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🌼DaisyClan: The Founders🌼

Before DaisyClan, there was the Colony, a group of loners that made their home in a large twoleg city. The members of the Colony looked out for one another, but at the end of the day, it was every cat for themselves. They had no code and no guidance from their ancestors. For a while, though, the Colony survived.

Then came the Long Cold, an especially deadly leaf-bare. For moons blizzards raged and prey hid in their dens. Even the twolegs rarely left their homes. Cats began to die, or leave the Colony for a warmer, safer life as a kittypet. The cats who stayed valued their freedom, but began to wonder if it was worth dying for.

That's when the Colony's sickly healer began getting messages from the dead. They told her that they saw potential in the survivors of the Colony, and wanted to led them to a new life. The spirit cats gave the healer a message to pass on to her apprentice: Follow the daisy, and it will take you home . . .

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Daisystar

Daisystar is a noble, intelligent cat. They guided their companions to a new home, and helped them learn the ways of a Clan. Although Daisystar is quite young for a leader, they have proven themselves to be more than worthy of their nine lives. 

Minkstalk

Daisystar’s wise deputy, Minkstalk was always there to support the young leader, even when other cats wouldn’t. Daisystar trusts her deputy’s advice more than any cat’s.

Woodpelt

DaisyClan’s eccentric medicine cat is Woodpelt, who was given the first message from StarClan by her late mentor. She hopes to pass on what she learned to the young cats of the Clan.

Fawnfire

Fawnfire is the best fighter in the Clan, and between that and his cold demeanour, the tom can be quite intimidating. 

Echofall

This ginger tom believed in the power of their ancestors even before Woodpelt received StarClan’s message. In fact, he had a big part in convincing the colony to trust their word.

Woodpaw

Young Woodpaw takes after his mentor, Echofall - he can talk his way out of any situation. He was born on the journey to the forest, and his late mother named him after the medicine cat who delivered him.

Lakespark

This fierce, elderly she-cat has lots of horrifying stories to share about the bitter leaf-bare that nearly wiped them out. Lakespark misses the old colony - she was their leader, before she stepped down in favour of Daisystar. 

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That's all for today! This Thursday, look out for the first moon post to see what challenges DaisyClan will face next . . .

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Finally updated her design! + more info -Shadowclan apprentice, trains under a cat named Ratfreckle (boy wonder who this could be)

-Easily the best at stealth in her generation, capable of almost disappearing at times. Naturally likes to use this to fuck with people. -The warriors HATE her ass. Constantly skips out on duties, puts dead things in cats' nests for shits and giggles, teaches the kits swears, absolute worst ever -Surprisingly opposed to the raids on Riverclan, though only because she's buddy-buddy with one of the apprentices there. Likes to sneak off and meet with her at the border to shittalk their clans to each other.

-Secretly really admires Yewnose, one of the medicine cats, being one of the few cats she respects enough not to mess with.

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🌼DaisyClan: Moon 22🌼

Fawnfire couldn’t believe his eyes. Was this some vivid dream? No, it couldn’t be: he could feel the packed dirt beneath his paws, the ache of his back, the pounding of his heart as he stared at the newcomer standing beneath the Leader’s Ledge. Daisystar was . . . back.

It had been nearly seven moons since DaisyClan’s prophesied leader had disappeared, and by this point, everyone was certain they were never coming back. Fawnfire, as grim as the thought was, had assumed they had died. But how could a cat survive for so long on their own? But, looking at Daisystar, Fawnfire could see they looked as healthy as the day they left. Healthier, even, for their pelt was thick and shiny and their eyes were bright. Where had Daisystar been all this time? Fawnfire was eager to learn of his old friend’s journey. But Daisystar hadn’t spoken a word since entering camp. They just waited, calm and quiet, while Echofall went to fetch Minkstar. 

Other cats were starting to gather now, intrigued by the new scent in their camp. Woodfur and Fawnscar emerged from the warriors’ den, eyes wide at the sight of their former leader. The apprentices, Bubblingpaw, Hoppaw and Brushpaw, padded over to peer at Daisystar in wonder. Woodpelt watched from where she was sorting herbs. Her expression was unreadable, but Fawnfire could see the fur along her spine prickling. It was no secret that Woodpelt had never liked Daisystar. But Fawnfire, for one, was glad to see them return. He trotted toward the Leader’s Ledge and settled himself nearby. Daisystar glanced over at the sound of his approach, and gave him a friendly blink. Fawnfire nodded back, his whiskers quivering. He still couldn’t believe what was happening.

