#moorclan warrior

[mist-the-wannabe-linguist]

when the deputy's massive crush on the leader ends up unrequited and two months later she randomly ends up with kits with zero explanation whatsoever but one of them looks oddly familiar

[peachedpaws]

apprentices of moorclan!

[kayohart]

Just to get a vibe going here...

(Also enjoy a piece of OC work for interaction)

[monarchs-garden]

Three of my loveliest Clangen cats!

While Flickershell never formally adopted Firepoppy or Ferretfreckle, she does great them both as if they are her kittens. She watched over them intensely when they were young and is overjoyed to see the warrior and mediator they have grown up to become.

Wanted to get back into the swing of doing small scenes and I thought depicting these three would be a good place to start. This isn't the last you'll see of MoorClan btw :)

[wicked-west-cats]

finally back to designing more cats!!

Ratfang is the elder brother of Crookedpaw and one of Moorclan's fiercest warriors. Sure he is loyal to his clan and leader but what's the fun in having rules if you don't get to break a few here and there? He's constantly teetering on breaking code and only feels remorseful when caught in the act.

In class he would be voted most likely to go to jail if cats knew what jail was.

[crossed-paws]

Crossed Paws, Book 1: Rising

The Characters of Crossed Paws

MOORCLAN

Territory: an untamed terrain of hilly grassland and boggy lowland

Prey: Golden plovers, lapwings, grey partridges, curlews, ring ousels, red grouse, snipes, redshanks, ducks, black grouse, whinchats, cuckoos, small lizards, voles, mice

Dangers: Mudslides, merlins, short-eared owls, hen harriers, peregrine falcons, foxes, adders

Camp location: a large expanse of tunnels dug into one of the hills among clusters of gnarled trees

Current High Saint and Herald: Longstar and Troutwish

MoorClan is a proud and ancient Clan, composed of the direct descendants of the legendary Clan of Swift Running. This prestigious lineage has bestowed upon MoorClan warriors an exceptional hunting prowess, a skill passed down and perfected through countless generations. The open moorlands that define their territory demand speed, agility, and precision, all of which are traits that MoorClan warriors embody with remarkable finesse. Whether chasing down prey across the vast, windswept moors or navigating the treacherous terrain, these cats are known for their unmatched swiftness and sharp instincts, making them some of the most skilled hunters among the Clans.

In addition to their hunting expertise, MoorClan is distinguished by its unwavering commitment to the Warrior Code. Unlike the other Clans, which may interpret the code with some flexibility, MoorClan adheres to its teachings with rigorous strictness. This deep-rooted dedication to the Warrior Code shapes every aspect of their lives, from how they train their apprentices to how they conduct themselves with other Clans. The principles of honour, loyalty, and duty are not just guidelines for MoorClan; they are the foundation of their identity, guiding their decisions and actions with a sense of moral clarity that sets them apart.

THE CATS OF MOORCLAN

HIGH SAINT

Longstar �� long-haired caramel and apricot mackerel tortoiseshell-tabby she-cat with yellow eyes

HERALD

Troutwish — sparse-haired chocolate tom with gold eyes

SHAMAN

SCHOLAR

Eskerleaf — short-haired white she-cat with blue and cream mackerel calico tail and ears, and hazel eyes

HEALERS

Otterray — short-haired black classic tabby she-cat with hazel eyes, herbalist branch

Earthivy — curly-haired black tom with yellow eyes, prophet branch

WARRIORS

Rainstrike — short-haired mostly white, chocolate and red classic calico she-cat with yellow eyes, hunter branch

Goosestem — long-haired cream mackerel "pseudo-tabby" tom with green eyes, hunter branch

Heronclaw — short-haired caramel tom with green eyes, mentor branch

APPRENTICES

Trainee Cloudy — short-haired black she-cat with amber eyes

Disciple Twig — short-haired cream ticked "pseudo-tabby" tom with green eyes

Trainee Night — long-haired apricot classic tabby she-cat with green eyes

Junior Herbalist Heather — short-haired red mackerel tabby tom with green eyes

Trainee Glint — short-haired black she-cat with copper eyes

Mediator Crane — short-haired black spotted tabby she-cat with amber eyes

BLESSEDS

Crookedspeckle — short-haired black she-cat with yellow eyes

SACREDS

Sacred Flower — short-haired black tom with hazel eyes

Sacred Hollow — short-haired blue and cream classic calico she-cat with amber eyes

