnel. His ears were alert for the sound of prey. After nearly a moon of working in the tunnels, he had begun to learn how to hunt underground. Although his contributions to WindClan were relatively small, it was clear that the Clan was beginning to recover.

The warriors were beginning to gain weight once more—though they were certainly still slim in comparison to any other Clan, they no longer looked like bony rogues. Two kits were due to be apprenticed by the end of the day.

Fireheart stiffened as he heard the thumping of heavy paws far down the tunnel. A rabbit was coming his way fast. It won’t be expecting me.

The distant thump became a thunder of racing paws. There were two sets now—the heavy feet of the rabbit, and lighter paws of a cat.

Fireheart shot forward as the rabbit came into reach. He collided with it, and the rabbit let out a shrill scream as Fireheart sank his jaws into its neck. The other cat skidded to a halt and waited as Fireheart held the rabbit until it went still.

“Thanks,” the other warrior grunted. It was Mudclaw. “It was just out of reach of my claws.”

Fireheart dropped it and nodded. “I wouldn’t have caught it if you hadn’t sent it this way.”

Mudclaw grunted again and sniffed at the rabbit. “We should head back to camp,” he meowed. “I don’t want to miss the ceremony. I swear, if Ferretstar makes both of those kits moor runners, I will make him eat snails.”

Fireheart snorted, amused and surprised. Mudclaw was always gruff with him, and it was rare to hear anything resembling a joke. “Let’s head out, then.”

Mudclaw picked up the fresh-kill, and the two toms padded back the way Fireheart had came.

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When they arrived in camp, the Clan was bustling with excitement. Every cat was there, chattering excitedly amongst themselves. Snowtail was sitting with the WindClan apprentices, while Bluefur was talking quietly to Doestep and Stagleap. Sorrelcloud and Rabbitfoot were sharing tongues in the shade of the Tallrock.

Ferretstar and Twistedfoot paused in their conversation as they spotted Fireheart and Mudclaw padding into camp. Ferretstar stood quickly and leaped up the Tallrock.

We must have been the last cats out, Fireheart thought. It’s time for the ceremony, then?

Ferretstar sat down and let out a yowl. “All cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Tallrock for a Clan meeting!”

Fireheart was about to pad towards Bluefur and Snowtail to join them, but Mudclaw jerked his chin towards the other side of camp. “Come on,” he grunted. “You might as well be an honorary tunneler. Come sit with us.”

Fireheart blinked, surprised again. He had never before been invited to sit or eat with the tunnelers. “Alright,” he meowed. “Thank you.” He followed him towards one side of the Tallrock, where they sat. They were soon joined by Sorrelcloud and Wrenfoot, and a few moments later, Lizardpaw came hurrying over.

Fireheart glanced over the rest of the Clan. He had never noticed before how much of a clear divide there was in the Clan—the tunnelers were all clustered with him, and on the other side of the camp sat the moor runners. Bluefur and Snowtail were both between the groups, seemingly oblivious to the split warriors.

“Today marks a proud day for WindClan,” Ferretstar meowed. “Two kits are becoming apprentices. WindClan is finally beginning to recover from the pain caused to us by Brokenstar and his followers.” His gaze briefly flickered towards Fireheart before he continued. “We are especially grateful towards the three cats who have stayed with us to help WindClan in our time of need. Tomorrow you return to your Clans, but you will forever be friends of WindClan.”

Bluefur seemed to shift uncomfortably at that. Fireheart nearly rolled his eyes. Are ThunderClan cats always so suspicious? He wondered. I’m glad to be a friend of WindClan’s.

“Now, for the reason we are all gathered—” Ferretstar smiled widely. “Gorsekit and Eaglekit, please come forward.”

Fireheart watched as Morningflower and another queen, Ashfoot, nudged their kits out of the nursery. The two tom-kits hurried towards the Tallrock, bright-eyed. Both were groomed neatly and had their tails held high.

Ferretstar waited until they were standing at the base of the Tallrock. “Gorsekit,” he began. “Until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Gorsepaw.” He looked towards the tunnelers. “Sorrelcloud will be your mentor. Sorrelcloud, your first apprentice was lost in battle, and you still have many skills to pass on to this young cat. Train him well.”