At last, Echofall emerged from the leader’s den, followed closely by Minkstar. Spotting Daisystar, she bounded over, touching noses with the younger cat. “We’d all thought you were gone for good!” Minkstar purred, “It’s so good to see you, my friend.”

“Same to you, Minkstalk,” Daisystar purred back. “Or should I say Minkstar? Either that, or you have been keeping my nest warm for me.” There was no hostility in their tone, but Fawnfire felt the prickle of unease that passed through the gathered clan.

“No, it’s Minkstar now,” the leader mewed, a little sheepishly. “I wasn’t keen on succeeding you, when we weren’t sure when - or if - you were coming back, but Woodpelt convinced me it was for the good of the Clan.”

Daisystar glanced over at Woodpelt. Was that a flash of suspicion in their eyes? But before Fawnfire could even identify it, the look had vanished, and Daisystar turned back to Minkstar. “Honestly, I wasn’t even sure if I’d find my way back.” They admitted, “I was captured by twolegs, and sent to live in one of their nests.” 

There were gasps from the circle of cats around them. “That must’ve been awful!” Woodfur commented.

“Not as awful as I thought it would be - the twolegs I ended up with were kinder than most.” Daisystar said. “But living in their nest was nothing compared to living in this clan. The freedom the forest offers, the responsibility of caring for your clanmates, the kinships you can form . . . well, I missed it here, and I knew I couldn’t stay. I managed to escape, but the hard part was finding my way back. The twolegs had brought me far from the forest. Thankfully, StarClan guided my paws.” Daisystar gazed around at their clanmates, their eyes full of love. “I’m so happy to be back!”

Daisystar’s words were met with yowls of joy as DaisyClan welcomed their former leader home. Fawnfire joined in, but he couldn’t help the worry that gripped his belly. Daisystar was back, but Minkstar was in charge now. Surely StarClan wouldn’t have given her nine lives if they wanted Daisystar to be leader again? But perhaps, they too hadn’t counted on them coming back. So who did StarClan want to lead them? Who did the Clan want?

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Notable Events

Daisystar has returned to the Clan, having escaped their twoleg prison. But now the Clans must decide if Minkstar will continue being leader, or if Daisystar will take her place. Both cats respect each other, and want to do what’s best for the clan. They decide to wait for a sign from StarClan.

Daisystar returns! But who will lead the clan now?

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🌼DaisyClan: Moon 9-10🌼

Moon 9 

The white she-cat was shivering, but from fear or the cold, Daisystar couldn’t tell. Between her front paws, a tiny black kit, barely a day old, was curled up. Daisystar nodded to the little scrap of fur. “Is that your only kit?” They asked.

The she-cat blinked, her round eyes betraying no emotion. “Yes,” She meowed. “The other two were born dead.”

“I’m sorry,” Daisystar said. They paused, considering their options. Would it be wise to invite this cat to stay with them? With leaf-bare on the way, there was no guarantee that DaisyClan would be able to feed even itself. The last leaf-bare was not kind to us, Daisystar thought.

But they couldn’t just leave this new mother and her kit to their own devices. “Well, we have fresh caught prey and warm nests at our camp,” Daisystar said, “You're welcome to stay while you decide what to do.” Even if the loners didn’t stay, they could at least have some shelter for the time. Daisystar waved their tail. “Come. Let’s get you out of the cold.”

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Notable Events

Fawnfire admits to Woodfur that he had a vision, but neither of them can make sense of it.

At the border, the patrol runs into a loner and her newborn kit, asking to join the Clan. Daisystar agrees to let them join. Icyback and Fawnkit settle into camp.

Moon 10

“Tell me about this vision,” Woodpelt prompted.

Echofall frowned, his pelt prickling. “Well, I’m not sure it was a vision,” He muttered, “It was a weird dream, but I felt . . . unsettled when I woke up. Like there were ants in my pelt.” He shifted his paws, then went on. “I saw a daisy, alone in a forest. But as the moons went by, more flowers grew around it, until the daisy was completely surrounded. The other flowers blocked out the sunlight, and choked the daisy’s roots. The daisy died.”

Woodpelt felt a strange energy crackling through her fur. This had to be a vision. She had been waiting for one for moons, but StarClan hadn’t contacted her since her mentor died. The spirits of our ancestors are trying to tell us something, Woodpelt thought, But what? A group of flowers smothering a daisy . . . a posy of flowers, perhaps . . .

Woodpelt dipped her head to Echofall. “Thank you for telling me about your dream,” She said, “It’s very . . . informative.”

