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Chapter 2: A Healer’s Journey

Prologue Previous/Next

Lifegen claims its first victim. Surely this won’t have any negative effects on Foggypaw’s mental health… right?

This was a fun chapter to draw, I very much enjoyed getting to do the camp and territory backgrounds for this. I did not, however, enjoy doing Foggy’s leaves. When he was a paw, he had the dried herbs accessory on, but I ended up taking it off after a couple moons, and boy am I glad, because that means I never have to draw them again, lol.

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the ultimate wife guy

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SPOTTEDLEAF

Appearance : small dappled tortoiseshell molly with amber eyes, white paws, and a white chest and muzzle

Highest Rank Achieved : Seer

Other Notable Ranks : Seer Apprentice, Mentor

Other Names : Spottedkit, Spottedpaw

Mentors : Mottlethroat, Goosefeather

Spottedleaf began as a general Warrior apprentice. However, despite Mottlethroat's best efforts, it quickly became apparent that she had no head for hunting or fighting, and her penchant for talking to thin air made the rest of ThunderClan very uneasy. Thankfully—or perhaps not so thankfully, depending on who you ask—Goosefeather agreed to take her on as a Seer apprentice.

Apprentices : Firesight

Spottedleaf took an interest in Firesight—at the time, Firepaw—not long after he and his sister joined ThunderClan. He was often exhausted, and after Spottedleaf coaxed him into telling her that it was because of strange dreams, she went to Bluestar, wanting to cultivate his natural talent for prophecy. However, she wouldn't live for very long after the fact—most of Firesight's apprenticeship was handled by Yellowfang, who took over the role of Seer after Spottedleaf was killed by ShadowClan warriors.

Father : Russetwhisker

Mother : Mothflower

Mothflower was born a denpet, and so was Russetwhisker's father, Spider. As a result, Spottedleaf and her siblings have more denpet blood than Clan blood, which is just another wedge between Spottedleaf and ThunderClan.

Littermates : Redtail

Siblings : Honeyspeck, Foxpaw

Foxpaw, Spottedleaf's older brother, died of bloodloss a few days after ThunderClan's raid on WindClan's camp. He and Silverflower, Bluestar's mother, were ThunderClan's casualties, while WindClan only lost one warrior.

Nieces : Sandstorm, Cherrysong

Aunts : Lea (Denpet), Queenie (Denpet)

Uncles : Squirrelkit, Stranger (Loner)

Second Cousins : Tigerstar, Eagleheart

Spottedleaf, Redtail, and Honeyspeck are related to Tigerstar and Eagleheart through their grandmothers, Mistlespike and Firesplash, who were littermates.

Other Facts and Information :

Like Owlshine, Spottedleaf never took a mate and never had any kits, though unlike her Healer counterpart, it was due to a complete lack of interest instead of a lack of opportunity.

Spottedleaf is very much the Clan oddball. She tends to get lost in her thoughts, as well as things that only she can see and hear, and it makes her pretty unapproachable, especially by cats younger than she is. She often speaks in vague statements and riddles that only her siblings, Owlshine, Bluestar, and Lionheart have any hope of understanding.

Similar to her former mentor, Goosefeather, Spottedleaf has closer bonds with the dead than with the living, and it only makes it harder for her Clanmates to talk to her.

It was a great surprise to everyone when Spottedleaf took an interest in Firesight because she rarely paid any attention to anyone, let alone the apprentices. Much to the Clan's relief, however, Firesight ends up being a much more down-to-earth sort of Seer, a far cry from his lost-in-the-clouds mentor, though most attribute that to Yellowfang, not Spottedleaf.

Last Living Appearance : Into the Wild (The Prophecies Begin)

Spottedleaf was killed by Clawface, a ShadowClan warrior, when ShadowClan snuck onto ThunderClan territory to steal their kits.

Afterlife : StarClan

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CloverClan Allegiances

MOON 29

LEADERS - Cloverstar* ( moons 0 to current ) // 42 m // 8 lives

DEPUTIES - Mistcloud* ( moons 0 to current ) // 85 m

MEDICINE CATS - Lakemoth* ( moons 0 to current ) // 83 m

WARRIORS - Oakfrost* // 52 m

Russetwhisker* // 105 m

Dappletail* // 96 m

Stonefur* // 98 m

Embershine* // 38 m

Petalswipe // 108 m

Hawkeather // 92 m

Batbeam  // 67 m

APPRENTICES -

name  // 06 m

ELDERS - 

Swiftlight  // 126 m 

Shrewfur  // 136 m

KITS - 

Ivykit  // 00 m

Maplekit // 00 m

STARCLAN

Blackpelt, Cloverstar’s father. Died at 97 moons on the journey to CloverClan’s new camp

Harefoot*, died at 95 moons from greencough

* means they were the original founders of the Clan

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Meet some warrior cat ocs

Batstrike of riverclan soon to be leader And copperstar of shadowclan Unlikely teammates as they both hate each other

And Russetwhisker of skyclan with Slowcreek of shadowclan, they once shared a forbidden bond but after the on going war between clans they are exmates

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made a new russetwhisker icon to use places :o

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Chapter 1: Adventures

Prologue/Next

I finally finished chapter one! It took me a while, but I’m super happy with it.

