#pineclan year two

[pineclans]

Moon 12 : Newleaf : Year 2

Sunshimmer and Beetletail become mates. The clan congratulates them!

Eiderblotch is pursued by a coyote after a hunt, and has his tail ripped off. He returns to the clan in a delirious state, otherwise fine, save for the one major injury.

Boulderpaw passes her assessment, and travels to the Star Hollow to receive her warrior's name. She is named Boulderneedle.

Ferretkit reaches 6 moons and is named Ferretpaw. He is apprenticed to Mintgorse.

Yewstar falls severely ill with a fever, and confines himself to his own den. Rosepaw and Brokenfur attend to him every day, and one day, Rosepaw earns a scar after Yewstar swipes at him.

A half coyote, half wolf beast chased Dustheart, Slatepaw, and Tawnypelt during a midday patrol in the Hills. Tawnypelt is mauled by the creature, but Dustheart and Slatepaw manage to escape back to camp. The survivors demand no patrol go near the Hills while the predator roams.

In response to their sister's death, Lavenderbranch and Beetletail sneak through the Hills and recover Tawnypelt's body. They bury her and hold a short vigil after they return to camp.

[wills-woodland-warriors]

Clubmossclan’s legacy 

ClubmossClan was formed by MossPatch, a very seniory warrior, recruits nine farm cats into a clan after his best friend SpeckleDaisy died unexpectedly, and her last wish was for him to create a safe place. They share a border with BeeClan. 

In the thirteen years this clan thrived it dealt with many wars with BeeClan, rebellions, and murderers. Starclan’s attempt to aid the clans, and the favouritism the stars held, led to the clans tearing themselves apart. 

The greatest leader was QuickStar, who pulled the clan through many struggles. 

During a battle in which the clan was torn in two opposing groups, BerryClaw saved many cats and was made deputy and later led for two years as he tried to repair clan relations with BeeClan. 

BerryStar found two dead BeeClan cats, both of which were found in a badger den reeking of sickness. The medince cats couldn’t identify any specific sickness, and were so covered in lavender that the scent of the wolves was completely covered. 

He wanted the warriors to have a proper burial so he took them back and they buried them. The cats who buried them got sick, and it spread far faster than greencough. 

It wiped out the clans, leaving only a few cats in each clan. 

it originated in the cliffs clans, PineClan, BriarCla, SunClan, WhisperClan, AshClan, LilacClan, which all fell quickly while consumed with too much pride to help eachother.

BeeClan was the first to fall in the northern clans.

ClubmossClan fell last. The clan broke off into isolated groups, occupying three camps. 

In the abandoned camps, a body pile is seen. The bodies are unidentifiable, all rotted down to bones, torn apart and scattered by predators. 

Very few clan cats survived, and they decided the land was cursed. 

They left after BerryStar fell, all nine lives taken by sickness. He led the clans to a new territory, deeper into the forests and up the cliffs. 

The five clans 

The four grandchildren of QuickStar went on to make their own clans, each as leader.

SongTail formed QuickClan, which live in the mountains and are considered the most docile of all the clans. They are frequently killed by the rushing waters and rough terrain. 

WhiskerRapid stayed to lead ClubmossClan after the plague of greencough that wiped out almost all the clan. 

FadedRump went on to start TipClan. Sneered at and called the “blessed” clan, these cats face very little challenges in the lushest territory. 

CrowLily went on to start DownyClan. This clan is full of rivalries as they all fight to be the strongest. 

The remaining BeeClan cats formed TumbleClan under the guidance of the ClubmossClan cat TumbleEyes. This clan is being haunted by a large pike that lives in the deeply flooded plains after a riverbank burst years ago. 

Years ago, SongStar did something to drive the four clans apart, and now they do not speak of the original four. 

I start keeping track four years in (aka in new saves), after these four leaders have died. The “plague” was actually my save file deleting. 

WolfCough 

Symptoms: wheezing, high body temperature, dizziness, sores appearing on joints, aches, previous scars tear open, foaming mouth, incredibly aggressive and attack anything that moves. Some say they appear undead, coughing blood 

Passed through: fluid (saliva, mostly) 

Treatment options: blazing star, borage, bright eye, chickweed, feverfew

Recovery status: 3/10 usually recover, with kittypets having the highest recovery rate 

Kittencough (Fading-kitten-syndrome) is frequent in these clans because of the tough territories. This would be normal if it weren’t for one thing: the paranoia of wolfcough returning, which leads to most kits suspected of having kittencough being killed in fear of it turning into wolfcough. 

this is the plague/history I have mentioned in a few of my previous profiles and most of my upcoming submissions, and is needed to read the story I’ll be posting soon. Sorry for the long post lol, I’m aware this is mostly me rambling. (tag list: @residents-of-the-darkforest @ambitiousauthor @liberhoe)

[clansofseven]

Clans of Seven Lore

I've been playing with this story form in my documents for a long time and I'd like to start telling this story on Tumblr. I will try to update daily. This is not always possible. I call it Clans of Seven and it will be under the tag below! It tells the story of two runaway mates from Thunderclan in the very far future, long after the books. They travel for moons, until they find the ultimate place to start their own clan of family and rogues. It will be a glimpse in their day-to-day life during a time in each month. Here's the lore:

Clans:

Cavernclan: The base clan. Their camp is in a large cave with five smaller caves branching off of it. The other clans are formed later as cats travel between territories.

Oakclan: A clan in a forest. They live in dens constructed of branches, mud, and woven thicket grass.

Pineclan: A clan in a pine forest. They live in an abandoned cabin with three dens (old bedrooms).

Meadowclan: A clan in the vast plains. They live in widened rabbit burrows.

Mudclan: A clan in a thick swamp. They live in abandoned hunting stands.

Grassclan: A clan on an abandoned farm. They live in the barn.

Mountainclan: A clan high up in a mountain. They live in a small cave.

Ranks: Kittens will sleep with their parents until they are three moons. They will then move to their own space (not in Mud, Grass, or Mountain). At six moons, they become apprentices and are allowed to learn skills from their parents. They may move into their own space (not in Pine, Mud, Grass, or Mountain). At one year, they receive a full name and move into a new space (not in Grass or Mountain). If they find a mate, they may get their own space with their mate (not in Pine, Mud, Grass, or Mountain). The first born of the leader will become the next leader as long as they are part of the clan. Leaders are encouraged to have kittens to pass on the title and keep the clan afloat. They do not have to take a mate, however.

And that should be all! I will start writing and posting ASAP

[themoonstalon-wc]

A myserious plague infects the cats of Pineclan, forcing their already aggressive leader to act against the other two clans. As Thistleclan and Roseclan manage against Cavernstar’s dangerous pride, gored cat corpses along the river show up, and disappearing clanmates bring more worry– the ones stringing together this riddle must work swiftly before everything they know burns.

Read the finished story outline here!

As I have no time to dedicate to a full length story after more than a year of this story existing on a detailed outline, I have decided it would be best to present it as is. The outline is about 10 pages long and goes over the entire story from start to end.

You will find links to the two chapters i did write, but aside I hope you can enjoy my story in the form its in! I had lots of fun coming up with the ideas, it was good practice for me to write a conclusive story and i plan to continue to draw characters, maybe make videos, etc perhaps comic snippets. feel free to send asks to this blog about any questions about character/story.

Story of course, written by me (@morrysillusion). Based on Warrior cats by Erin Hunter. Cover artwork by @harriertail.

edit: fixed link but all previous reblogs are broken.

