#clearlilac

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when I've always wanted to be leader of my clan, but then my brother has a vision that my other brother becomes leader, so I snap and try to kill him, getting killed myself, and sent to hell as punishment, my God refusing to acknowledge that I wish to atone for my sins

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ClanGen Moon 0

Welcome to WillowClan!

Quietstar - 114 moons, 9 lives remaining, an insecure dream shaper and a great kit sitter

Pumaback (deputy) - 73 moons, a righteous and unusually strong fighter

Daisybubble (medicine) - 154 moons, a charismatic and naturally intuitive elder

Breezecloud - 29 moons, a phenomenal hunter and great teacher but completely oblivious

Wingkit - 5 moons, an ambitious moss-ball hunter

Riverdusk - 103 moons, a cunning storyteller

Downypad - 151 moons, an adventurous hunter with swimming skills

Sloefall - 141 moons, a strong fighter but childish (perhaps it's just childlike whimsy)

Moon 0:

Moonlight shone on the long moore grass as puffy, bunny-tail-like clouds quickly traced the sky. The breeze was refreshing but fell on numb fur as the cats trudged on the freshly dampened earth. New-leaf had been generous with rain so far. Quietflit looked behind her as she walked. She had known the elders who followed her would need a slower pace after walking for such a long time but seeing them now, tailing even farther behind with every step, she realized how desperate the group was for a camp. Wingkit, who had started the trek outpacing every other cat, now had to be carried by Riverdusk after complaining of sore paws. Were these the cats StarClan had prophesied would found a new great clan? 

It's not that Quietflit didn't trust the group; she didn't trust herself to lead them to that destiny. Clearlilac, the medicine cat of RiverClanClan, had been very clear what must be done before his untimely death but had he been correct to pick Quietflit to fulfill this prophecy? Quietflit wrestled with these thoughts as the group walked on. Desperate to bite the throat of this insecurity and bring it to the ground. The group behind her, who had been willing to follow her for a moon, trusted her. Clearlilac trusted her; in life and in death. The dreams of him had only grown stronger since they said their final goodbyes to RiverClan. The sound of his voice in her ear, giving her comfort and guidance on which paths to take through the many forests, hills and swamp lands they walked through. The only thing she had to worry about was taking each step.

A gasp came from Pumaback who had been walking at her side. Quietflit looked up. Her eyes shone with disbelief. Of course StarClan could be trusted. Of course Clearlilac had been right. Of course leaving RiverClan had been the right path for this group of cats. In front of her, as if placed there by the paw of StarClan, lay a large shallow cliff enclosed clearing. Tunnels framed by smooth stones encircled the camp as soft fresh sprouts of grass, no larger than a mouse tail, grew at the center. The willow tree that marked the end of their journey grew at the far end of the clearing, its long dainty branches hung over the slope. At that moment, Quietflit could feel the dragging weight of her group's StarClan given duties lift. 

She turned to face the brave cats who had followed her. Their many-colored eyes shone brighter in the moonlight. Now full of life as they took in the sight they had longed for. "When we set out a moon ago, I did not know tonight would be the night that our many days of wandering would conclude." She smiled as Wingkit was gently placed on the ground. Sleep weighed down the kit's eyelids. Quietflit knew Wingkit wouldn't remember this in the morning but somehow that added to the cuteness of the scene. "You are brave warriors, braver than me that's for sure. I believe this is the place Clearlilac prophesied that we would settle in. I see questioning in your eyes Downypad." Quietflit chuckled. "No, I also did not anticipate living like a WindClan cat but if you listen closely there seems to be a stream nearby. We have not lost our roots, we have simply outgrown our mother soil. Let's begin the duties of making this place a camp tomorrow but you all have done more than enough to earn a long rest." The wind rustled in the grass and the group took a collective breath. Each cat found the footing they needed to enter the camp. It took less than a minute for each cat to collapse into their hollow and drift to sleep.

That night, Quietflint dreamed once again. This one was not like the others. Her eyes opened and she took in her surroundings, awe filling her from tail tip to nose. The hair on her shoulders raised and her ears twitched. This was no the MoonStone cave. She was standing on a large ledge looking over a valley spit by a river. The rock behind her and under her paws was smooth, black, and reflected each star above her head perfectly as if a mirror. It looked as if she was sitting amongst the stars looking over the land below as StarClan would. 