Sacred Dawn — long-haired red mackerel tabby she-cat with copper eyes

ELDERS

Greenbee — long-haired white she-cat with a black and red mackerel calico tail and ears, with amber eyes

Dotglaze — short-haired black she-cat and hazel eyes

MOORCLAN FAMILY TREES

[moor-clanof-mixing]

Dawn's First Light(Dawn) -- Warrior

She ventured to the lake after hearing about the lake clans, and Moorclan adopted her.

[fabledferns]

a few NPCs from the warrior cats TTRPG i’m playing! these are all OCs i had prior to this that i decided to put in the campaign :)

lightningstrike (who i’ve had as a character for about 15 years!!!) is the deputy of moorclan, pretzel and finch are grassbelly’s siblings living on a nearby farm. they decided to stay there while grassbelly joined the clans! they’re all very close still <3

[thtupidity]

Obligatory warrior cats au bc there isn't one to my knowledge and im going crazy. Im gonna look insane typing all this.

Tideclan was made by Juniperpaw (Jake), a Thicketclan cat, as a way to get away from Thicketclan and gain his own freedom. He meets Mintpaw (Fresh), a Breezeclan cat, who wants to see what lies beyond the clans. They eventually form Tideclan after finding Beatrice (Tricky), a kittypet, and Sootpaw (Yutani), a medicine cat apprentice for Moorclan.

Abyssclan (Infinity) was formed by rouges and loners, they don't live within the territories of the others but they do live in the city where Tideclan is. Known members are Rabbitwind, Ashwing, and Foxblaze. Mistdew is suspicious of Zoe but Ivyeyes refuses to believe so.

Juniperpaw is Spikestrike's, the deputy of Thicketclan, apprentice. Spikestrike is well aware that Juniperpaw sneaks out and allows him to leave as long as he returns before sunrise. He occasionally visits Tideclan himself and promises not to tell Bearstar, their leader.

Mintpaw suggested that they rename themselves to have warrior names for their new clan, thus the names Mintdew, Ivyeyes, Soottrail, and Junpierstar were born. Juniperpaw wanted to be Coolstar but the name was immediately shit down by everyone.

Beatrice is a kittypet who wanted to explore the city she lived in, stumbling across the newly formed Tideclan in the process, she was accepted in and excitedly went home to tell her neighborhood friend Zoe. She spends most of her time at Tideclan camp making it nicer for when the others return.

Sootpaw was adopted as a kit by Mudleg (Mully), the medicine cat of Moorclan, and he took her as his apprentice since she was considered to small to be a warrior. Her origins are unknown as Mudleg claims he just found he alone in the rain.

[zzombiecclan]

Will probably most Zombieclan ‘headcanons’ in the meantime (mostly just small facts since they are my characters so I can’t really make headcanons lol)

Anemonepaw’s voice gets his deep voice from his father, just as his sister got her fathers accent. (Of course an accent isn’t an inherited trait, she spent her childhood with him which is why she has a Greek accent)

Longlunge has a fear of heights and almost fainted when he was first taught how to climb a tree

Flashnose’s parents names are Maddash and Fiercehowl, both renowned warriors of Moorclan who passed in battle when Flashnose was a kit.

Longlunge was raised by his single mother Floppyears, she is alive and well. (As of moon 0 day 1)

Shinycoral, Tickcrawl, and Cinnamonwhisker all grew up together as they were all outsiders of the clan (Tick and Cinnamon being kits from rouges and Shiny being a kit from a former kittypet)

Anemonepaw often wonders if he really knows his sister, he sometimes wonders if she blames him for their parents passing

Anemonekit was saved from a hawk by his father, who then died, his mother ran to help and was killed too, Anemonekit being the lone survivor of the incident as Shinycoral was able to quickly pick him up and flee

Shinycoral, though charismatic and cheerful, is quiet and protective when around her little brother.