[daandyli0n]

the first arc of the ‘burnt leaves’/warrior cats au, aka “all the clans lived in harmony. all of that changed when the fire (nation) attacked”

(this is an au about the dsmp characters)

link to the original post

hoo boy, here we go:

main events of this arc:

Dream (cream colored cat with light brown spots and green eyes)’s exile of Crowfrost (mumza; dark brown, almost black, with amber eyes) that boils down to “relationship with kittypet bad >:/” (”kittypet” in question is Phil (pale gold cat with blue eyes), who more accurately fits the description of a loner, might i add). oh yeah, chat is canon to this! phil can just talk to crows :]

early family life of Soot (wil; a brown cat with black gradients going down his legs to his paws, as well as a black stripe going down his back, and amber eyes), Blade (techno; a reddish brown cat with red eyes.), and Kasper (ghostbur; the same markings as Soot, but replace the brown with silver and the black with a bluish gray color, and give him blue eyes).

Crowfrost dies to a fox defending her family. she gains Cat God Powers™.

Soot decides to create Pineclan. his family tries to support his decision. Kasper becomes a kittypet.

Niki (black and ginger spotted cat; a former baker’s cat), Jack (brown cat with blue and red eyes; a stray she befriended), Eret (a pale siamese cat with completely white eyes; a loner), Sally (a dark ginger cat with blue eyes; a stray who Soot fell in love with), and Quackity (dark brown, almost black cat with amber eyes; a stray who got separated from his cousin (MD) and was found by Pineclan) join and get the names Cherrypool, Thunderblaze, Glowsight (because Soot swears that their eyes would glow in the dark), Salmondash, and Duckclaw respectively. Soot takes on the temporary name of Sootsong.

Pineclan gains some traditions and rules, like passing down suffixes to loved ones (this will be displayed later) and also allowing apprentices to become warriors/medics early if they clearly pass their training quicker (with the exception that they can’t go into battle until they’re a year old). of course, kits still have to be six moons/months old before they can begin apprenticeship. one final tradition is that most of the rules for medics (basically, none of them can get married or have children) are removed, and medics are also given warrior training so that they can also fight.

Sootsong becomes Sootstar. he finds two young kits: later to be named Sunkit (tommy; golden cat with blue eyes) and Beekit (tubbo; scottish fold-munchkin mix, cream colored cat with brown spots and blue eyes). Salmondash becomes his deputy.

Salmondash becomes pregnant with, and gives birth to, Foxkit (fundy; dark ginger cat, colored exactly like a fox, with amber eyes).

time goes on. Sunkit and Beekit become Sunpaw and Beepaw. Sunpaw trains to be a medic (look, tommy’s always made a warrior, and i just thought ‘what if i made him a medic?’ also, religious c!tommy) under Cherrypool, and Beepaw trains to be a warrior under Salmondash.

life goes on. both Sunpaw and Beepaw complete their training early (at eight moons/months; aka, very quickly). this is technically something that would be considered a big no-no, but Sootstar sees it as “Well, if they prove themselves early on, shouldn’t they be able to graduate quicker?” Sunpaw becomes Sunsong (remember that one tradition? remember what Sootstar’s original suffix was?), and Beepaw becomes Beeflight.

Foxkit eventually becomes Foxpaw, and is mentored under Glowsight (who, keep in mind, is eret. wilbur trusted eret to train his only child).

everything is peaceful for another moon/month…

…and then Dream and Co show up.

Dream basically critiques Sootstar on the fact that he isn’t following the warrior code and that he’s made children into warriors. Sootstar basically just tells him to deal with it.

at this point, Sunsong and Beeflight are about nine moons, and Foxpaw is about seven moons.

a gathering happens the next night. Dream accuses Sootstar of training young kits prior to them turning six moons. which is a lie.

Sootstar defends himself. people are split on who to believe. a war breaks out. Glowsight betrays Pineclan, something that almost ends in a lot of cats dying (Sootstar loses his eighth life), and ends up becoming leader of Cloverclan.

Pineclan ends up basically winning within about a week.

now, Dream had an apprentice, named Duskpaw (ranboo; a skinny, half black, half white cat with a red eye and green eye), who he was essentially training to become a mini-him. Duskpaw, however, shared almost none of his beliefs, and even stated that they should never have gone to war with Pineclan.

so, what did Dream do? did you guess, “attempt to commit child murder by shoving his apprentice off a cliff?” if so, you’re correct!

of course, Duskpaw survived. he just…has amnesia and memory problems now. the only thing he remembers is his own name.

for two weeks, everything is peaceful.

…and then Dream shows up with a cat named Lionfrost (punz; a light cream-colored cat with bright blue eyes). it’s a stormy night; lightning is striking around everyone.

another confrontation occurs, Dream basically claims that he’s above Starclan (he’s not), and says that, if Pineclan was Never Meant To Be, then Starclan would strike them down this very night.

now, Starclan can’t control the weather…but most living cats aren’t aware of that.

Sootstar laughs at Dream, stating, “Well, if Starclan doesn’t like us, then why would they let us last this long?”

and then lightning struck a tree in the territory, setting it on fire. it spread, fast. and people began to scatter.

but that wasn’t where their nightmare ended. not even close.

Lionfrost and Dream began attacking cats trying to flee. it was here that everyone realized that the pair hadn’t come here with any peaceful intentions.

Phil and Blade witnessed the fire starting, and while they both believed that Pineclan needed help, they both had two different opinions on what to do. Phil believed they needed to help the clan; his son and Blade’s brother was in trouble, as were the entire clan. But Blade pointed out that there were yowls and cries of pain coming from the woods, implying that the clan wasn’t just dealing with a fire, but with something, or someone, attacking them as well. He argued that it would be dangerous to just run in to help while an attack was going on. And so the pair simply decided to wait the fire out, much to Phil’s displeasure.

Salmondash gives Foxpaw to Cherrypool and simply gives the pair the order to run. she believed that, due to Foxpaw being her and Sootstar’s son, he was more at risk of being injured or killed. and so, the pair began to try and flee towards safety, and Salmondash ran to help others fleeing and with the fighting.

due to the circumstances they were all dealing with, Sootstar decides to get Dream to follow him up a tree, to get him away from the rest of his clan; to allow everyone else to flee. after all, as leader, it’s his responsibility to protect them, right?

the only problem? Sootstar only has one of his nine lives left. one more death and it was over for him.

so Dream follows him up there and the two fight. however, Dream ends up finding a rather sharp stick and, as i like to word it, pulls a c!phil (aka stabs wilbur).

Sootstar falls to his death…

…right in front of Sunsong.

now, Sunsong had been running with Beeflight, the pair running from the destruction and chaos, only to run straight into a murder.

Sunsong is mortified, as is Beeflight. understandably so; that was their older brother, after all.

but they couldn’t stand there mourning forever. Dream eventually jumped down, and started staring them down. the pair came to the realization that they were probably next.

it was here that Sunsong came up with a plan: the pair would split up, so that if Dream did decide to chase after them, he would only be able to follow one, which would hopefully save the other. the pair would run until they managed to get out of the territory and to safety, and would then meet each other toward the plains to the east after the fires died down. but, of course, that was only if both of them made it out alive.

and so they did just that. Sunsong figured out very quickly that he was the one being chased. but his main concern was to get away and to safety. he didn’t want Sootstar’s sacrifice to be in vain, after all.