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Notable Events

Fawnfire happily retires at the age of 120 moons.

Fawnkit has yellowcough.

Woodpelt is sure she saw Lakespark’s spirit in the forest today.

Daisystar and Woodfur chase a rogue out of their territory.

While gathering herbs, Echofall tells Woodpelt he had a vision from StarClan. Woodpelt has an idea of what the vision means.

Two new cats join the Clan!

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🌼DaisyClan: Moon 5-6🌼

Moon 5

“Are you sure there’s nothing you can do?” Daisystar whispered to Woodpelt. They were huddled in the medicine den, watching as Lakespark twitched and panted on the ground.

Woodpelt’s fur bristled. “No,” She growled under her breath, her eyes haunted. “The venom is in her blood now. There’s nothing I can do.” The medicine cat turned sharply and padded over to where the herbs were stored. She began to gather up the plants that had been strewn about the den in her frenzy to find something that would save the elder.

Daisystar swallowed hard, and crouched, pressing their muzzle into Lakespark’s pelt. They could feel the feverish tremors wracking the old she-cat’s body. “Thank you, Lakespark, for your guidance,” Daisystar murmured, “You taught me how to be the best leader I could be.”

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Notable Events

Woodpaw was given his warrior name, now called Woodfur.

Lakespark was bitten by a snake and passed away.

Moon 6

Echofall laughed good-naturedly, rolling his eyes. “You’re not going to do it, Minkstalk.” He mewed.

Minkstalk was crouched on the edge of the river, her pupils wide as she stared down into the shimmering water. She had spotted a fish dart by, and now was determined to catch it. “Minkstalk,” Echofall said, in a more serious tone. “Come one, we need to get this prey back to-”

Echofall was cut off by a loud splash as Minkstalk plunged into the water, disappearing beneath the surface. With a yowl of surprise, Echofall rushed to the shore, just in time to see Minkstalk’s head appear. In her jaws, there was a large, silver fish.

Echofall gaped as Minkstalk climbed out of the water. She flicked her tail high, and a few water droplets hit Echofall’s nose. Minkstalk dropped her catch. “Next time,” She said, with a smug, playful grin, “Don't be so quick to question your deputy!”

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Notable Events

Woodfur and Echofall chased a dog off DaisyClan territory.

Minkstalk learned how to catch fish.

I was not expecting to lose a founder so soon . . . but such is the way of ClanGen.

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🌼DaisyClan: Moon 3-4🌼

Moon 3

“Do you really speak to StarClan?” Minkstalk asked, as she clawed at the earth. 

Woodpelt glanced up, her tail twitching. “Of course!” She replied, “You don’t believe I can?” 

“No, I believe you.” Minkstalk said with a smile. “I just find it fascinating that you’re able to communicate with our ancestors. What’s it like?”

“Well . . . I don’t know,” Woodpelt sat back, her nose wrinkling as she thought. “It’s an amazing experience, for sure. It makes me feel . . . better connected to our past, I suppose. I’m not sure. It’s hard to explain to a warrior.” Woodpelt huffed, dismissing the conversation with a flick of her ear. “Now keep digging! I need burdock root for my supply.”

Minkstalk’s pelt prickled at the medicine cat’s crisp tone. Did she think that a warrior couldn’t understand the ways of StarClan? No cat fully understands StarClan right now, Minkstalk thought, We’ve only just connected with them!

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Notable Events

Woodpaw thinks he had a vision and tells Echofall. They aren’t sure if it’s a real vision.

Daisystar shares their troubles with Minkstalk, and their platonic relationship improves.

Daisystar and Woodpaw are getting along really well.

Minkstalk prompts Woodpelt to teach her more about StarClan while gathering herbs. 

Moon 4

“Fawnfire,” The brown tom looked up from his mouse. Woodpelt was approaching him, her whiskers twitching. “You went hunting with Echofall this morning, yes?” 

“Yes.” Fawnfire confirmed gruffly, and went back to his meal. 

“Well, I was gathering herbs near the stream,” Woodpelt went on, “And I found a dead rabbit, clearly killed by a cat, and I was certain I caught Echofall’s scent.”

Fawnfire pricked his ears. It didn’t sound like Echofall to blatantly waste prey. “That’s odd.” He murmured. “Well, let me know if you find anything else like that.”

Woodpelt frowned. “What, you’re not going to say anything to Echofall?”