The stars began to move and twinkle as if many unseen cats walked in front of them. Then two stars lowered closer to her and blinked slowly. Clearlilac manifested from the light, the two stars becoming his eyes. As Clearlilac approached her, she swiveled her ears behind her. Whispers of her ancestors quietly chanted words she could barely make out in unison. "We grant you your remaining 8 lives." Each voice distant, but together they shook Quietflint to the core. "Use them well and with our blessing." 

Their starry eyes stared into the back of her head as Clearlilac touched noses with her. "Welcome to StarCliff, Quietflint. Or-" he looked her up and down with an expression that seemed knowing of her every thought, "should I say Quietstar?" A hearty laugh that reverberated across the land followed. "Well done! The trek was not easy but every cat that came with you I selected myself." He raised his whitened chin in teasing pride.

Quietstar could do nothing but slowly nod. What was there to say that Clearlilac and the cats that watched her didn't already know? "You really do live up to your name." He laughed again. "Anyway, it's about time you returned back to your clan. WillowClan. But I must warn you of something. There is a deeply personal relationship in the clan that will come to an untimely end, however, the young one will recover. She will find comfort in a cat close to you. Go to them now and return to StarCliff in a moon. The path will be clear when you need it." And with a smile, he touched his nose to Quietstar's forehead. A blinding light forced her eyes closed and once she was able to open them again she was in the hollow. Pumaback slept peacefully next to her as the light of a new day shone into Quirtstar's eyes. She sat up and licked her chest to soothe herself. The stretch and yawn that followed cleansed the remaining sleep from her body. 

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old warrior cat ocs, one guy isn't colored bc I didn't have any good markers that matched him ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Wanted to post a pic tonight but my little project isn’t ready yet SO I decided to draw some of my characters from  my old fanclan. (Miss them :’( )

Pictured above are Foxbriar (who was born with three ears and experiences seizures), Brookpoppy (born with no tail and breathing troubles), and Sagetooth (born with MANY toes and heart problems)

Foxbriar, Brookpoppy, Sagetooth and Smallkit were born from Clearlilac and a random loner. Clearlilac realized she was pregnant and tracked down the loner and killed him, her brother Speckleant had to help her clean up. Clearlilac gave birth to her kits but Smallkit was stillborn, after other story points occur, Clearlilac is killed and Speckleant and his brothers take over caring for them.

Growing up, the three are excluded from the clan and take care of each other. Their other uncles, Lightpounce and Pinecreek, watch over them but mostly Speckleant fiercely defends them from ignorant cats. They each take different fronts to the clan, Foxbriar takes up the aggressive role once he notices his littermates won’t (Sagetooth) or can’t (Brookpoppy), he thinks to bite first so others leave him and his family alone, while he’s actually a really nice and fun cat. Sagetooth thinks that the aggressive role won’t help in the long run, he is all work and no play and claims that treating those who are rude with politeness will make them feel uncomfortable. Brookpoppy thinks that if he just excludes himself that others will have no reason to mess with him, but that assumption is his downfall as cats bully him even more. With Foxbriar usually there to combat the others or Sagetooth to guide him away from the jeers, Brookpoppy never developed a way to defend himself and lacks the courage to.

Brookpoppy eventually runs away from the clan to an unknown place where he meets a loner by the name of Jack, Jack becomes his friend and is able to develop confidence on his own, while simultaneously helping Jack out of his own problems. Speckleant is devastated when he hears from a panicked Sagetooth and worried Foxbriar that Brookpoppy is missing, they look for him for moons but never find him, except for the ring of mushrooms where his scent disappeared, Speckleant visits that spot a lot after that. Foxbriar is angry and asks Sagetooth to run way to go find Brookpoppy but Sagetooth is able to convince him that it wouldn’t be what Brookpoppy wants. They force themselves to continue living in the clan, feeling more alone than ever.

Two cats are able to find an interest in Foxbriar and Sagetooth that isn’t founded in ill-intentions, Skybark and Thrushfall. Thrushfall is able to tear down Foxbriar’s walls and discover the true cat inside, they eventually become best friends. Skybark is able to do the same with Sagetooth and they become mates, having a litter of kits too. The day comes suddenly when Brookpoppy returns with a newfound confidence and a new clanmate. The three are elated to be reunited and Speckleant is proud to have his family complete once again.

However, their health problems do return with a vengeance and cut all three cats’ lives short. Sagetooth collapses on the forest floor during patrol one day and was never able to get up, dead before his kits were apprentices. Foxbriar experiences a seizure too great and causes him to lose his life. While Brookpoppy dies in his sleep after not getting enough oxygen.

(A sad ending, I know, sorry ;_;) Sorry for rambling so much! I just really miss these guys.