#bramblingcloud

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i think at some point frostflower will break up with flakefang and get with bramblingcloud cause ive just lowkey shipped the, since i made their kits grow up together haha

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Ravenshade, Bramblingcloud and Oakfoot

April 21st, 2017

unfortunately i dont have their original designs anymore so sorry if you wanted to see that. but here are some of the senior warriors in my oc tribe. ravenshade and bramblingcloud share the same mother, with the latter being the older. oakfoot was bramblingcloud’s mate, and they were the parents of briarstripe, whiskerheart, and dipperstorm. oakfoot died to greencough before his kits were born. bramblingcloud seeked ravenshade’s brother, spiderheart, for comfort. but then he died. ravenshade is a comfort to frostflower after flake left her. they do become mates, but never have kits. bramblingcloud never took on a mate after oakfoot, even though rumors had once spread she and spiderheart were mates. she angrily denied it, saying that he was her half-brother. the rumors immediately stopped afterwards.

so basically to sum up their changes, ravenshade didnt change at all. bramblingcloud was originally minnowcloud, and oakfoot was originally brackeneye. minnowcloud was a black bicolor molly with blue eyes, and brackeneye was a brown mackerel tabby with green eyes. now bramblingcloud is a tortoiseshell and white (not a calico) molly, and oakfoot is a chocolate classic-tabby tom

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my favorite names out of my ocs are Sweetwhisker, Frostflower, Flakeheart, Honeyspots, Maplesong, Mudskip, Bramblingcloud, and Troutsplash!!

another "Sweet" name yay!!! I like Frostflower and Maplesong a lot too

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its bi visibility day!! i was gonna do more but didnt have the time ;;

in order: bi bramblingcloud, bi puddlesplash, and bi apricotstripe!

(pls dont use as icons!!)

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making family trees is so fun.. and i love the base i made

also made it in ms paint, which i havent used in forever (except for the background)

so heres the rubbleclan family tree c;

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Robinpaw

Apprentice of RubbleClan

7 moons old

Mentor: Talonheart

Mother: Bramblingcloud

Sisters: Briarpaw, Larkpaw

Robinpaw is a very rambunctious cat, filled with energy and devotion to her Clan. She strives to be the best warrior ever, and wouldn’t say no to maybe becoming RubbleClan’s leader either. She’s already training hard under the mentorship of the Clan’s deputy, and she doesn’t back down to a challenge. Robinpaw cares more for other cats than herself, always ensuring before she goes to sleep that the elders and queens have been fed. Her sense of humor is reason enough to like her past immature ways, and she has aided Mothpaw in a few pranks. Sweetpaw is her closest friend, and she loves training with him.

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Larkpaw

Apprentice of RubbleClan

7 moons old

Mentor: Blackstorm

Mother: Bramblingcloud

Sisters: Robinpaw, Briarpaw

Larkpaw is the oldest of her littermates, and she sure prides herself on it. If her sisters are on separate sides of the spectrum, Larkpaw is in the middle. She’s clever and intelligent, but loves competition and proving herself. She always seems to know what to say to comfort others, but can let her pride get the best of her. Larkpaw gets along best with her sister Robinpaw, but she doesn’t neglect Briarpaw either. She has the closest relationship with their mother, Bramblingcloud, and they often train or hunt together.

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Briarpaw

Apprentice of RubbleClan

7 moons old

Mentor: Fleetfoot

Mother: Bramblingcloud

Sisters: Larkpaw, Robinpaw

Briarpaw is the youngest born of her littermates. She’s seen as the baby of the three mollies, and is quite different from them. She’s much more quiet and reserved, and a lot more considerate. Briarpaw enjoys the simpler things in life, and is content with whatever comes her way. She has a crush on Sweetpaw, but they aren’t as close as he is with her sisters. Briarpaw can get easily flustered, and doesn’t speak up for herself. But her cheerful attitude and kind gestures make her more likeable in the Clan.