Beeflight, of course, started immediately running to the plains. however, as he was running, he ended up getting stuck in a lot of brambles. while he was stuck, the fires ended up burning the right side of his body; specifically that side of his face, and his front leg, as well as his shoulder.

thankfully, he was saved by Salmondash, who then took him to the river to try and put out the fire and to cool him down. it was nice and wholesome for about five seconds.

and then chaos suddenly hit. Beeflight found himself being launched away from Salmondash and deeper underwater. as he attempted to turn upwards, he noticed that a dark cloud was spreading through the water. blood. probably Salmondash’s, given what had just happened.

Beeflight began to swim to the other side of the river, mostly out of panic. upon arriving on the other side, he looked back at the other bank, trying to see what had happened. why had there been blood?

and then he froze.

because there was Dream. standing over Salmondash’s body.

there was blood coming from some sort of wound from her neck. it still isn’t entirely known what exactly happened; whether Dream had somehow ripped her throat open, or if he had caused her to puncture her neck on a particularly sharp stone in the river. either way, she was now bleeding out into the river. she wasn’t dead, at least not yet; she was still gasping for air, possibly choking on her own blood. it was a very disturbing sight.

while Beeflight was stuck there, staring at the scene before him in absolute horror, and also struggling to understand why he couldn’t see anything on his right side (what was going on? why couldn’t he see out of that eye? why couldn’t he see?), a cry rang out from somewhere in the forest (it was Sunsong, who had stumbled in on what happened). Dream turned back to look at Beeflight, narrowed his eyes at him, and then turned around again to run into the trees. Salmondash, now without a weight holding her down, attempted to stand up again, but fell back down immediately. Beeflight began to step forward, about to offer help, until Salmondash yelled out, with as much strength she could muster (which wasn't much), “Don’t! I-I’ll be fine! Just keep running-!”

so Beeflight, despite the guilt, turned around and continued running (more like sprinting and stumbling) towards the plains. it was the last time Salmondash was seen alive by anyone in the woods…

it’s here we get into the other four members: Duckclaw, Cherrypool, Foxpaw, and Thunderblaze.

Duckclaw was the first who actually managed to escape the forest. he ran into Phil and Blade, who offered to give him protection until he came up with some sort of plan on what to do next. he accepted, and that was his life for the next couple of weeks. however, the peace wouldn’t last very long, given that Duckclaw didn’t leave that fire with the same trust in Starclan than he had prior to it, and that, while they weren’t clan cats, Phil and Blade still had a heavy amount of belief in Starclan…

Thunderblaze had gotten into a confrontation with Lionfrost, and eventually decided to play dead, believing that the attack might stop. but Lionfrost just..stood there. like he was waiting to see if Thunderblaze was actually dead. he started getting anxious, as the fires were getting closer. why wasn’t Lionfrost leaving?

as the fire got really close, it was only then that Lionfrost chose to leave. but, at that point, the fire had surrounded Thunderblaze enough to where trying to leave normally would be impossible.

Cherrypool eventually realized while running that she hadn’t seen Thunderblaze in a bit, and decided to run back into the forest to find him. she told Foxpaw to sit where he was and wait for her there (unless the fire got too close, of course).

but, while she runs back to the forest, Dream comes up to Foxpaw. he stands there, tells Foxpaw that he has killed his parents, and that if Foxpaw stays there, he will kill him too, and then slashes him across the face to show he’s serious. Foxpaw, understandably scared, turns around and runs further into the woods.

Cherrypool saves Thunderblaze from the fire, but he is still Very Badly Burnt. the pair goes back to where Foxpaw is supposed to be, only to find no one there. not even Dream is there.

as the fire starts to calm down, Sunsong attempts to make his way to the plains where Beeflight is. out of nowhere, Dream tackles him and begins to drag him away, all while the smaller cat is screeching bloody murder and trying to claw himself free. nothing works and Dream successfully drags him away. i’ll give y’all three guesses as to where he’s being dragged to.

Beeflight waits in the plains for his friends, but slowly realizes he’s not coming. eventually he decides that Sunsong must be dead, and he continues off to a new home all alone.

absolutely no one is happy about anything that happened.

so, now that i’ve finished this, which part of arc 2 do y’all wanna see?

tommy/Sunsong’s pov of exile

tubbo/Beeflight’s pov of the aftermath

fundy/Foxpaw’s pov of the aftermath

or just other general facts of the aftermath?

anyway, hope y’all enjoy!

[rivers-children]

Chapter 4

    It had been a few moons now, and Speckledpaw was getting into the rhythm of  training. She got along well enough with the older apprentices, Finchpaw and Thrushpaw, though the latter made her more uncomfortable as time went on. Palepelt had been working alongside Milkmoon to help Speckledpaw with her fear of the water. She would never be a great swimmer, but she had started to love diving, often ducking into the small tunnels to the nursery to make sure they were stable. It also gave her an excuse to check up on her aunt, who was expecting another litter, albeit not a planned one.

    “Hey Auntie, how are you holding up? Leafpaw says he thinks you’re expecting another kinda big litter. Also I brought you something to eat.” The apprentice set the fish in front of her aunt, who was splayed on her side, practically engulfed in the soft moss Snailpatch kept bringing in.

    “Oh, thank you! I’m doing wonderful. Just occupying myself with thinking of potential names and trying to not sink too far into this moss.” She joked slightly, rolling onto her stomach to eat, not quite showing her pregnancy obviously. “When you leave, please tell your uncle that I’m fine and I’d rather he snuggle with me if he’s so worried. At this rate there won’t be any moss for the medicine den.”

    Speckledpaw snorted. “I’ll try my best. He’s been running around like a quail without its head. I think everyone’s started being more worried about his health over yours.” She nuzzled her aunt gently. “I gotta go, Auntie Spruce wants me and Palepelt to do a border patrol, with the big meeting coming up and all. Briarpaw says he’s gonna check on you later, do you need me to pass on any messages or anything?” All the grown cats had been weirdly concerned about Riverback’s pregnancy, apparently she’d had two other kits that didn’t make it because she got ill suddenly or something.

    “No, No, I’m fine, but if you see any Cloudclan cats, give them hell for me, alright?” Riverback nudged her niece playfully with a paw, grinning. Speckledpaw just snorted, shaking her head a little before padding out. Camp had been getting quieter lately, everyone focused on preparing for Leaf-Bare. She watched Elderbark slowly make her way to the medicine den, carrying a fresh bundle of herbs. For a brief second, worry struck the apprentice that the elderly cat wouldn’t make it through the season. She had been the medicine cat before her grandfather had been born, and the thought of losing her constant presence was concerning.

    “Speckledpaw, are you ready?” The sound of her mentor approaching snapped her out of it and she looked over. The white molly practically Reeked of Redwind, Speckledpaw suppressing a slight gag at the memory of the two cats constantly courting each other. Gross.

    “Yeah, I’m ready. Which side are we starting on?” She followed her mentor out of camp, easily keeping pace with her mentor, and she suddenly felt a bit weird as she realized they were nearly the same height now. “We’ll be starting at the barn, to see how they’re doing and if they’d be willing to trade for herbs this coming season. I’d like to leave Cloudclan for last. With any luck we’ll avoid one of their patrols and a fight.”