Tickcrawl and Cinnamonwhisker were rouge kits, being given up to Moorclan as their caretaker could no longer look after them. The two are not related but they might as well be, having strikingly similar appearances.

[i-cant-stop-fandoming-help]

My parts in trades

Except this is literally just me having traded my writing for art. which i am willing to do for any fandom! it's just mostly been warriors as of late.

This was for a trade with unarticulatedkrakens on IG. this was a total of 6 pages and 2191 words.

Yowls of agony and screeches of pain were what sung Fivekit to sleep each night. His mother had been away awfully long, and his father hadn't stopped by to visit. Eagleeye had been nursing him alongside her litter of pipsqueaks, but he was larger than they-- making it uncomfortable for the queen. He had long since forgotten the warmth of his sister's fur, but sometimes his pelt still felt sticky from the blood that had split from her murder. 

Once, there were four clans-- no, five. Emberclan, Stormclan, Moorclan, Pineclan, and... ehhhh... Sunclan. 

Toughyowl peered into the nursery at the wriggling lumps of his kits, his gaze fleeting past Fivekit. 

They lived in peace. Emberclan and Stormclan would trade herbs a lot. Moorclan and Pineclan would help the other with prey. 

Fivekit rose to his paws and tried to escape the damned den, but Toughyowl just swept him back in with the smack of his tail. "Not old enough to get out, yet." The warrior had murmured.

"I just… miss… miss my… ma and… my pa…" Fivekit murmured as he backed away and burrowed under a nest.

They worshipped Sunclan... No, not worshipped. They just believed in Sunclan-- where else would their fallen have gone? and Sunclan was merciful. It blessed the clans with plenty of prey and good weather.

As a kit in the time of war, you weren’t supposed to look outside of the nursery– everything you would ever see in the camp at that time would be too violent. Fivekit risked it one night and watched as his uncle’s body was hauled off to the medicine den. It left a trail of blood in the camp’s clearing, one so large it was akin to a rushing river of red.

Every full moon, the clans would meet up to talk. It was mostly about how herbs and prey were running, but sometimes the births of kits and the announcements of ‘paws and warriors would be cheered. 

Eagleeye nudged Fivekit forward as the leader called out his name, but the kit just kept trying to scramble back to the nursery.

“Fivekit, you have reached the age of six moons, and it is time for you to be apprenticed.” Maplestar called from atop the high-ledge– according to other cats, or at least according to Eagleeye and Toughyowl, the leader used to have a soft voice. Used to.

The leader’s golden gaze peered down at him, piercing his pelt with doubt and… and something. Anger? Distrust? “From this day on, until you’ve served Canyonclan enough to receive your warrior name, you will be known as Fivepaw.”

Fivepaw looked at the ground as his pelt trembled in his fear. Please, please, please, starclan, let this be a dream– let him wake up in the nursery, nuzzled up against Eagleeye’s belly with the snoring of Thrushkit, Sandkit, and Littlekit in his ears.

“Your mentor will be…” Maplestar’s eyes flitted around camp before landing on one specific golden spotted tom, “Hemlockheart.”

His heart froze over. Hemlockheart the cruel, Hemlockheart the awful. He knew then that his apprenticeship would be more than miserable.

Apprentices focused on hunting and sometimes helped gather herbs. Hunting was the most important, obviously, because it kept the clans fed and healthy.

There was hardly any time to hunt– Peakclan was relentless in their attack, even so much as slaughtering apprentices. Fivepaw could see why kits weren’t told about what was happening in the war; Canyonclan was losing in every sense of the word. If he had known how in-danger he’d be, he’d try to be a healer or even run his little kit paws to the twolegplace. He still wanted to run now that he was in battle, but his clan needed him.