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*spoilers!* The Tribe of Falling Snow- Family Tree

First Generation: Left to Right (20/20 deceased)

Ravenclaw, Dustclaw, Swiftsong, Sorrelfoot, Goosetail, Willowpool, Fogwhisker, Bluestone, Rookfur, Beetlestar, Brindlenose, Applefall, Clearbreeze, Swanfeather, Falconheart, Hazelpelt, Lavenderstar, Magpieflight, Oakflower, Rowanthorn

Second Generation: Left to Right (10/21 deceased)

Blackberry, Smokestorm, Koisplash, Slatekit, Thistlestar, Silvercloud, Shimmerfrost, Littletooth, Bumblestrike, Honeyspots, Talonheart, Lionclaw, Fleetfoot, Softpelt, Snowstripe, Sparrowtail, Rabbitfoot, Rockthroat, Pebblespeck, Badgerwhisker, Spottedwing

Third Generation: Left to Right (4/22 deceased)

Brackeneye, Bramblingcloud, Ravenshade, Spiderthroat, Troutsplash, Flakeheart, Frostflower, Cindermask, Feathertuft, Russetfang, Oakkit, Dewbreeze, Sandstone, Brightlily, Barkleaf, Sparrowfall, Sootcloud, Seedfall, Mudskip, Doebloom, Maplesong, Emberdawn

Fourth Generation: Left to Right (4/19 deceased)

Briarstripe, Robinwhisker, Dipperstorm, Nightstep, Sweetwhisker, Boulderfang, Cloudtuft, Shadowfur, Lilykit, Raintail, Smokewing, Mothberry, Acornkit, Ryekit, Leapordface, Pheasantface, Dawnfeather, Burnetkit, Lieutenant

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Storm of Ages- Chapter 3

Sweetpaw stalked slowly towards the mouse.

His mentor was watching him intently. The mouse nibbled at the bark of The Fallen Tree, where the medicine cats collected most of their herbs. Sweetpaw took a few steps forward, then pounced, landing on the mouse. He sunk his claws into the mouse’s spine, nipping it with his teeth. He carried his catch over to Honeyspots.

“Well done, Sweetpaw. But next time, try to keep your tail lowered so your prey does not know of your presence. Staying downwind from your prey is also important,” Honeyspots told him.

Sweetpaw nodded, and buried his prey in the clay until they got it later. They headed down the mountain, where there was more life. The newleaf season was coming to a close, and greenleaf was almost here. The trees began to grow leaves, providing more shelter to prey.

“What do you smell?” Honeyspots asked.

Sweetpaw smelled the air. There was a hint of squirrel, but a strong scent of mice. Honeyspots gazed towards the scent of the squirrel, which prompted Sweetpaw to catch the mice. He crouched in the hunting position and followed the scent. He came to a log, where there was a strong smell of mice. He looked in and out the log for mice. There were three inside the log, but luckily, none saw him. He crouched in front of the log, waiting for the mice to come out. Sweetpaw made sure that he was downwind, so he could smell the mice, not the other way around. One of the mouse scurried from the log. Sweetpaw pounced on it, killing it instantly. The other mice saw him, and ran the other direction. Sweetpaw jumped over the log, in pursuit of the mice. He dug his claws into the mice, than nipped their spines. He carried them by the tails, retrieving his other two mice. He met up with Honeyspots; she had a plump squirrel in her mouth. They returned to the cave, dropping their prey on the fresh-kill pile. He saved one mouse for his mother, who decided to stay in the nursery. He entered the nursery, and dropped the mouse next to her. She was asleep, so he left quietly.

“Hey Sweetpaw! I just saw a fox on our territory! Ravenshade scared it away though,” Whiskerpaw told Sweetpaw.

“What if it comes back?” Sweetpaw prompted.

“Ravenshade is talking to Thistlestar about it now,” Whiskerpaw replied.

“When he gets back could we go train, you know, together?” Sweetpaw asked.

“Sure! That sounds fun,” Whiskerpaw answered.