In case you didn’t recognize him, Foggykit is the kit from the end of the prologue that Chirpquill orphaned.

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I’m so close to finishing Chapter 2! Have some refs (and sprites) while you wait.

Here’s papa Creekspeckle, the lead healer,

Siltnibble, another healer,

And Russtewhisker, the deputy.

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russetwhisker is achillean and in a relationship with poppythorn.

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i wrote a oneshot w/ some of my main ocs.. i havent wrote in forever and this is just to get personalities down so the plot may suck and be bad but hey! its here

Irritation pricked at the young molly's pelt.

The sight of the red tom made her frankly annoyed. Furious. Heated. Any word she could think of that even related to angry could probably be used to describe her feelings towards him. The sight of him alone was often enough to make her seethe, however, the fact that he was with her brother, of all cats, really, had only added wood to the fire and her fur was practically red already.

She had been told by numerous cats that he was a real nice tom, that one, or that he was practically next in line to be deputy at such a young age. This would've affected her less if she hadn't had to constantly hear it from one of her own mates, Foxface, the tom's sister.

In summary, it sucked.

Currently, said brother and tom in question were sat beside the fresh-kill pile, tails intertwined, stopping every view moments to stifle laughter. Eugh.

The calico was just about to get up herself and march right over to the two when she felt the tip of a tail touch her shoulder, and she turned to see a cream molly.

"Maplefeather."

The other cat was Milkywish, Maplefeather and Foxface's other mate, and often voice of reason. Her face was a mix of concern and irritation, presumably due to the worry of Maplefeather getting into unnecessary fights or simply trying to start one to begin with.

"...Yes?"

"Are you trying to start another needless argument with Russetwhisker? ...Again?"

"I have absolutely no idea what you could possibly mean."

The smaller molly sighed. At this point she knew it was futile to even attempt to reconcile the two, they had been fighting since they were kits, anyways. With a flick of her tail, she motioned to Russetwhisker heading for the entrance of the camp, the calico's brother left behind to take a midday nap. "Well, there's your chance to argue with him without Poppythorn getting pissed at you both. Try not to alarm the rest of the camp, please. You know what Birchstar did last time it escalated too far."

Maplefeather gagged at the memory.

"Yikes, don't remind me." As soon as the tom's tail disappeared out of camp, she turned and gave Milkywish a quick lick on the cheek, shouting a 'see ya!' before turning tail herself, leaving the molly embarrassed.

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The tom had currently locked his gaze on a mouse shuffling around a few tail lengths away from his face, his brow knitted in concentration.

Concentration that was unbroken until a loud noise sounded from a bush, causing the mouse to dart away in alarm as a calico molly popped out of the leaves.

"Hey, asshole!"

Breathing hard out of his nose, said asshole closed his eyes for a minute before opening them again, trying to maintain a cool exterior before responding. Muttering certainly some form of vulgarity, he turned his head to meet the cat who had oh-so-loudly chased away his prey.

"Can I help you?"

Maplefeather struggled out from the bush, falling forward and landing squarely in front of the other's paws. Scrambling to her own paws, she shook out her fur and glanced up at the taller of the two. She managed to be somewhat intimidating.

"You can, actually. I'm gonna have to ask you to leave my brother alone," pausing, she looked away in thought, "preferably forever."

Russetwhisker looked pleasantly surprised.

"Can I ask which brot--"

"You know which brother! It's not like you're in cahoots with Juniperpaw, the kit's sick as a dog and I don't think he even knows what a molly is yet!"

"Wait, no, hold on-- did you just say cahoots--"

"YES," Letting out a large breath, Maplefeather clenched her jaw tightly before speaking again, "You're really barking up the wrong tree, you know that? You make Poppythorn all love struck and glossy eyed, speaking to him is like talking to a dead body at this point! It's weird!"

The tom stared at her for a moment, his eyes blank before he started slowly, his smug look gradually returning to his face, "So, what you're telling me, is that you don't want your brother happy? ...Ever?"

The molly seemed taken aback by this. "What? No! Just happy with someone that isn't someone who is completely disgusting!"

"A lot of cats could beg to differ."

"That's disgusting!"

"Not to mention, you're courting my sister as well--"

"You don't even like your sister!"

Rolling his eyes, the red tom moved to leave, shoving his way past the molly. "I get you don't like me personally, but I think you should stop throwing a hissy fit every time I come even a fox length near you. And maybe take into consideration other cat's feeling's before your own. If Poppythorn is happy, shouldn't you be happy for him?"

"What kind of life lesson bullshit is that?!"

Quickly reverting back to his egotistical demeanor, he left the calico standing in the middle of the clearing, the mouse forgotten and the molly fuming.

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a ship that started out as a fun crack ship but now im in too deep

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if i don't go to hell when i die i might go to heaven might go to heaven,  but probably not

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bad siblings™

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did my first animation meme last night, this time with russetwhisker! a disgusting little man.

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discourse 

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a disgusting little man