Sorrelcloud sat up straight and blinked, before she dipped her head gratefully and padded towards Gorsepaw. She touched noses with him, smiling.

“Thank StarClan!” Mudclaw whispered. “Another young tunneler.”

Ferretstar turned his gaze towards Eaglekit. “Eaglekit, until you receive your warrior name, you shall be known as Eaglepaw.” Ferretstar paused briefly, looking hesitant. “Wrenfoot will be your mentor.”

Fireheart raised his brows. Both tunnelers? From the sound of it, Mudclaw had almost expected that they would both train as moor runners.

A collective gasp came up from the moor runners.

“What?” demanded Doestep. “But that’s—”

Twistedfoot shot her a sharp look. “Wrenfoot is a capable mentor,” he snapped. “Any issues can be brought to Ferretstar or I privately.” His words were pointed.

Fireheart shifted uncomfortably. They still are trying to keep tunneling a secret from Bluefur and Snowtail. If they let the moor runners complain openly, they’d have to admit to having tunnelers in the first place…

Mudclaw was grinning from ear-to-ear. “Ferretstar never would be so bold to do that if you lot weren’t here,” he whispered. “Any other time and the moor runners would be yowling!”

Fireheart glanced towards the other side of camp. Each moor runner was bristling with indignation, while Bluefur and Snowtail looked completely perplexed.

Wrenfoot hurried towards her apprentice and pressed her nose to his, as though she were afraid Ferretstar might quickly change his mind.

“Eaglepaw!” called Mudclaw. “Gorsepaw!”

The tunnelers were the first to cheer. “Eaglepaw! Gorsepaw!”

Fireheart called out with them. He watched the moor runners, feeling deeply uncomfortable. Though some were shouting, like Twistedfoot and Rabbitfoot, the rest were deadly silent. How mean! Fireheart thought. This is their apprentice ceremony, and they’re too bitter about not getting more moor runners to cheer for them.

Ferretstar lashed his tail. He looked displeased as he stared down at the moor runners. “This meeting is over,” he meowed.

The Clan broke apart into small clusters. Some of the moor runners were glaring towards the tunnelers, tails flicking with frustration.

Fireheart shifted awkwardly. Is it always like this? He wondered. How is WindClan supposed to be strong when they’re so divided like this?

[perennialwarfare]

because i thought drawin lil flags would be better than having them in the bg of simple headshots, but i knew i’d just make myself suffer either way fjhskfg these are my wc ocs do not use these for personal/side blog use!

[warriorpine]

ThunderClan Revised Allegiances (ItW)

Leader: Bluestar - blue molly Deputy: Redtail - small tortoiseshell tom (afab) with a distinctive ginger tail Medicine Cat: Spottedleaf - beautiful tortoiseshell molly Warriors: Dappletail - tortoiseshell molly with a distinctive dappled coat Patchpelt - black-and-white tom Rosetail - blue tabby she-cat Lionheart - handsome amber tabby tom with thick fur and white paws Goldenflower - pale amber molly Brindleface - beautiful calico molly Tigerclaw - large dark brown tabby tom Whitestorm - black silver tabby tom Darkstripe - sleek, dark black tabby tom Wrenfoot - small brown tabby tom with white (formerly Runningwind) Mousefur - small dusky brown molly Aspentail -  pale gray tabby tom with white (formerly Longtail) Queens: Willowpelt - dilute calico molly (mother of Whitestorm’s kit Swiftkit) Frostfur - very pale gray-and-white molly with blue eyes (mother of Lionheart’s kits Brackenkit, Thornkit, Brightkit, and Cinderkit)  Apprentices: Dustpaw - dark black tabby tom (Redtail) Ravenpaw - small black tom with white (Whitestorm) Sandpaw - pale ginger molly with white (Tigerclaw) Graypaw - blue silver tabby tom with long fur (Lionheart) Elders: One-eye - pale gray she-cat, retired early due to blindness in one eye Speckletail - pale amber tabby, the oldest cat in ThunderClan Smallear - gray tom with small ears Halftail - large dark black tabby tom with part of his tail missing Robinwing - calico molly

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Moon 32

yep

Thank you to everyone who left kind words on yesterday's post. I really appreciate it. <3

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Moon 1

Trying something new with my artstyle lmao

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Moon 4!

Finally! Things are happening!

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Moon 5

Old men

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