Ravenshade came out from behind the Stonepile, heading towards the warriors den. Sweetpaw guessed they couldn’t train now.

‘Well, I think Larkpaw and Spiderthroat are still here. Maybe you could go train with them?” Whiskerpaw suggested.

“I’ll check with my mentor first,” Sweetpaw said. He went towards the warriors den to look for Honeyspots. She was grooming her mate, Bumblestrike. He decided not to disturb them. Maybe later he and his mentor could go on the dusk-patrol. Sweetpaw went inside the nursery to see his mother. She was nibbling at the mouse he gave her. She looked up at him, and he went and sat next to her.

“Sweetpaw, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you,” she began.

He cocked his head curiously. “What is it?”

“Have you ever wanted to be a big brother?” Frostflower asked.

“Sometimes, I guess. Why?” he frowned.

“I’m expecting kits!” she purred.

“Really?” His grin widened. “I’m gonna be a big brother?”

“I wouldn’t lie to you, sweetheart,” she laughed.

The white tom excitedly pranced around the den. He nuzzled into his mother’s fluffy fur, purring loudly. He couldn’t wait until he became a big brother. He’d make sure to be the best influence to his younger sister or brother, or more. He happily trotted out of the nursery. Talonheart was organizing patrols; he saw Honeyspots being assigned to one, so he hurried over to her.

“Can I join your patrol, Honeyspots?” he asked his mentor.

“There’s already five cats on her patrol,” grumbled Talonheart.

“I’ll let Sweetpaw take my place,” Bramblingcloud offered.

“Fine then,” Talonheart rolled his eyes, and swept his tail on the ground.

Sweetpaw thanked her, and followed the patrol out of the cave. In the patrol was he, Honeyspots, Troutsplash, Mudskip, and Sootcloud. Mudskip took the lead as they headed down the mountain towards the wooded areas. Troutsplash and Mudskip followed a rabbit scent, while Sootcloud, Sweetpaw, and Honeyspots looked for other prey. Sweetpaw could smell a squirrel, but it was in a tree.

“Oh I probably should’ve taught you how to climb a tree,” said Honeyspots with embarrassment.

“What you’ll have to do is dig your claws into the bark of the tree, to start off with,” Honeyspots demonstrated.

“Then, you climb up the tree, make sure your claws are hooked to the bark tightly so you don’t fall,” she said, climbing up the tree.

She slithered onto a branch with stealth, a squirrel on the end of the branch. She crouched in the hunter’s position, her claws still hooked to the wood. She stalked forward slowly, pausing when the squirrel looked around. She made a small jump forward, sinking her front-claws into the squirrel. It went limped as picked it up. Her claws she lowered herself onto the grass.

“Now you try. There’s a thrush on that tree over there.” She acknowledged a tree with a frail-looking thrush perched on a branch.

Sweetpaw almost scared it away by running towards the tree. He quietly sunk his claws into the bark, pushing himself closer to the branch. He landed on the branch, careful not to startle the thrush. He stalked it, making careful movement. He pounced, but he missed the thrush. He crashed off the branch into a thorn bush, the thrush flying away in fear.

“It’s alright Sweetpaw. No one gets every catch,” Honeyspots told him.

Sweetpaw picked out the thorns in his fur while everyone else in the patrol caught prey. As they headed back towards the cave, Sweetpaw saw a small squirrel nibbling on a nut near the rock wall.

“Can I catch it?” he asked his mentor.

“Quickly,” Honeyspots replied.

Sweetpaw raced towards it, pouncing flatly on the squirrel. He nipped its spine, and carried it back to the patrol. They returned to the cave, placing their prey on the fresh-kill pile.

“Talonheart said me, Dipperpaw, and our mentors can go on the dusk-patrol! It’s going to be super fun!” Whiskerpaw told Sweetpaw.

“Patrols are not meant to be fun, Whiskerpaw,” said Ravenshade, walking up to them.

“They’re a little fun?” Whiskerpaw said.