“I don’t think it’s necessary unless it happens again,” Fawnfire mewed with a shrug. He started grooming his forepaws, signalling the conversation was over. With a quiet huff, Woodpelt padded away.

When she left, Fawnfire lifted his head, and glanced across the camp at Echofall. He wouldn’t do something like that . . . would he?

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Notable Events

Echofall wears crow feathers on his pelt.

Fawnfire and Woodpelt both hear an ugly rumour about Echofall.

Fawnfire, Minkstalk and Daisystar steal prey from a fox.

With such a small Clan, not much is going on right now. Please enjoy some gossip and drama for now, and don't worry, things will start getting interesting soon . . .

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🌼DaisyClan: Moon 15-16🌼

Moon 15

Daisystar had been watching the nest for hours, but there had been no sign of twolegs. It must truly be abandoned, They thought, creeping forward. A perfect place for mice to hide!

A patrol had found the place earlier, and had said the air was heavy with prey-scent. Daisystar had come to check it out themself, and realised the patrol hadn’t been exaggerating. But despite the enticing smells, Daisystar had forced themselves to wait, to be sure no twolegs were around. Now, they were sure it was empty.

Cautiously, Daisystar circled the nest, and found a single, small opening on one side. The musky scent of mice drifted out, making Daisystar’s mouth water. They stepped inside, their tail twitched excitedly. Imagine all the prey I could bring back to camp! They thought, Perhaps I should’ve brought a warrior with me.

But as Daisystar entered the nest, they heard an echoing thunk from behind, and they whirled around, pelt bristling. The opening had slammed shut. “Fox dung!” Daisystar hissed, looking around the empty nest. There must be a way out . . .

Daisytstar froze as a rhythmic thumping sounded outside, approaching the now-closed entrance. Their dread built as they realised the noise was pawsteps. Clumsy, heavy pawsteps. Oh no! Daisystar thought, pacing the room, frantically searching for an exit. I’m such a mouse-brain! I’ve fallen right into their trap!

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Notable Events

Fawnpaw is made an apprentice.

Daisystar and Fawnfire have been disagreeing a lot.

Daisystar goes on a hunt by themselves. They are captured by twolegs. 

Moon 16

Gazing up at the glistening white branches of the Moontree, Minkstalk couldn’t help the squeeze of despair in her heart. Daisystar should’ve been leader for many more moons. It was cruel that they were taken from their clanmates so soon. I hope they are okay, somewhere out there, Minkstalk thought. But we can’t spend any more time searching. The Clan needs a leader. With DaisyClan still finding their place in the forest, they couldn’t afford to show weakness. The other Clans seemed neutral at the moment, but there was no telling what they might do if they had an opportunity to strike.

“What’s wrong, Minkstalk?” Woodpelt’s mew jolted the deputy out of her thoughts. “You look troubled.”

“It’s nothing,” Minkstalk replied. “Just thinking about how smart Fawnfire was to retire to the elders’ den”

“Nonsense! Your Clan needs you,” Woodpelt said. “And I know you’ll be a great leader.”

Minkstalk’s pelt prickled as she felt the weight of responsibility fall over her. Yes, she had happily accepted Daisystar’s offer to make her deputy, but she never expected to succeed them. Minkstalk was still in good health, but she’d been around for nearly seven winters, and lately she could feel the strain of all that time in the ache of her bones. “Daisystar was supposed to be our leader,” she murmured, “Now, and for many moons to come.”

“Yes. Such a shame they had to leave us so soon,” Woodpelt commented with a flick of her tail, clearly dismissing the subject. Minkstalk sighed. She knew Woodpelt had never been fond of Daisystar - the medicine cat didn’t like taking orders from someone so young - but she must’ve seen how much good Daisystar had done for the Clan. They founded the Clan, for StarClan’s sake!

But, despite the unfairness of it all, Minkstalk knew she had to push on. She let Woodpelt lead her to the tangled roots of the Moontree. Settling herself down, she looked up at the stars glittering in the gaps between the clouds. Please, StarClan, she prayed silently, let Daisystar be safe, wherever they may be.

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Mite padded into the medicine den, his tail dropping with exhaustion. With so many kits in the camp, he’d been kept on his paws all day, dashing from kit to kit and giving out herbs for every cough, bellyache and sore paw they whined about. Those kits complain more than Fawnfire! Mite thought grouchily. Thank StarClan I never had any of my own.