Claws ranked across his flank when he ran to help Toughyowl against an orange-pelted Peakclan cat– The warrior, the closest thing he had to a father, was obviously overpowered, and Fivepaw was desperate to not lose another cat that he cared for. Even with blood soaking his fur and his entire body sore from the constant beating, he rammed head-first into the flame-colored warrior.

If only he had been faster. Despite having gotten the ginger warrior away from Toughyowl, when he dragged the fatherly tom to safety, it was too late. Blood soaked the older tom’s pelt and bubbled at each open wound– Multiple scratches to his sides and torso, and one long slash down his stomach.

“Five…paw…” Toughyowl’s voice was weak as he reached up and placed his paw on the brown tabby’s face. “You’re… a good kid…”

Fivepaw choked back a sob, leaned down, and buried his muzzle in the other’s fur. “Please,” He pleaded in a whisper, “Please… Thrushkit, Sandkit, Littlekit, and Eagleeye need you… Don’t… Don’t go…”

Toughyowl stared up at the stars and gave a weak purr. “You… You weren’t one of mine by blood… but you were a son to me… Tell… Tell the furballs and Eagleeye that… That I… love… them…”

And then he went still. 

Cats rarely ever died from injuries or illnesses. They all lived their lives to the fullest and got to see their days as an elder. They got to watch their kits grow up.

Fivepaw sat vigil that night– in remembrance of Toughyowl. Most cats didn’t seem to have an issue with it, but his grief had only been made worse when Toughyowl’s sister, Sharptongue, lunged at Fivepaw and pushed him over.

“Why are you even here?!” She spat as she placed one paw on the apprentice’s chest, “You aren’t family of his– I doubt you were even a friend. You couldn’t even save him.”

Eagleeye rushed over and yanked the dark she-cat off of him. As Fivepaw choked back tears, the sleek white-and-gray she-cat pulled him closer with her tail and let him sob into her side. “I understand you miss Toughyowl– I… I do. He was my mate. But… But how dare you take it out on Fivepaw..?! He is family, even if not by blood. He deserves to be here.”

“Your kits should be out here, grieving their father. Not him.” Sharptongue’s words were filled with hatred and thorns, and Fivepaw could not understand why the she-cat suddenly seemed to hate him so.

Maplestar slipped out of her den and stepped in-between the argument, casting a wary glance at Fivepaw before closing her eyes and letting out a sigh-snarl of frustration. “Sharptongue, you know that kits are not meant to see the effects of war. Besides, this is a vigil. Hold your words until sunrise, please– For your brother’s sake.”

Family did not have to be determined by blood. There were some kits who were of loner, kittypet, or rogue blood, but the clan took them in anyways, and they were nursed by a queen or any she-cat willing. Even if not kin, they were treated as family by that queen and her mate, and, if they had any, their other kits. 

Fivepaw could not sleep the night after. It was not due to grief, no– that would’ve made it easier to sleep. It was because Toughyowl was still in camp, keeping to himself but constantly slipping into the nursery. No cat else seemed to notice him, and it was driving Fivepaw mad. 

When he stepped into the nursery after the supposedly deceased warrior, he noticed the tom’s star-dipped pelt. Was he… a ghost…?

Toughyowl leaned down to press his nose to Eagleeye’s head, carrying nothing but longing love in his eyes for the she-cat. When the white-and-gray queen’s muscles relaxed and she fell into a deeper sleep, the dark warrior curled up alongside her and stared at his three kits. 

“Tough…yowl..?” Fivepaw mewled as he took another step forward.

The dark tom looked up in surprise, meeting Fivepaw’s eyes with an expression of pure confusion. After a few heartbeats, Toughyowl turned his gaze back to his kits.

“I couldn’t… I couldn’t bear to stay in Starclan and not watch them…” the ghost whispered as he draped his fluffy tail over his kits’ backs. “I didn’t think any cat would be able to see me… I wonder why you can?”

Starclan visited all cats, not just medicine cats. Every cat got to talk to their dead loved ones.

He had hardly been able to focus on training since then– Now he kept seeing ghosts everywhere he went. In combat, in camp, in trees, there were spirits watching his every move.