Ravenshade directed her with his tail to follow him. Dipperpaw and Spiderthroat waited for them, then they set out. Sweetpaw remembered that there was a fox lurking in their territory. He hoped it wouldn’t harm Whiskerpaw, or anyone else for that matter.

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Storm of Ages- Prologue

A gray tom and an amber molly trudged through the leg-high snow, each carrying prey. 

The tom squinted his eyes through the raging snowfall. His paws felt frozen, and the mouse he caught probably was too. The quicker he and his Tribemate climbed higher up the freezing mountain, the sooner they could be safe in their camp.

“Sparrowfall, can you see the cave?” the tom asked his companion.

“Not really, Flakeheart,” grunted Sparrowfall.

Flakeheart hissed under his breath and kept an eye out for the cave. The snow was becoming deeper, making it harder to move forward. Sparrowfall was having a much harder time getting through the snow because of her shorter legs, so Flakeheart would patiently wait until she caught up to him. Flakeheart soon heard a distant yowl of a molly. He pondered who made the sound, and then it struck him; his mate was having his kits. His eyes flashed with anxiety and he started to move faster.

“Flakeheart, wait for me! You’re going too fast!” Sparrowfall pleaded.

But Flakeheart raced higher up the mountain, until he saw the familiar cave. Sparrowfall soon caught up to him, hissing at him. Flakeheart could understand her upsetness, but didn’t bother to apologize, not right now at least. The medicine cat, Hollowbranch, noticed Flakeheart at once.

“Flakeheart! Frostflower had just given birth to your kits. Come see them!” he mewed.

Flakeheart caught Sparrowfall’s eye; realization lit up in her eyes, and she nodded to him. He quickly padded to the nursery, where his mate, Frostflower, had resided for some time. Her icy, bright-blue eyes were faint of tiredness, and her fur was tangled. Beside her was one single kit; a white tom, who eagerly suckled her. Frostflower looked up at Flakeheart, pride and love gleaming from her eyes. Flakeheart nuzzled his mate and laid beside her, watching their kit.

“He’s beautiful,” murmured Flakeheart, his eyes still watching their kit.

“You’ll be great parents,” murmured Bramblingcloud.

Flakeheart flickered his eyes to the queen. Her amber eyes gazed kindly at Flakeheart, in which he returned with a nod. Bramblingcloud had three kits to handle (who were climbing all over her at that moment), and ever since her mate Brackeneye died of whitecough, she has to care for them all alone. Flakeheart returned his gaze to his kit. The kit began to mewl quietly. Flakeheart realized he had abandoned his prey outside the cave. He padded out of the nursery towards the fresh-kill pile, grateful to see that his mouse was there. He’d have to thank Sparrowfall for that. He grabbed the mouse and returned to the nursery. He laid the mouse in front of Frostflower, in which she slowly began to eat. Flakeheart realized she didn’t look like her normal self.

“Frostflower, are you feeling fine?” he asked her.

“Huh? Oh yes yes, I feel fine,” she half-assured him.

Hollowbranch approached the den, pride shining in his eyes. The pride drifted away as he noticed Frostflower’s condition. He laid in front of her and examined her. Frostflower didn’t argue as she was starting to drift into sleep.

“I’ll need to see her shortly; she may have caught some sort of illness,” Hollowbranch announced to Flakeheart.

Unaware that Hollowbranch was present, Frostflower jumped awake. Flakeheart licked her ear to comfort her. He realized that their son did not yet have a name.

“Should we name our son now?” Flakeheart asked while she was still awake.

Frostflower blinked of sleep, then looked at their kit. He was sniffing Frostflower, searching for more milk.

“Sweetkit. His fur is like the sweet milk he wants,” Frostflower murmured. Flakeheart nuzzled her, agreeing on their son’s name.

“Sweetkit,” Flakeheart repeated, gazing at him.

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Storm of Ages- Chapter 1

Sweetkit pounced in the air, landing clumsily next to Whiskerkit.