Reaching his nest, Mite was ready to plop down and let sleep take him. But he noticed his nest was looking uninvitingly flat. Oh no, this won’t do! Mite was planning on having the best nap of his life, and he couldn’t do that on a nest that looked like it had been run over by a monster. He started pawing at the moss, trying to fluff it up. But suddenly, Mite pulled back with a hiss of pain. Looking at his paw, he saw a large thorn embedded between his toes. “Fox dung!” He cursed.

Mite’s ears pricked as a high pitched giggle came from somewhere near the den entrance, followed by a shushing noise. Mite growled, whirling around and limping toward the sounds. “Accursed kits!” He spat. “Come out here so I can claw your ears off!” There was a squeak and Mite made it to the den entrance just in time to see Brushkit, Bubblingkit and Hopkit barreling across the camp. They disappeared into the nursery before Mite could even take a step. “StarClan help me,” he muttered, his tail twitching. “Haven’t they tortured me enough!?”

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Notable Events

Minkstalk is promoted to leader. She chooses Echofall as her deputy.

Fawnpaw went missing for a few days. No one is sure where he went.

The kits prank Mite by putting a thorn in his nest.

Daisystar's disappearance throws their Clan into uncertain times . . .

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🌼DaisyClan: Moon 13-14🌼

Moon 13

“It’s coming from over here!” Woodpelt called, bounding over to a juniper bush. Mite followed more cautiously, his ears pricked. The sharp cries pierced the silence of the forest, and now that Woodpelt was close, she knew they could only come from one thing: Kits!

Pushing her way through the branches, Woodpelt wrinkled her nose as the tangy scent of blood hit her. In the shelter of the bush, three tiny kits were huddled against the still form of a tortoiseshell she-cat. Woodpelt rushed forward, sniffing. Her fears were confirmed. The she-cat was dead.

Woodpelt sighed, and bent down to lick the ruffled fur on the dead cat’s head. “I’m sorry I didn’t find you sooner, my friend,” she whispered. “I will take care of your kits. Safe travels.”

After paying her respects, Woodpelt crept over to the three kits. As soon as they sensed her warmth, the kits started mewling even louder, trying their best to squirm their way toward her. Woodpelt glanced up as Mite poked his head in. He frowned at the kits. Woodpelt narrowed her eyes. “What?” She demanded.

Mite shook his head. “Nothing,” he meowed, “I just worry about having extra mouths to feed.”

“Well, what do you suggest?” Woodpelt asked. “Leave them here to die?”

Mite bristled. “No!” He growled, “I’m just thinking of the cats we’re already responsible for.”

Woodpelt flicked her tail dismissively and crouched next to the tiny kits. “It’s new leaf, Mite,” she responded. “There will be plenty of prey to go around.”

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Notable Events

Daisystar leaves a gift for Icyback in her nest.

Woodpelt and Mite hear a noise while gathering herbs. They follow the noise to three newborn kits, clinging to their mother’s lifeless body.

Moon 14

Woodpelt stood in a beautiful forest, surrounded by lush, green plants and the sound of wind in the trees. Beneath her paws was a blanket of tiny daisies. Woodpelt was comforted by their presence, and settled down amongst the flowers, purred contentedly.

Woodpelt was sure she would fall asleep, but before she could, she caught a flash of red in the corner of her eye. Glancing over, Woodpelt saw a single, red flower sprouting at the edge of the daisy patch. A tulip. Woodpelt blinked in surprise as the tulip shifted slightly. There’s no wind here, she thought. How is it moving? Looking closer, Woodpelt was shocked to realise that the flower was actually coming closer. She could see its tiny roots lifting above the earth to pull itself forward. Slowly but surely, the tulip was approaching the daisies.

Woodpelt’s fur bristled. She couldn’t let the tulip reach the daisies! Scrambling to her paws, Woodpelt rushed forward, clearing the daisy patch in two long bounds. But the tulip was surprisingly quick - when she reached it, the intruding flower was only a whisker-length away. Thinking quickly, Woodpelt clamped her teeth around the tulip’s stem and pulled. As tulip was torn free, the forest stilled. Woodpelt breathed a sigh of relief. The daisies were safe. 

The medicine cat was about to settle down when a cold breeze ruffled her fur. Before she could even think, rain started pouring down, the large drops exploding on the ground, breaking the stems of the daisies. Woodpelt cried out, and tried to block the onslaught. But the roaring wind held her back, and she could only watch as the relentless storm tore the daisy patch apart. 

Woodpelt jolted awake, shivering violently as if she were still caught in the rain. Her pelt was dry, though, and she was safe in her nest. What a horrible dream, Woodpelt thought. It must’ve been a vision! But what in StarClan could it mean?