The only time he could ignore their presence was in combat, when he had to fight to live. Even then, due to their distracting existence, his fighting wasn’t as well as it should be– it kept him alive, though, and that’s all that mattered.

Moons went by and he kept on growing. Cats kept dying. Blacksplash, Maplestar’s mate, died soon after Toughyowl had. Then, Maplestar lost her last life, and Crimsonstar became leader.

The days of war began to blend together, with the only memorable day being when the three fuzzballs joined him in the apprentice’s den– Thrushpaw, Sandpaw, and Littlepaw were their names now. The three of them seemed terrified of the war, and he couldn’t blame them. 

At night, he shared tongues with the ghosts who appeared around camp, causing weird glances to be cast in his direction. There was one kit– Fourkit was her name. Her pelt was like a river, in the sense that it was always dripping of a rushing red liquid. Blood.

She claimed that she was his sister, that she had died when they were both kits because their father had killed her. It… It was a bit hard to believe.

Life for the clans was well and worry-free. Each sunrise was refreshing, and each sunset was even more beautiful than the last. 

And then, as sudden as it felt, he stood before highledge once more. Crimsonstar stood high above him and called for the clan to gather. 

“I, Crimsonstar, leader of Canyonclan, call upon the clan’s warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice,” the red-pelted tom looked down and met Fivepaw’s eyes evenly, “They have trained hard to understand the ways of your code and to protect their clan, and I commend them to you as a warrior in turn.”

Fivepaw sat up straight to hear the leader’s words, joy swelling his heart as he noticed Eagleeye and the fuzzballs bound over excitedly. 

“Fivepaw,” Crimsonstar called down, “do you promise to continue to uphold the warrior code and defend your clan, even at the cost of your life?”

The dark tabby tom opened his jaws and responded; “I do.”

“Then, by the powers of Starclan, I grant you your warrior name. Fivepaw, from this moment on, you will be known as Fiveeyes. Starclan honors you for your compassion and dedication, and we welcome you as a full warrior of Canyonclan.” 

Once the leader leapt down to rest his muzzle atop Fiveeyes’ head, he licked the older cat’s shoulder and turned back to face the rest of his clan. His name was cheered with passion, the loudest cats of the bunch being his adoptive family.

That world, with Emberclan, Stormclan, Moorclan, and Pineclan… It was a perfect one. It’s the world that should be, the world with never-ending happily ever afters.

Even as a warrior, Fiveeyes did not stop talking with the ghosts. He was still somewhat shunned and deemed weird. But, on the plus side, the war had ended soon after his warrior ceremony– A truce agreed to by the leaders.

Many cats still struggled from some sort of post-war stress illness– some would wake up screaming, others would immediately get ready to fight at the screaming, and some would lock themselves away. 

Maybe that’s what Fiveeyes was experiencing– his own form of that illness. But the ghosts were real. At least, they seemed real.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be there to raise you,” this new ghost– his mother, Sixsummit– was saying. “But I’m so proud of who you’ve become, Fiveeyes. I couldn’t be more grateful to Eagleeye and Toughyowl for how they raised you.”

His chest bloomed with warmth from the compliment as he took a weightless step forward to touch his nose to her shoulder. Behind him, he heard a thump, but he didn’t look back– It happened a lot, often just being apprentices falling over or senior warriors collapsing onto the ground in a stress-induced panic.

“Mom…” he whispered into her starry fur. There were now yowls of distress behind him, but he couldn’t find it in himself to look back. He suddenly felt at peace and as if he were floating.

“You’ve served your clan well.” Sixsummit pressed her chin into the spot between his ears and a soft purr escaped her throat. “You deserve to rest, even despite your youth.”

Some stories must be unfinished by the creator, for even the creator does not know how it should definitely end. The story of Emberclan, Stormclan, Pineclan, and Moorclan… It falls into other cats’ paws to figure out how they desire it to continue. 

And that is the intent of the end, to lead to fresh tales and fresh lives.