    They quickly crossed the stones, the river much too cold to swim across now. “Auntie’s new litter are gonna be lucky. Learnin how to swim during Green-Leaf and all.” Speckledpaw mumbled absent-mindedly, following the slowly-familiarizing path to the barn. She liked the barn, the cats there were kind and willing to help, even if they were a little strange. Especially the leader of the group, Damascus. He was pretty old and some of the warriors thought he’d kinda lost it already. His daughter was super nice though, she had told Speckledpaw all sorts of stories when they had to stay the night because of a storm.

    The apprentice nearly bumped into the fence because of her daydreaming, worming her way underneath as Palepelt lept over it. She wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to jump like her mentor, but it sure was a pretty sight to see.

    “Howdy Miss Palepelt! Ya here to talk business or just see my pretty face again?” “Hello Daffodil. It’s business. I’d love to stay and chat but we still have a patrol to finish.” “Darn shame. I’ll go get Damascus. Be back faster than a lamb shake!” The soft golden molly who had greeted them hurried off as quickly as she had arrived, leaving the two clan cats to look over the farm. Cats were hard at work, either tending to kits, or to the weird patches of ground they called The Field. They had figured out how to grow herbs in the ground, so they were really good friends with Marshclan.

    Elderbark had apparently also tried to start growing herbs, but the soil in camp wasn’t the right kind, and anything out of camp would be too much of a hassle to regularly tend to like The Field. So instead every Leaf-Bare, and other times through the year, they’d trade. Fish for herbs, each getting something they wanted. Speckledpaw wasn’t quite sure why they wanted fish, they seemed to have so much already, but apparently they really liked the fish from Marshclan territory.

    “Palepelt, good to see you again. I suppose you’re here to talk about trading this winter?” Damascus, an old tom who was probably pure black in his youth but now heavily greying, hobbled over. “And how is Miss Elderbark? Is she well?” Palepelt nodded a greeting. “Yes, we are here to discuss trade. And Elderbark is well.”

    The tom seemed pleased to hear that. “Ah, wonderful. And of course we can trade. The harvest has been wonderful this season, and some of the young’uns are moving young sprouts of them more important herbs into the barn so they’ll stay warm even if it snows.”

    “That’s wonderful. In the next few days Sprucestar will be over then to discuss in more detail.” Palepelt smiled slightly. “Now if you’ll excuse our sudden exit, we must go.” She hopped up on top of the fence.

    “Course. Don’t be shy now! Come as often as ya’ll need!” The elderly tom called after the two mollies as they left.

    “Ok so… now we’re going towards Pineclan, right?” Speckledpaw tried to map their path out in her head. She wondered if they’d see any of them when they passed. She had yet to meet any, but she’d heard stories of cats that melted into the shadows and ran with the wind.

    “That we are. Don’t expect much though. They won’t really be patrolling our edge of the border. They have no reason to, and we don’t have much of one either, but I’d rather be safe than sorry.” Palepelt’s voice was quieter now, and she didn’t turn to look at her apprentice either. Speckledpaw had to wonder if her mentor had someone close there.

    The empty path of land stretching the boundary between the two clans unsettled her. She had always been told their ancestors had split it apart from their territories so cats unrelated to the war could pass in peace, but the packed dirt still carried the scent of death, at least to Speckledpaw. So instead, she tried to focus on the slight crunch of the grass under her paws, and watching the unfamiliar trees packed on the other border.

    “...Palepelt? How do they ever get anywhere through all those trees?” She could barely see any way through, any opening seemed to just be filled with more tree. “I mean, I don’t think anyone but you and Springpaw could fit through there.”

    The white molly stopped for a second, before snorting a little, her sullen mood apparently broken. “Speckledpaw, Pineclan cats tend to look different than Marshclan ones. They’re more built for weaving through those trees, like how you’re more built for diving.” She lightly nudged her apprentice as she made a noise of realization.

    “Most of us. I still struggled.” A sudden new voice sent both mollies on edge for a second, Palepelt whipping her head to look across the border. A huge brown and white molly stood on the other end of the border, though for a split second Speckledpaw thought the fellow cat had been some kind of beast. Scars were littered all across her pelt, and her eyes looked to be set in a permanent stern expression.

    “B-Bearstar, it’s an honor to see yo-” ‘Easy, easy. No need to be so formal.” The two older cats quietly greeted each other. “But why are you out on patrol alone?”

    As they spoke, Speckledpaw’s ears perked as she spotted something approaching through the trees. “Oh, I’m not patrolling alone. My mate and kit are with me, we were taking them out to tour the territory, as well as make sure Cloudclan isn’t pushing borders again.” The large leader looked back into the tree line, silently giving a go ahead for whoever was in there to step forwards. There was a silent gasp of amazement from the Marshclan apprentice as two sleek cats emerged. She could swear they were slimmer than the shadows.

    “Hello there, I’m Nightsong, and this is our kit, Snakepaw.” The large cat spoke, her dark pelt accented by the three light spots and her deep grey eyes. Speckledpaw had to look away for a second, her face flushing. So pretty… When she finally looked back up, the mollies had been joined by a scrawny, trembling apprentice, shorter than her. Their slim tail was wrapped tightly around their leg, nearly giving Speckledpaw a heart attack thinking there was a snake instead, due to its patterning.

    “So Cloudclan has been pushing again lately?” Palepelt spoke up again, bringing everyone back to attention. “I had been hoping the treaty would be upheld for more than 4 seasons… Well, I can certainly speak on the whole clan’s behalf that we will still continue to honor it.” Bearstar nodded slightly. “I appreciate that heavily. I can promise we will do the same. And be safe on the rest of your patrol.”

    The three Pineclan cats vanished back into the trees, Snakepaw glancing once back at Speckledpaw, a hint of that same amazement she had reflected in their eyes. They shared eye contact for a brief second before going their separate ways.

    “Let’s keep going, if we move fast we’ll be back before sundown. Ideally I want to be as far from the Cloudclan border as possible by then. If they’re willing to break a treaty so soon, I don’t doubt they’d be willing to attack us as soon as it gets harder to tell exactly who is who.” Palepelt quickened her pace towards the mountain in the distance.

[fan-clan-fun]

So you want to Build a clan? Chapter 6 Culture Part 3: Holidays

I have a soft spot for holidays in stories, and as such I always make sure to include them in my clans. They are a staple of all human cultures, so it only makes sense to include them in our clans as well. Holidays play into a clans mindset and culture, highlight that which is most important to them. Its honestly one of the aspects that I think canon really missed out on, there was so much potential. However its one of the aspects I consider vital for fanclans, even just to think of it in connection to the culture. It also helps to have other aspects of culture already defined to draw from them from your holidays. There are lots of different ways to do holidays, and although I'm  discussing general categories, many holidays are a mixture of a few of them, so let’s look at some options!

Historical Holidays

These are holidays tied to Historical Events, where the clans remember their past. Some real life examples would include things like Armistice Day, or any country’s Independence Day.

For the clans this could celebrate anything, from their founding, to a time when they overcame adversity, to the end of a war. So long as it points to a specific point in the past, it could be considered a Historical Holiday. These can be celebrated by one clan alone (such as a founding day), or by all clans (the end of multiple clan conflict). Of course each one will do it differently, such as the one on the losing side of a conflict may remember it as a vow of vengeance, or with remorse. The winning side may remember it as a victory, and mourn their losses but with a joy of knowing that they succeeded.

