#shellfrost

[ryderdire]

Yes I have warrior ocs yes I’ve only read two of the books yes I made my own clans because that’s more fun

[plushieclan]

Darkheart has gone to the Moon Oak to receive his nine lives. He received lives from Fishleap (his mother), Wheatstem (his father), Mintstream (his grandmother), Windgust (his mentor), Shellfrost (his sister), Yellowpaw (his first apprentice), Graymist (his best friend), Applestar (the leader he grew up under), and Ravenkit. He is now known as Darkstar, with nine new memories on his side

Darkstar’s leader ceremony

<< Return to Moon 13 interlude

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

BirchFox kits!

Maplekit: dilute tortoiseshell she-cat with green eyes (named after Birchflight's mom Maplebrook)

Shellkit: dark brown tabby tom with yellow eyes (named after Foxfire's dad Shellfrost)

Featherkit: brown and white she-cat with yellow eyes (named after Featherpaw, a good friend of Birchflight and Foxfire who was killed by a badger as an apprentice)

Toadkit: dark ginger tom with green eyes (named after Toadpaw, a good friend of Birchflight and Foxfire who died from greencough as an apprentice)

(fun fact: the original Featherpaw and Toadpaw were also brother and sister !!)

yes! yes! yes!

can I make the suffixes for them?

[mudmoth]

thornclaw x sorreltail hypokits

Timberkit!

au where thornclaw became mates with sorreltail instead! Timberkit was born instead of seedpaw and molepaw. He doesnt die at all, so his name would be Timbertail!

Poppyfrost = Shellfrost

Honeyfern = Eaglefern

Cinderheart = Plumheart

Lilyheart = Stemheart (female!)

[plushieclan]

Nightflower family tree, to tide you over!

Bonus: here’s my sketches of Starleaf’s siblings and a little more about them!

Maya is a tortie and white molly, Shauna is a calico molly with heterochromia, and Hazel is a chocolate tom. The purple eyes come from Squirrel, which also resulted in Maya having cute ass pink eyes. I play hard and fast with genetics here, considering we have pink cats and purple eyes lol

Hazel’s mate is a tom named Soot. They have one kit, a molly named Spider. Spider is currently a Journeyer, a special rank only found in the Wanderers where a cat travels between the different squads of the wanderers from the time they turn 12 months to the time they turn 24 months. It’s meant to allow them to find their place.

Shauna has her one kit, Penny (who will stay relevant in the story for a while). She doesn’t have a mate. Maya is kitless and mateless, living her happy single lifestyle— aka, running the squad of the Wanderers that her mother used to.

Darkstar’s only sister, Shellfrost, died as a relatively young warrior. His father was Bayclan’s deputy. His father died when he was an apprentice, and was replaced by the young warrior Blazeshell (later Blazestar). His mother passed away not long after his father. Darkstar really didn’t have any family at the point he met Starleaf, sadly

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Dark Forest Resident: Minnowscale

Aliases / Nicknames: Little Minnow, Two-faced Foxheart

Gender: she-cat

Sexuality: Asexual, aromantic

Family: Goldenpetal (mother), Thornsnap (father), Stoneshine (foster mother), Swiftleap, Smokesight (paternal aunts), Sorrelspeckle, Echopaw (maternal aunts), Lightblaze/star (brother), Vipersnap and Flairpetal (sisters), Plumfire (half-brother), Tinyshade (half-sister), Darkrose, Jayheart, Lilytooth (paternal first cousins once removed), Aspenpelt, Smokepounce, Troutpaw, Hazekit, Brokencry, Belladonnashade, Vinetwist (paternal first and second cousins), Foxstrike/star, Mochasky, Swiftkit, Moonglaze, Risingsun, Smokenose, Cypresseyes, Chirpwhisper, Sedgefall (nieces and nephews), Sunflower and Hareskip (paternal grandparents), Lionleg and Lynxeye (maternal grandparents)

Other Relations: unnamed mentor

Clan: Darkclan

Rank: warrior

Characteristics: kills accidently, pale ginger snowshoe she-cat with blueish-green eyes

Number of Victims: 3

Number of Murders: 1

Murder Method: accidentally feeding rotten prey to the elders

Known Victims: Ottertail, Rosethistle, Shellfrost

Victim Profile: three elders, her best friend's kin

Cause of Death: killed by Brokencry and Milksnow

Cautionary Tale: always make sure prey is fresh

Story: 

Minnowscale hadn't meant to pick up an old rabbit, she really hadn't. 

Leopardflower had said it smelt bad, but Rosethistle hissed that it was fine. Then the Clan sat around the bodies of three of the oldest cats in the Clan.