[mist-the-wannabe-linguist]

everyone has a crush on my clan leader for some reason

especially his deputy Daisyfrost (bicolor tabby on the left) who seems to not have dealt with it the best since literally one month after Crane and Patch became mates she showed up expecting kits and absolutely refused to even acknowledge the fact she had them when they were born

someone get that cat therapy

[waywardsalt]

so. i've had an idea for a warrior cats fanfiction story, and have spent the last few years hammering out characters, the clans, how they work, the story... a whole lot of stuff. i've tried writing it before, and right now i don't have a current draft of early chapters, but I did recently write out a scene from much later in the story, and i'm pretty happy with it, soooo... here! a warrior cats fic scene i wrote in like an hour a week ago

By the time she led ShadeClan to the Gathering site, Emberstar felt her anxieties lessen. Her foreleg ached from the effort of the journey, but she kept her head high. Beside her, Acornfall glanced back at their clan, then nodded over to Emberstar. He led the clan down into the Gathering hollow, and Emberstar padded over to the slope up to the leader’s perch. PineClan and CliffClan cats were already quietly milling about in the hollow, and up on the overhang she could see Lakestar and Wolfstar waiting. There was no MoorClan scent among the gathered cats.

              Emberstar made her way up the slope she’d seen Gorsestar and Froststar before her traverse. It was a thin path, slowly becoming steeper and steeper as she slunk closer to the overhang, finally reaching the steep, gravelly slope that led up to the leaders’ perch. Down at the base of the cliff, she could see Acornfall joining the other deputies with a polite nod of his head, and Troutfoot was carefully weaving her way through the crowd to meet with the other healers. Emberstar twitched her whiskers when Lakestar and Wolfstar noticed her. She crouched and tensed her back legs and leapt up the slope.

              It wasn’t enough to reach the top, but she reached out with her forepaw and sunk her claws into the loose gravel and dug her back paws into the ground to keep from slithering back down. She slowly inched forward, moving a kittenstep at a time, but she kept her eyes fixed on the other leaders, more determined than ashamed of herself. Emberstar forced herself up the slope, but her heart skipped a beat when the gravel under her paw proved too loose to get a good enough grip- so close to the top, too. What a shame she had no other forepaw to lash out and find a grip with.

              Emberstar felt herself begin to slide back down the slope, but a pair of jaws grasped her by the scruff and hoisted her up onto the overhang. She clawed at the grass and stumbled a step when let go and turned to meet Wolfstar’s amused gaze. “Careful there, three-paw,” the CliffClan leader gruffly purred. “It’s bad luck to fall at your first Gathering as leader.” She brushed past Emberstar to sit back down next to Lakestar.

              With a huff, Emberstar followed her with a shake of her pelt. “I appreciate your help, but I would have been fine on my own. I suppose I owe you now?”

              Wolfstar’s whiskers twitched. “Are you saying ShadeClan is now in CliffClan’s debt?”

              The young leaders stared at each other, then broke out into amused purrs. Lakestar rolled her eyes and wrapped her tail around her paws. “So, you are ShadeClan’s leader now, Emberstar? Or is it still Emberblaze?”

              “It is Emberstar now. I visited the Moon Cavern for my lives only a few sunrises ago.”

              “May StarClan light your path as leader, then.” Lakestar stiffly dipped her head. Despite the brusque words, there was genuine respect in her pale eyes.

              Wolfstar’s own eyes were still bright with humor. “You’ll be great, I know it. What happened to Froststar, then?”

              Emberstar narrowed her eyes and turned her gaze to the gathered cats. “I’ll explain that once the Gathering begins. MoorClan is late tonight.” She surveyed the crowd of cats, peering straight down at the huddled healers. Sitting with her back to her PineClan clanmates, Flarelight was sitting close to Troutfrost. After a moment, she gazed up at the overhang, and her eyes met Emberstar’s. Her eyes grew wide and she stared at her littermate for a long moment until another healer got her attention. Then, as if she’d seen nothing, Flarelight flicked her tail and joined the conversation. Her twitching tail-tip was the only hint that she was distracted. Emberstar blinked. She’d become leader so recently that not even the other healers knew, much less the other clans’ warriors. In the crowd of CliffClan cats, she spotted Sunscorch, sitting with his fur brushing Moonwhisper’s, his eyes wide and his body stiff while he stared at his sister up on the overhang.