Some examples from my own clans include:

Moorclan celebrates the Remembrance, deep in winter they fast for two days, as they mark the time when their ancestors fled the cats (who would form Pineclan) encroaching on their ancestral lands. At the end of the fast they have a feast at the break of dawn, signifying the hope their ancestors found when the finally reached their new home and joined together to create their clan.

Im thinking about having my Oracle Clans celebrate the Truce Day, on the anniversary of the day on which the Great War was ended by truce. It serves as a reminder to Ashclan of the tragedy they inflicted,as well as a show of strength of the all the different clans that were seriously affected.They have a gathering during the day, with competitions and a feast which includes prey from every clan. It's also a way to encourage better relations between clans, and gives some couples a chance to improve the genetic diversity of a clan by mating. 

Religious Holidays

These are holidays associated with whatever religion or beliefs your clans may follow, such as holidays to honor Starclan or their deities. These would be holidays which would focus on aspects of the religion, anywhere from the after life, to the "code" of beliefs, to personal reflection. Real life religions abound with examples, to the point that many have their own separate religious calendar which doesn't necessarily correspond with secular holidays.

Maybe you have important figures in your history, and they did something which was directly connected to your clans religion. I’ll use Saints as an example. Maybe your clan has saints with unique stories, so your clan has special days where they reenact the stories of the saints, maybe encourage their youth to go on a form of pilgrimage, or an experience similar to that saint to test their resolve. Or maybe they take a day to perform religious rites for their members, or to honor their dead, or something along those lines. 

Canon is woefully lacking in any good examples, the closest might be the gathering, or the rituals surrounding visiting the moonstone, where the travelers took a day  and took traveling herbs but didn't really eat before hand, and it was a right of passage for most apprentices to visit it and see if they were granted a vision. You would think this would be a major focus for a clan who has a strong belief in Starclan but not in Canon.

In my fanclans I have a few, although as of yet there are not as many as I would like, since I am still building their religions. So I actually dont have any specific examples I can think of at the moment. 

Cultural Holidays

These holidays are ones that spring from your clans culture and practices.  Things like fall festivals, like county fairs, like carnaval in its extreme. They showcase local traditions, local knowledge, and crafts and work, cuisine, things which are unique to that place and that time. These are the smaller, much more personal holidays, just full of tradition. Maybe they do tournaments, or competitions based on clan skills, like swimming competitions for a water based clan, or climbing competitions for a forest based clan, or races. 

Again canon is quite pitiful when it comes to further developing each clans unique culture. I cant even think of any potential things off the top of my head. The closest canon came to actually developing culture was with Windclan’s tunnelers, but even then it was only the most basic these cats are diggers, when they could have expanded on so much. 

I have a few cultural holidays, but my favorite is the one from my clan, Rootclan. They have an event called the Hunt, which happens during the fall, where squads of Rootclan cats set out to hunt Weasels. The weasels are good prey, but the real reason is they are seeking the Weasel’s trove, since they hoard smaller prey. The Hunt prepares the clan for Leafbare by beefing them up a bit. Its just a unique event for their clan which none of the other clans have. 

Seasonal Holidays

These are holidays which are based on or connected to the season. For example,  you could consider Christmas to be something of a seasonal holiday, even though it does have religious connotations, since it is so strongly connected to winter and being a winter holiday. Other holidays which seem connected to seasons are things like halloween or easter, which have very strong connections to their seasons. 

Again I’m pulling from Rootclan, but they have a holiday in the spring which consists of cleaning out camp, including all dens, and replacing everything with new fresh bedding and generally just airing everything out. Its a symbol of rebirth in the clan as everything from the past year and winter is cleansed and a new cycle begins. 

Anyway, now that we’ve looked at potential kinds of holidays, here are a few questions you can ask yourself about your own clans.

Do your clans remember their founders/founding event? Do they celebrate it? Was it a positive or negative experience?

Have there been any great wars/schisms that occurred? Was the clan victorious or was it a great loss? Do they want to remember, and if they do how?

Were there any other tragedies/major events that occurred, such as natural disasters? Do they celebrate their survival?

Are there any major hero/villain figures? Do they exemplify any positive/negative traits which the clan might want to highlight?

Does the clan have any important religious traditions, ceremonies, or sacred days? Do they set aside a day to revere their religious figures? 

Are there any unique skills the clan has? Is there a way that these skills can be competitive?

Are there any special animals/plants/places in the clans territory which might have some sort of event/tradition connected to them?

Have your clans developed any traditions connected to the changing of the seasons?

Are there any outside factors (humans, weather, climate) which affect the cats seasonally? 

[hinterland-clans]

Here is the final boy, Berrysplash! now, Berrysplash has an interesting reason for why he has his own post, but to explain why I have to exposit a bit. 

Originally, GlenClan was my OC ThunderClan I made when I was eleven or twelve years old, alongside my best friend and my cousin (the original owners of Greenshade and Lilystream, respectively). When I originally made Berrysplash he was quite a bit older, and retired because his sight had gone. This was when I first read The Fourth Apprentice and found out about Longtail being blind, as I read the arcs very much out of order. I originally thought he had just gradually lost his sight prematurely. Berrysplash’s story eventually evolved into his eyes being slashed by a fox, and him retiring pretty young. I realized a few months ago that this was, in fact, a pretty ableist way to write his story, so I worked on it a bit. This was when I found out about Tree, and how he had been made a mediator in order to have a job that played to his skills. I took notes.

Berrysplash is the first of GlenClan’s Camp Managers! What does a Camp Manager do? Well, I’ll tell you! Berrysplash’s job is to take care of the GlenClan camp, building and fixing camp walls, dens, and other barriers. He also teaches apprentices how to do this, as well as take them out to collect building and bedding materials, and keeps the secondary camp the Clan uses during the Newleaf flooding season (which was also his idea) well-kept. Because of him, GlenClan’s camp is the most fortified of the three, despite the other two clans’ camps being in caves. PineClan’s is the hardest to get into, but only because the entire camp is extremely well-hidden, and RiftClan is protected by the terrain around it. GlenClan’s camp is a simple sandy clearing, sort of like ThunderClan’s camp in the old forest territory, but it’s so well-fortified and maintained that the camp walls are nigh impossible to break or get through. And the dens are the warmest of all, with nary a leak in sight.

When Berrysplash isn’t busy with fixing things up in the two camps or training apprentices, he is usually either out on hunting patrols or chatting with his sister Rainwhisker and the other queens. He sleeps in the elder’s den due to some sensory overload issues when he’s in a small space with a lot of cats, which is also one of the reasons he hasn’t been to many gatherings since going blind (the other reason being the gathering place is up on the mountain and Sandstar worries for her little cousin's safety)

Well, that’s it about him and that’s it for the GlenClan busts!! Next will be PineClan, when I’ll be posting their leadership team in a few days.

[silentshadowbl0g]

3, 36, 38 please

3. [I] trusted [you] 

36. total control

38. Soak

“How can you say that, Fawnface?” Foxfang’s previous shouting had fizzled into only a whisper as realization set in. Her friend was seriously considering Silentstar’s proposition. “You’re leaving Pineclan?” The younger warrior felt overwhelming anger setting in. Must that rogue take everyone I love away from me?! She thought to herself bitterly. 

“I didn’t say that…” Fawnface looked down, ears flattened in guilt. “I was just saying that Silentstar was making a lot of sense. Why should we all live separately and fight when we all just want the same thing?”