Whiskerkit’s eyes flashed with mischief. Dipperkit gracefully jumped next to her sister,  all while staring at Sweetkit smugly. He bristled from the threat, and just knew he’d have to beat Dipperkit. Briarkit jumped next to Sweetkit, landing clumsily like he did. Briarkit didn’t like competition as much as her sisters, and Sweetkit liked that.

“Okay, the next challenge is: stalk and hunt!” Whiskerkit announced to them.

Sweetkit prayed to the stars he wouldn’t be the hunter; hiding was much more fun. Whiskerkit’s eyes gazed at all of them. Then she head-bumped Briarkit, choosing her as the hunter. Briarkit backed away a moment, then stood up.

“Okay Briarkit; wait a few moments and then come and find us. We’ll only hide in the nursery or in the clearing,” her sister ordered.

Briarkit nodded and closed her eyes. Whiskerkit raced towards the waterfall next to the medicine cat den, then went behind the waterfall. Sick cats were cared for there so no other cat could catch their illnesses. Sweetkit was sure that it was against the rules to hide there, but shrugged it off. He gazed at a pile of leftover gorse near the cave entrance. He scrambled into the pile, wincing at the sharp ends of the bushes. He saw Briarkit begin to move around the clearing, gazing at every possible hiding spot. Briarkit’s yellow eyes gazed past him, focusing on the nursery. She trotted over to the nursery; Sweetkit wondered if that’s where Dipperkit was. Briarkit pranced out the nursery with Dipperkit slowly following her. Sweetkit felt some happiness to know he sort of beat her. As Dipperkit sat on the stone floor, Briarkit sniffed around the clearing. Some of the warriors watched her with amusement. Sweetkit situated himself so his white pelt wasn’t too visible. He closed his eyes, beginning to drift into sleep.

“Found you!”

Sweetkit was startled by Briarkit’s voice. He turned around and faced her. She gazed at him, then hopped off the gorse pile. He followed her and saw Dipperkit still sitting in the clearing. He sat next to her and they watched Briarkit continue to search for Whiskerkit. He heard a yowl from Whiskerkit’s hiding place, and saw the tortoiseshell race out from behind the waterfall. Sweetkit remembered that Feathertuft resided there because of an infection on her eye.

Feathertuft chased her out. “You nosy kit! Watch where you put your paws!”

Briarkit spun around to see Whiskerkit race towards them.

“Ha! I found you all!” Briarkit said with pride. Sweetkit gave a small smile, while Whiskerkit and Dipperkit groaned for their own losses. Whiskerkit began to announce the next challenge, but then Bramblingcloud padded toward them.

“Alright kits; it’s time for you to rest. You’ve had a fun day today, but now you should just relax,” Bramblingcloud told them.

Sweetkit and Briarkit didn’t mind, but Whiskerkit and Dipperkit surely didn’t want to sleep just yet. They all went back to the nursery and returned to their nests. Hollowbranch must’ve just checked on Frostflower because his scent lingered in the nursery. He cuddled up next to his mother, careful not to wake her. Then he drifted into sleep.

Sweetkit woke before Bramblingcloud and her kits. Frostflower was grooming herself when Sweetkit awoke. She began grooming him for a short time before Hollowbranch entered the nursery, with some type of leaf in his mouth. He set them down next to his mother.

“These are some borage leaves; they will help your milk,” Hollowbranch told Frostflower.

Hollowbranch chewed up the leaves into a poultice, in which Frostflower licked up. Hollowbranch then left the nursery. Sweetkit followed him into the clearing. The dawn patrol was about to set off, and their leader, Thistlestar, was speaking to some apprentices. Sweetkit couldn’t wait until he became a warrior. His mother told him it would be soon when he would become an apprentice, which made him more excited about every passing day. He heard Whiskerkit, Briarkit, and Dipperkit wake quite loudly. He heard their mother scolding them.

“Sweetkit; come back in the nursery,” his mother called.