              Poor Sunscorch, so softhearted under those honed claws and strong limbs- he was likely to take the news of Froststar’s death the hardest. Emberstar held his gaze, blinked slowly, and turned her head to the sky. The moon was nearly overhead, and still MoorClan was absent.

              “You ought to start the Gathering now,” Wolfstar growled to Lakestar. “It’s newleaf, after all, and if MoorClan’s late then they’re late.”

              “We should wait,” Emberstar sharply mewed. “This is my first Gathering as leader, so it would be disrespectful to me as well as MoorClan if we begin without them. It may anger StarClan as well,” she finished in a murmur, flicking her tail-tip up at the sky. Wolfstar just bushed out her stormy gray fur and huffed.

              Lakestar gazed up at the sky. Emberstar looked over at her. For so long, as an apprentice, as a warrior, as the deputy, she’d never dared to be so close to the cold PineClan leader. But now, she was barely a tail-length from the sleek silver tabby, and they sat as equals in standing. Lakestar was likely at less than nine lives and Emberstar was without a right foreleg, but they were equals nonetheless.

              She was knocked from her thoughts by Wolfstar headbutting her. The larger cat nearly shoved her off-balance. “Glad to see that we’re both finally up here. I was waiting to see when you’d catch up, three-paw.”

              Emberstar licked Wolfstar’s ear. “You know I must take things slower than you.”

              “Who’d you pick as deputy?” Wolfstar leaned over the edge to inspect the group of deputies. “Hm- Acornfall?”

              “He’s a good warrior. Older than me by four seasons, so I trust his advice and his skill.”

              “I thought you would have picked Lavenderflash. Or maybe Darknose, you two always seemed close.”

              Emberstar gazed down at Lavenderflash, spotting the pure-black molly quickly- she was almost certain there was obvious fondness in her eyes as she looked at her former apprentice. “Lavenderflash is… young and still training her first apprentice. She is a good, loyal warrior, but not fit to be deputy or eventual leader in my mind. And Darknose…” The tom was sitting at the edge of the crowd, alone. “He is a possibility, but he still mourns his brother even all these moons later, so I don’t know if he would be the best choice.”

              Wolfstar made a sniff of approval, then her gaze snapped to the far hill. A yowl rang out, and the three leaders pricked their ears and the cats in the hollow turned to see MoorClan finally arrive, led by Applestar. Emberstar sat stiffly until she spotted Glowflame in the crowd, side-by-side with Orangeclaw. He joined the cats in the hollow with his clan while Applestar broke off to climb up to the overhang, and he seemed to murmur something to Orangeclaw before she angled her ears up at Emberstar. Glowflame looked up and spotted her, and his jaw dropped open. Emberstar couldn’t help but let out a purr of affection for her brother as he gaped in amazement at her.

              Applestar greeted the other leaders when he finally joined them, nodding briefly at Emberstar, and hurriedly sat down next to Lakestar, his mottled fur standing up along his spine. The leaders gave the cats in the hollow a few moments to settle down. In that time, Emberstar saw her littermates make their ways through the crowd towards each other. By the time Lakestar threw back her head and yowled to signify the beginning of the Gathering, Flarelight, Sunscorch, and Glowflame sat huddled together with their eyes trained on their sister. Emberstar met their gazes for just a heartbeat and felt the final icicles of her anxiety melt away.

She then turned her head to watch Lakestar as she began to announce her clan’s news for the moon, and reminded herself of what she had to announce when it was her turn. She was ShadeClan’s leader, now. StarClan had approved of her. Emberstar lifted her chin and, with a deep breath, finally settled into her place at the head of her clan.

[kayohart]

FINALLY posting something in between Tarot cards!!