“Because-!” Foxfang searched her mind and found herself blurting out the only words that automatically popped into her head. “We’re all too different! It’ll never work. Those who are different should stay with their own kind! Silentstar obviously just wants total control over all the forest!”

Foxfang cringed at her own words, and looked up to see Fawnface’s shocked face.

“That’s so close-minded of you! You’re better than that, Foxfang,” Fawnface rose her voice, her patience seeming to wear thin. “I’d expect that kind of narrow-headed thinking from Bluestone-!”  the pretty molly clamped her mouth shut, painfully realizing what she was about to say, but it was too late. 

Foxfang stared at her in disbelief, then bared her lips back in a snarl. “Well, I guess I know how you really see me.”

“Stop that, Foxfang, you know that’s not what I meant,” Fawnface murmured, paw shuffling.

The two sat in silence for awhile, letting their exchange really soak in. Foxfang felt an assortment of emotions going through her. On one paw, she trusted Fawnface’s judgement and capability to make good decisions, and she loved the other molly as much as she could love any other cat. On the other…she felt the bitter taste of betrayal all over again. The deep anger and pain she had pushed back for all those years rose up within her. She felt the impulse to lash out and chase Fawnface away herself, but the love and affection she held for the cat in front of her made her hesitate, questioning her own judgement. Was she wrong, and Silentstar… right? It was painfully obvious. Not only did the Mistclan leader sway her sister, but now Fawnface was considering leaving as well. Was Foxfang not enough? Just at the thought, the young warrior felt something in her break apart. Her mother was right about her all along. She’d never be enough. And she let herself get lost in the delusion of Fawnface’s kindness. The cream molly had promised that she had worth. Promised that Bluestone was wrong about her. Promised she’d always be there for her.

And yet here she was, leaving Foxfang and the life they had known forever, to follow someone who had caused her years of pain. Had taken away one of the cats she trusted the most, even if it hadn’t been her intention. Fawnface had broken her promises, and she was wrong. Bluestone was right. Fawnface seemed to sense her demeanor change. She stepped forward apprehensively. “Foxfang, come with me. You don’t have to stay here, I know you’re a good cat. Pineclan has taught us nothing but fighting, but we’re more than that.”

Said molly met her clanmates eyes, glaring instensley. “I trusted you.”

“Fox…”

“Bluestone is right,” Foxfang repeated softly, looking ahead distantly.

“You know that’s not true-”

“I thought I knew! But now look at us. Look at you,” Foxfang sneered at her. “A traitor to your own clan. You’re worthless to us. Weak. Pineclan doesn’t need you.”

Fawnface crouched lower and lower with every punch of a word that Foxfang threw at her. She lowered her head in shame, no longer meeting Foxfang’s eyes.

The display of weakness only made Foxfang angrier. Bluestone was right. “Just get out of here unharmed while you still can. I’ll tell the whole clan of what you’ve chosen to do, and if I see you in my territory again…” she growled down at her now-former clanmate. She fully intended to threaten her with every painful detail she’d inflict any outsider, but when the thought of actually causing Fawnface harm played out in her head, she couldn’t bring herself to. “You just better hope it’s not me!”

With that, Foxfang tore herself away and ran as fast as she could. The sooner she could end this whole ordeal, the better. She’d tell the clan about Fawnface, she’d tell them all about her betrayal, she’d have all the attention on her. She’d be the good guy. She’d tell Bluestone that she was right and maybe her mother would for once look at her like an equal. Like the kit she’d once cast away was now a respectable warrior. Even after Auburncloud left, even after Fawnface’s choice, she’d deserve at least that much.

However, when she ran into camp in a frenzy, panting from her run, she was once again struck with painful realization that Fawnface would no longer greet her. Foxfang had chased away another cat who had shown her compassion and understanding. Instead of announcing anything, Foxfang dragged herself to the warriors den, praying no one was in there. When the den was empty, and the coast was clear, Foxfang curled into her nest, tucking her nose in her tail and beginning to silently weep.

[anotherfanclan]

MapleClan - Lore

Camp - Very soft and friendly looking. Surrounded by tall walls of rock. Ferns and other plants grow in abundance. Where there isn’t foliage, there’s dirt. Flowers can be seen lining the entrance and the nests of the cats that reside there. Petalstar, the current leader, makes her home up on the rocks, plants creeping out of the cracks of the stone. Apprentices and Warriors live under large bushes. They have dug the earth so there’s a dip under each bush that gives them plenty of room.

Territory - Very grassy, with trees scattered about the forest. They share a border with BirchClan, and are horrified at the thought of no flora. They also share and are on very good terms with PineClan, since Petalstar and PineClan leader, Cricketstar, have been friends since their apprenticeship.

Characteristics -  Over the years, the members of MapleClan have evolved a more round shaped body, but long powerful legs, used for climbing. Some members have been born with shorter legs, and cannot climb very well. MapleClan members pride themselves in being able to get to the border without touching the ground. Many are named after flora.

Systems and Values - MapleClan cats, when taking a mate, must prove their worth by bringing the other the most beautiful flower they can find. If two cats wish to mate with the same cat, they must show off in a contest to see whom is worthy. Sometimes the cat being fought over will take on both as a mate, and this is not an uncommon practice within the clan, which is why some of the shorter legged cats are assigned as permanent nursery helpers, because there is always a new little bundle of joy inside. As far as the other clans go, MapleClan can be seen as the most lenient, preferring to lay about in the grass then go off fighting patrols.

Important Cats:

Volefoot - The first male nursery helper to be appointed. Was met with alot of backlash, but proved toms can take care of kits just as well as mollies. (Male)

Ramclaw, Brambletongue, and Tangletuft - The first poly relationship to happen in MapleClan. (Ramclaw was male, Brambletongue and Tangletuft were female, although Tangletuft is a trans female.)

[warriorsashestoashes]

History and Formation of the Clans

Clan Formation and Past

It started with the purge.

Cats had lived with humans peacefully for many lifetimes. But when disaster befell humans, as the first wave of the black plague hit, they blamed cats. It was believed that cats were the carriers of the plague. Of course cats scoffed at that. Ridiculous! Some of them had even died from it themselves! But popular opinion had turned against them. At first a few, then many, then almost all cats were driven from the town, with the hope that the sickness would stop spreading. Some were killed, but more died from sickness and starvation.

Driven to the wilderness, they fought bitterly amongst themselves. In order to survive, they grouped together in small groups, with the stronger fighting off the weaker.

It was at the beginning of spring, when the first greens were shooting up, when prey was beginning to be more common, one pregnant she cat laid to rest in a Grove. Her mate and their companions set up a guard, but to everyone's surprise she went into labor. The toms immediately freaked out, but even though they gave her space, they still stayed close to defend her. Her mate approached her, this was his mate, and his kits after all, why would he be aggressive and why would she? He promised her his love, to protect her, and that all the others would do the same. But she was so weak, everyone feared for her.

At that moment Devas moved. They lent energy and life to the queen, helping her give birth to her kits. All three were born strong and mewling. It was a miracle. The queen, filled with Devas strength, thanked them, and the other cats in the group, and vowed that together they would all make their lives here. No more looking to the past. After this they would look to their future, and build it under the benevolent gaze of Devas.

And so Pineclan was born. Of course it would not be named so for many seasons, but the seeds of it existed, the first monarch, a queen with her kits, and her mate who helped her to recruit and train new cats, to protect camp. She went on to mother many more kits, many who weren't her own. Under her direction they pushed cats outward, back into the human town, and deeper into the wilderness.