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Notable Events

Icyback is very possessive when it comes to food. She often takes the last piece of prey from the fresh-kill pile, and on a patrol Minkstalk saw her eat the mouse she just caught.

Mite does not get along with kits.

Minkstalk is on a hunting patrol, and is about to go after a mouse, but she detects cat scent. It’s not from PosyClan or SongClan, but it smells like border markers. Minkstalk decides against crossing the border.

Woodpelt has a dream, but neither she nor Mite can make sense of it.

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🌼DaisyClan: Moon 7-8🌼

Hi everyone . . . I've got a bit of bad news about DaisyClan. I screwed up when updating the game, and lost my save file. BUT, I'm way ahead of my posts and have like six in-game years worth of stuff from playing with DaisyClan before I accidentally killed them. So I'll keep posting like normal, and I'll try to wrap up the story as best as I can, although the ending will probably still feel abrupt. Sorry guys, I'm hopeless when it comes to technology.

I am planning on starting another Clan soon, though, so keep an eye out for that!

Moon 7

“HEY, YOU! GET LOST, MANGE-PELT!” Minkstalk froze, her teeth still clamped in the dead rabbit’s neck. Looking around for the source of the yowl, she saw three cats appear from behind a shrub. Their fur was bristling, and their teeth were bared. Who are they? Minkstalk thought, unsheathing her claws. Rogues?

Before the strangers got too close, Echofall raced over, his tail held high. He stopped between Minkstalk and the other cats. “Hey, wait a second!” He mewed calmly, “No need for teeth or claws yet. What’s going on? Who are you?”

The three cats halted, but still glared at them with narrowed eyes. One of them, a black and white she-cat, spoke up. “We are warriors of PosyClan,” she growled, “And you are hunting on OUR territory.”

“Yeah,” a grey tabby added, gesturing with his tail to a spot behind Minkstalk. “Our scent markers are three fox-lengths that way. Didn’t you smell them?”

Minkstalk frowned, placing the rabbit down and sniffing the air. Now that she was looking for it, the deputy did catch a musky scent drifting her way, which matched the scent of the cats in front of her. “I apologise,” Minkstalk said, stepping back. “I was chasing the rabbit, and didn’t notice.”

“We’re kind of new around here,” Echofall said, with a friendly smile, “We didn’t even know there was another Clan here! Well, it was nice to meet you, Warriors of PosyClan, but we’ll be out of your fur now.” Echofall waved his tail to Minkstalk, leading her back towards the border.

Glancing back, Minkstalk saw the PosyClan cats watching them. Their fur was lying flat now, but the black and white she-cat gave Minkstalk a pointed look. “Just make sure it doesn’t happen again!”

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Notable Events

Daisystar and Woodpelt’s dislike for each other grows when Woodpelt purposefully gives Daisystar bitter herbs.

When Daisystar, Woodfur and Fawnfire find a porcupine while on patrol, Daisystar hatches a plan to ambush it. They succeed in killing the porcupine.

Minkstalk and Echofall are on patrol when Minkstalk chases after a rabbit and kills it. Another patrol of cats appears, telling Minkstalk to get off PosyClan territory. Echofall smooths things over quickly, giving the rabbit to the PosyClan patrol. The rest of DaisyClan is surprised and worried to know that there are other clans around. 

Moon 8 

The white tom raised his tail in a friendly greeting. “You must be our new neighbours!” He purred. “I am Heronclaw, of SongClan. Welcome to the forest.”

Another Clan, Minkstalk thought, casting a glance at Fawnfire and Woodfur, signalling for them to stay calm. She dipped her head to Heronclaw. “Thank you,” She mewed, “I am Minkstalk, deputy of DaisyClan. I hope prey is running well in your territory.”

“It is,” Heronclaw replied, “And good thing, too. We have a lot of warriors to feed!” His tone was casual, but Minkstalk saw the sharp look in his eye. That was a warning. 

“Well, we should be on our way,” Minkstalk said, nodding to Fawnfire and Woodfur. “Thank you for the kind welcome, Heronclaw. May StarClan light your path.” 

“May StarClan light your path,” Heronclaw repeated. Minkstalk could feel his gaze burning her pelt as she led her patrol away.

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Notable Events

A DaisyClan patrol meets another patrol, this time from SongClan. Minkstalk keeps things civil, and SongClan is respectful toward DaisyClan.

Woodpelt is looking out for signs of StarClan, disappointed when she can’t find any.

DaisyClan makes some new friends . . .

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