Figured now's a good time to share a portrait of two of my OC's, Hailstar (the gray she-cat) and Sandytail (the tabby and white tom). I want to share more art of my OC Clan but finding time to make new art rn is sooo hard 😭😭

[wicked-west-cats]

This is Reedbelly! Swiftstar's rowdy brother and the little devil on everyone's shoulder trying to enable them into things they probably shouldn't do but would be REALLY fun if they did.

He's a charmer like his brother which seems to get him out of trouble at least some of the time. At this point it's just expected that he's going to wreck havoc one way or another but it's all in good fun.

This is Reedbelly's world and the rest of Moorclan is just living in it as far as he's concerned.

He does have an issue of weak joints and has had a couple of broken bones during his apprenticeship. Thankfully he is still kicking and doesn't plan on slowing down any time soon.

[dem0nsiget]

Moonstar was just tired.

Not only was she dealing with countless deaths in the Clan the last few moons, but now one of them was her own daughter.

She’d been in shock when the patrol had returned, carrying the bodies of Voleshadow and Fogpaw, but when she’d seen Petalpaw’s fur being carried at the back, she’d screeched in horror and ran to her daughter’s side.

Ryebramble had pinned his ears back, stepping away to give Moonstar space.

“There… there was a monster. On the Thunderpath. It came out of nowhere.”, he said softly.

Moonstar had barely heard him. She’d had her face buried in her daughter’s fur, shaking.

It had been a moon now since that day, and it hadn’t gotten easier, but Moonstar was at least able to go back to her duties.

She’d seen Snapleaf’s sideways glances. He didn’t agree with her going back to her duties, having tried to convince her to stay in the medicine cat den, that Harepelt could handle the Clan.

But Moonstar needed to get moving again, to have something to occupy her days.

At the moment, that was border patrol with Prickleclaw. Her son was struggling just as much as she was, so she knew that getting out of camp would help him.

They’d spent most of the time discussing Clan business, who had become mates recently, how Prickleclaw’s apprentice Vinepaw was doing.

Moonstar could feel Prickleclaw’s demeanor change after a bit, his ears pulling back.

“It’s not fair.”, he said softly, stopping in his tracks.

Moonstar turned to him, tilting her head slightly. They’d just been speaking about how Vinepaw needed to work on her pouncing.

“She’ll never have a warrior name.”, he said softly. Moonstar’s ears now flattened, wincing slightly.

She didn’t say anything though, not sure what to say.

They spent the rest of their patrol in silence, and Prickleclaw went straight to the warrior’s den once they got back into the tunnels.

~~~~~

It was only six moons later when Prickleclaw fell ill. It was the middle of greenleaf, and the moors was blazing hot. While the tunnels offered some protection from the heat, leaving was an uncomfortable experience at best.

Snapleaf tried their best, Moonstar knew that. But it didn’t work. Prickleclaw’s body was too warm.

Moonstar woke one morning and went to check on her last remaining kit, and wailed when she felt how cold his pelt was. She’d first thought it was a good sign, that he’d recovered from his heatstroke, until she realized he was far too cold.

She sat in her den, tucked against the back wall now, staring straight ahead. She’d heard Jackdawwing come and go a few times, try to speak to her or bring her fresh-kill, but she wasn’t having it.

Moonstar just stayed silent and numb. After a few days she at least ate, but she was quiet and subdued.

No one in the Clan faulted her. She’d lost both of her kits within a few moons of each other, and she was too old to have another litter.

Whispers started across the Clan, wondering if Moonstar would be able to survive this grief.

~~~~~

The answer was no.

Two moons after Prickleclaw’s death, Jackdawwing went in to check on Moonstar, finding her still in her nest with a content look on her face.

As much as the discovery immediately sent a chill through his heart, that he was leader now, that he had all of that responsibility, it brought him peace.

Moonstar had been wasting away the last moons, and now she could finally rest, and finally be back with her kits, and she’d never have to worry about losing them again.

Just a quick little something about my MoorClan save. Poor Moonstar lost her kits so quickly (though I don’t remember if that’s the exact timeline), but she passed not long after so it made me a bit happy for her. That clan’s been plagued by rogue attacks and Thunderpath deaths (and it’s always either the pretty ones or the ones with pretty names).