Humans no longer hunted cats. After having lost so many to the plague, the rats were out of control. They were forced to accept cats back in order to keep rats from completely taking over.

With the plague mostly gone, trade started back up again. With the ships came new cats, cats from far away places. After many cats had been forced back in the city, they were now very much more hostile to outsiders. A few of the foreigners took shelter with Pineclan, but they just never seemed to quite fit in. So, the outsiders gathered as many cats from around the docks and ships as they could, and headed north past Pineclan. They made their home along the bank of the Firth. It was they who first designated Pineclan as such, as “that clan from the Pines.” Eventually to differentiate between the two groups, they became known as Pineclan and Firthclan.

As the two clans grew, so did their territory. Slowly, the native wild cats were pushed further and further until they were forced out of the forest completely. At this point, Firthclan and Pineclan had begun to skirmish over borders and territories, though it wasnt too violent quite yet. But for the wildcats, forced to trek across the open fields until they could find a place of shelter it was devastating. It was the middle of winter, cats died of starvation and sickness left and right. And on top of that, the faeries of the normally isolated area stalked them, stealing their kits and causing havoc. They were forced to band together, to hole up in a rock formation, hide their young deep in the stones. The other clans referred to them as the Moor Clan, even though they had not taken on the position as a group quite yet. They were simply a splintered group of cats sheltering together. But as the next generation grew, they forged bonds and ties strong as any of the other clans.

Pineclan and Firthclan’s war escalated. Pineclan wanted all the territory on this side of the firth. Firthclan wanted their original camp, a place called Salmons rest to remain theirs, as well as a strip of land. The two clans fought over it bitterly.

However, with the appearance of the wild cats in faerie territory, the faeries began to explore, to push outward, particularly the brownies. They began to play mischief on the other two clans, worsening the war by taking on the appearance and even sometimes the place of certain cats. When one jet black tom became the deputy of Firthclan, a battle in which a kit was killed took place. The clans discovered that the tom was a Faerie merely impersonating a cat. All the animosity which had been turned towards each other suddenly turned towards a new target. The Faerie.

The clans, all of them hunted faeries that they found, killing or harming them. In turn the faeries enacted revenge. It was almost as dark a time as the purge.

It would be Moorclan who would become the mediators. They would bring all together in the ruins at the gathering place, including the representatives of the brownies, the group of faeries which had been part of most of the meddling. Moorclan hoped that in close quarters the cats would have the advantage, so when the faeries inevitably broke the truce (which they always did in Moorclan’s eyes), the clans would wipe out the brownies. But the truce held, and negotiations began. Eventually after rigorous debate and discussion, the Pact was established.

The Pact was a powerful magic, binding them to the Faerie and granting them an afterlife, while also giving them tools to protect themselves against the faerie. The clans agreed to hold a gathering every full moon, in the gathering place, a night on which faeries could move more freely between realms. The hope was that the clans might commune with those who had passed away, or ask benevolent faeries for favors. However, faeries rarely appeared, or kept hemselves hidden, and their lost loved ones, if they appeared, never spoke to them. The clans still kept the gathering nights, but the original more mystical element slowly faded from the custom. It became a way to address issues between clans and provide shows of strength and prosperity.

Pineclan and Firthclan returned to their camps, their war put aside for the time being, content that the faerie would have less desire to continue to meddle.

But after all the effort, all of what they had had to sacrifice, Moorclan was not content with the outcome. The pact had not completely protected them from the faerie. So they returned to their territory and sought another more radical solution. Moorclan sought out one of the named faerie, and formed a smaller pact with him, but they paid a terrible price.

When they came to the gathering the next moon, they informed the other clans. Their territory was no longer accessible to faeries. In return any black kit, who could potentially be a faerie in disguise would be left out to be consumed by the earth and sky. The other two clans rioted, but Moorclan had their minds made. Their bond with the named faerie was established.

What followed were many seasons of peace. So far, no major devastating wars have broken out. Skirmishes, and small rivalries lasting years at a time, but nothing else.

Moorclan routinely sends out spies to keep track of the various factions.

Pineclan sneakily expands in the summer, counting on more common food to keep the other clans careless in checking their borders.

And Firthclan draws ever closer to the realm of faerie, distancing themselves from the other clans.

Recent points in history to include in Biographies:

(New history points will be accepted based on when high positions are accepted and what parts of their histories are considered relevant)

Firthclan:

60 moons ago: Heavy rains flood Firthclans camp. Firthclan moves to new (current camp). Previous camp used to be in Salmon’s Rest. Clan begins to become more distant from the others.

44 moons ago: First border skirmish since moving to a new camp. Firthclan is attacked after being wrongfully assumed to be a Moorclan patrol. Firthclan leader negotiates an appropriate repayment of the blood debt of the cat who fell during the battle.

38 moons ago: A black kitten is rescued from just inside Moorclan’s border and adopted by a Firthclan queen. They are not told of their origin.

22 moons ago: A sickness strikes Firthclan. Some believe it to be a curse brought upon by someone disrespecting a faerie, or a cat aligned with evil faeries. Some cats are lost, although the oracle manages to save many.

8 moons ago: The more spiritually attuned Firthclan cats notice that local sprites and faeries are becoming more agitated and worried, some randomly disappearing and new ones appearing more frequently than normal.

Pineclan:

59 moons ago: Previous Monarch takes charge of Pineclan, begins an era of internal focus, allow more outsiders to join the clan and help it prosper.

48 moons ago: Battle with Moorclan due to discovery of spy attempting to seduce the Monarch.

46 moons ago: Truce with Moorclan lasting the lifetime of the then monarch, promising no spies on either side and no unnecessary aggression. Birth of Current Monarch.

12-14 moons ago: Four cats disappear, all in completely different locations, but all in the same way. It is suspected a dangerous rogue faerie is involved. The disappearances suddenly stop, so nothing more can be done.

6 moons ago: Death of previous monarch, suspicious death of chosen heir, current Monarch takes charge of Pineclan.

Moorclan:

56 moons ago: Moorclan dispatches spies to Firthclan, Pineclan, and the human town.

48 moons ago: Spy is discovered in Pineclan, and executed. Moorclan treats it as an act of aggression.

46 moons ago: Truce with Pineclan, no more spies there, but the other two spies are still active.

35 moons ago: Firthclan spy informs Moorclan of the black kit. No actions are taken.

27 moons ago: An avalanche buries several cats beneath rubble, and the place becomes a place haunted by the spirits of those who could not reach the afterlife.

15 moons: An odd earthquake shakes the territory, and for a short time, the sky has the wrong color. But it returns to its average normal self. Loireag refuses to explain what happened.

3 moons ago: Moorclan spy in human town reports stories from ships cats, of sickness spreading through humans again. The sickness is marching north its said, but it may come earlier on one of the ships. Moorclan is advised great precaution when hunting and encouraged to stay away from the other clans.

[pineclans]

Moon 11 : Leafbare : Year 2

Rosekit reaches 6 moons and becomes Rosepaw. He is apprenticed to Brokenfur to learn the teachings of a cleric.

Yewstar has a vision in the dead of night in his den. He awakes startled and panting, and has trouble returning to sleep.

While at the Star Hollow, the deceased Dustbee communicates with Rosepaw, trying to warn the apprentice of something... but Rosepaw can't quite make out what the ghost is saying

Poppygorse wrestled with a rogue near the Star Hollow, chasing the cat deep into the holy site. Suddenly, the cat disappears, and Poppygorse can't find them.