Sweetkit went back inside the nursery and sat next to Frostflower. Frostflower quietly told Bramblingcloud to take she and her kits outside the nursery. The tortoiseshell queen and her kits padded out of the den, Whiskerkit taunting Sweetkit that he’s in trouble. Sweetkit hissed at her, his mother giving him a stern look. She looked towards the den entrance; Flakeheart padded in and sat next to Frostflower. Sweetkit stared up at them both.

“We just wanted to say that we’re so proud of you,” his mother purred.

“You’ll be a smart and strong warrior someday,” Flakeheart agreed.

“Really?” Sweetkit chirped.

“Of course, son,” Flakeheart licked Sweetkit’s head.

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Storm of Ages- Allegiances

The Tribe of Falling Snow

Leader: Thistlestar- blue-gray tabby molly with copper eyes

Deputy: Talonheart- dark-ginger tabby tom with yellow-green eyes

Medicine Cat: Hollowbranch- brown tom with dark-green eyes

Apprentice: Maplesong- ginger-brown molly with orange eyes

Warriors: Sparrowfall- brown molly with short legs and green eyes

    Littletooth- smaller black molly with an overbite and yellow eyes

    Flakeheart- silver-gray tabby tom with white belly and feet with icy-blue eyes

    Cindermask- black tom with white splotches on face and paws with green eyes

    Honeyspots- brown calico molly with pale-green eyes

    Fleetfoot- longhair white molly with yellow eyes

    Troutsplash- blue tabby molly with white paws and tail-tip with yellow eyes

    Ravenshade- tall black tom with pale-copper eyes

    Mudskip- white tom with brown spots and pale-blue eyes

    Seedfall- brown spotted tabby molly with pretty green eyes

    Spiderheart- black tom with white paws and chest with copper eyes

    Lionclaw- longhair golden tom with bright-green eyes

    Feathertuft- beautiful silver tabby molly with yellow eyes

    Bumblestrike- gray tom with yellow eyes

    Softpelt- pretty longhair white molly with blue eyes

    Sootcloud- brown tom with amber eyes

Apprentices: Nightpaw- black and white tabby molly with copper eyes

    Leopardpaw- brown spotted-tabby molly with white snout and paws with green eyes

    Pheasantpaw- brown spotted-tabby tom with yellow eyes

    Mothpaw- brown tom with yellow-green eyes

Queens: Frostflower- white molly with bright-blue eyes (mother to Sweetkit, white tom with small cream spots and icy-blue eyes)

    Bramblingcloud- dark-brown tortoiseshell and white molly with bright-amber eyes(mother to Robinkit, tortoiseshell molly with green eyes, Dipperkit, dark-brown molly with amber eyes, Briarkit, dark-brown tabby molly with yellow eyes)

Elders: Rockthroat- pale-brown tom with amber eyes

    Dewbreeze- young cream molly with no sense of smell and bright-green eyes

    Rabbitfoot- pale-brown molly with no left hind-foot and amber eyes

    Badgerwhisker- black tom with white spots and blue eyes

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Bramblingcloud

Queen of RubbleClan

45 moons old

Daughters: Robinpaw, Briarpaw, and Larkpaw

Reserved and quiet, Bramblingcloud is a cat of little interest. She’s remained a permanent queen since she finished her apprenticeship, aiding in raising the kits of her fellow queens. Many cats refer to her as “their second mother”, and has close friendships with most of the younger cats. One of the closest cats she’s friends with is young Frostflower, the loner-turned-Clan cat. Bramblingcloud felt pity for the queen and her newborn son Sweetkit, and was a big help in welcoming Frostflower. At the time, Bramblingcloud was raising her first litter, who she openly admits where a pain in the tail. Their father was a tom Bramblingcloud admired in their Clan, who in turn liked her gentleness and patience. He died of illness before their kits were born, and the pregnant molly was heartbroken. Bramblingcloud isn’t one to dwell on the past, and has passed her grief long ago. She has a natural understanding of problems her Clanmates face, and is often asked for advice. She is considered an integral part of RubbleClan, even if she doesn’t hunt or fight like a traditional warrior.