[wills-woodland-warriors]

Profile: TurtleStepper

A detailed profile for my oc, TurtleStepper. Some things might be subject to change

Name: TurtleStepper

Allegiances: BriarClan, LilacClan  

Afterlife: Dark Forest / ghost, currently revived. 

Age: 27 moons (2 years) 

Rank: Medicine Cat, Daylight Herbalist 

Sexuality: Panromantic, Achillean leaning

Gender: Tom 

Eyes: Cornflower Blue 

Pelt: Mostly white body with short fur, white ears and white paws. His left legs are white, and his right right are pale brown with black patches. He has two black splotches on his back and two on his shoulder. The back of his neck is a slightly darker brown and he has dark brown stripes on his face. His face is mostly pale brown with a cream muzzle and black nose bridge with dark grey splotches on it. His ears have black tufts and he has a stubby golden tail. 

Scars: A thin pale scar from a bramble along his throat

Additional Features: He has asthma and allergies. A grass-reed pouch that hangs around his neck, resting on his chest. It’s a dull green, and frequently has feathers and pebbles poking out of it. Because of the satchels weight, his head is usually held low. 

Body Structure: small, slightly pudgy belly and an angular muzzle. 

Voice: soft spoken, very quiet and kind of high. Has a slight southern accent. 

Personality traits: meek, timid, shy, naive, skittish, caring, always wants to help, timid, curious, excitable, gentle natured, nerdy, skilled with herbs, pacifistic 

Basic Likes: water, herbs, feathers, collecting random pebbles, kits, elders, weaving reed pouches and herb bundles, honey. 

Basic Dislikes: flowers, hunting, fights, mouse bile, maple sap, underbrush, squirrel, training grounds, dust, pollen, pineclan territory,  

Parents: unnamed mother, unnamed father

Siblings: RiddleCharm (half brother) 

Mate: LionCatch 

Apprentice: n/a 

Primary skill: Herb knowledge, reasoning with others, caretaking 

Powers: Can go into others dreams (only after revival) 

Weaknesses: poor fighter, can’t run long, short of breath, socially awkward 

Battling 0/10

Hunting 3/10

Agility 3/10 

Stamina 1/10 

Loyalty 9/10

Stealth: 5/10

Trust 10/10

Speed 5/10

Climbing 6/10

Fishing 7/10

Leadership 4/10

Faith 5/10

Mentorship 5/10

Trusting 9/10

Sight: 6/10

Hearing: 6/10 

Prettiness: 4/10 

Herb knowledge: 10/10

Talkative: 3/10 

Tracking: 0/10 

Clumsiness: 6/10 

Fighting style: He’s pinned very easily so LionCatch taught him how to kick at a cats belly to wind them. 

Basic Relationships 

Even as a kit, his mother often ignored him and spent more time with his older brother. Because of this, TurtleKit hated his brother growing up and that never changed as he got older.

YarrowStar took on the role of his mother because his own mother refused to raise him, and into his apprenticeship he still slept in her den. YarrowStar was very gentle towards him, and the two were quite close and she even introduced him as her son at a gathering. 

SkipperBug became his medicine mentor and despite his stern nature the two got along well. SkipperBug developed a soft spot for his apprentice and would always support him through times when his allergies were bad by setting aside herbs for him and taking over some duties so TurtleStepper could sit at the cliff base to clear his lungs a bit. 

LionCatch and TurtleStepper got very close when they were apprentices, and LionCatch developed feelings for him and confessed when they were made warriors. They were loving mates for a year before their deaths. LionCatch was very, very protective and was willing to give anything up for TurtleStepper. LionCatch tried to murder a clanmate and because of TurtleStepper’s lack of fighting skills he accidentally killed the clanmate himself while trying to save him. TurtleStepper ran, terrified of his mate and they both fell off of the barn beams. In the dark forest they typically avoid each other, but LionCatch keeps trying to talk with him and explain what happened. 

ThriftTail and TurtleStepper met at the barn, and because both of them had short fur they became good friends that winter by keeping eachother warm in the barn. The two were quite close, best friends even, and ThriftTail told him he had a crush on him, and TurtleStepper said he didn’t feel the same. ThriftTail respected his decision and the two carried on being friends as usual. When TurtleStepper told LionCatch about his confession, LionCatch killed ThriftTail and framed it as a brutal attack by loners. 

Claire and TurtleStepper were great friends, and the two went swimming every day where they would weave reeds and just talk. Claire also had allergies, so they had a common ground. Claire even viewed him as her younger brother. While swimming, she jokingly asked him why he was so weird when he got excited over a school of minnows. TurtleStepper didn’t realize she was joking, and felt hurt. He pounced on her in the water and instead of pushing her like he intended she hit her head on a rock and she drowned while he fumbled to save her in the waves. Up until his death, everyday he would leave a cluster of buttercup flowers on the beach for her. 

After his revival, he becomes close friends with the whisperclan med cat named BirdLeap.

Facts: 

He is autistic, and often makes too much eye contact with cats. 

Picrews: 

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Moon 10 : Leafbare : Year 2

Mudpelt and Coyotesight reinforce the camp with brambles they collected from the Hills. Yewstar affirms this decision and thanks the two for their efforts in keeping the clan safe.

Doepaw passes his assessment and travels to the Star Hollow to receive his warrior's name. He is named Doeflame.

Tumblesong and Acornmoon somehow manage to defeat a coyote, driving it into the deep Hills.

Eiderblotch gets his paw trapped in a twoleg contraption while on patrol with Tawnypelt. Tawnypelt manages to free Eiderblotch without injuring him severely, and the two return home to report the incident to Yewstar.

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Moon 9 : Leafbare : Year 2

Acornmoon gets in a violent fight with a loner who trespassed on Pineclan territory, earning a scar from his efforts. The injury gets infected and Acornmoon has to stay in the cleric's den for a few days to recover.

Coyotepaw, Eiderpaw, and Leopardpaw all pass their assessments, and travel to the Star Hollow to receive their warrior names. They are named Coyotesight, Eiderblotch, and Leopardpaw, respectively.

Dead, in an example of great strength, hunts and kills a hawk. She earns a mighty scar in the process.

A kittypet named Belly is discovered wandering around by Sandpaw, who happily brings him back to camp. Belly is allowed into the clan and is given the new name Bellpaw, and apprenticed under Sunshimmer.

Yewstar loses another life, this time at the jaws of a fox atop the Cliff Edges.

Sunshimmer shows Bellpaw the Star Hollow; the latter is amazed, so much so to the point they hear the clan's ancestors voices.

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Moon 8 : Leaffall : Year 2

Mudpaw passes her assessment and travels to the Star Hollow to receive her warrior's name. She is named Mudpelt.

Lavenderbranch and Yewstar confront a rogue at the river. The rogue puts up quite a show and ultimately proves they are both bark *and* bite, killing Yewstar with a fatal blow. Yewstar loses his third life and recovers, much to the bewilderment of Lavenderbranch. The two work together and eventually manage to chase away the rogue.

While on patrol with Sunshimmer, Eiderpaw has a vision and nearly falls unconscious. He is brought back carefully to camp and told to rest in the apprentice's den for a while.

A senior cat named Tiny is let into the clan as an elder. The other elders are quite annoyed by his jingly bell collar, but the kits and apprentices are enamored with him.