She had to get some space, she ran towards the stream, but she went at the wrong time. She never went home, alive at least, again.

Additional Information:

--Submission by @jackisbored​ great! More gal

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Dark Forest Resident: Pitchfang

Aliases / Nicknames: Pitch, Badger-Cat

Gender: tom

Sexuality: bisexual, aromantic

Family: unnamed mother, unnamed father

Other Relations: Sootfang, unnamed apprentice

Clan: Shadowclan

Rank: deputy

Characteristics: kills warriors of Clans threatening his own, brings bodies near their camps

Number of Victims: 3

Number of Murders: 3

Murder Method: snapping necks

Known Victims: Gingerwhisker, Shellfrost, Elmbreeze

Cause of Death: fall, blunt force trauma, killed by Cedarnose

Cautionary Tale: ??

Story: 

He was a Half-Clan kit, which of course put some contempt onto his existence. His mother got together with a loner, and didn’t bother hiding it. She was the kind that was unapologetic about that kind of stuff. It was her own life, and that. What would the leader do? Throw out a perfectly good warrior carrying a future perfectly good warrior?

In spite of the stares and comments, most didn’t take their dislike of the situation over the kit. There were even a few of the warriors that chose to play with him out of sympathy, or perhaps wanting to show their Clanmates that he was just like the rest of them.

Pitchkit felt cared for enough to love his Clan, and rejected enough to feel a need to prove himself more than the other kits.

Sootfang, one of the warriors who often played with him, and who became his mentor. He supported Pitchpaw’s resolve to work as hard as he could, reminding him every now and again to take a break.

Pitchpaw was about to change the elder’s bedding when he overhead them discussing him, saying how with his loner blood, he would run away at the first sign of danger, among other heartbreaking things.

He ran off into the woods until his legs were too tired to move anymore. Sootfang caught up with him, leading to a long, heart-to-heart. Sootfang revealed that he, too, was Half-Clan. In fact, hardly Clan at all, according to what they said when he was Pitchpaw’s age. His mother was a loner who became sick while expectant with him, and sought out the Clan’s aid. She died shortly after he was born, and the Clan took him in.

Pitchpaw had been shocked, and part of him felt broken to now the Clan he loved could be so cruel to those who were different. The other part felt warm and comforted, knowing he wasn’t alone and that there were those that did love him in spite of knowing his origin.

In addition, Sootfang was now one of the most respected cats in the Clan because of how hard he worked and trained. Pitchpaw’s resolve returned. He would do it too.

And he was rewarded. He became respected, admired, deputy.

The bitter hurt of early rejection was forever present, but distant now, as though it had happened to someone else. He truly did love his Clan, every warrior and every piece of territory it protected. He was reasonably angry when Riverclan threatened war. 

They were in a drought and needed more territory for food, but the territory they wanted was home to medicine Shadowclan needed, with five of its warriors sick.

Shadowclan could not afford a battle right now. It was stretching itself weak as it was, with warriors needing to go out, in, and right back out on patrols. Everyone was either too sick or too tired. There was no way the battle could not result in serious injury, possibly even death.

They needed to be scared off, but how?

The first time wasn’t calculated, a slip of anger. A Riverclan warrior was taunting him and his patrol. They got into a fight with one of his younger warriors. He was hurting them. In an attempt to separate them, Pitchfang had accidently snapped the Riverclanner’s neck.

The patrol was in panic, but Pitchfang felt oddly calm. He stared at the body as solutions fit together in his mind like a puzzle, becoming clearer and clearer.

He made the patrol calm down. Then he ordered them to help him carry the body. They weren’t exactly eager to do so, but Pitchfang managed to convince them. 

Riverclan needed to now what Shadowclan was capable of. Anyone could kill a lone warrior at the border. Only a truly dangerous warrior could bring the body right to its camp!

The warriors still weren’t eager, but Pitchfang made a good case. They couldn’t revive the dead, the least they could do was make sure his death was not in vain, and that no one else would have to die in the Riverclan-Shadowclan feud. 

Even though he expected it, Pitchfang couldn’t help but feel surprised that it had worked. Riverclan had suddenly stopped their threats, even patrolling the Shadowclan border.

The cats kept quiet. No one else knew why Riverclan stopped their threats, but they wouldn’t question it.

One of the warriors, Cedarnose came close to caving in after the next gathering, where Riverclan announced the cat, Shellfrost, would be greatly missed by his friends and family. It made it too real for them, to know that the cat they dragged was someone who would be missed.

Pitchfang made him ponder what was worse, someone you don’t know dying and knowing their family, who you also don’t know or see, are mourning, or have your own beloved Clanmates die and have the Clanmates you do know and care about mourn? 

It had to be done.

It would be done again.

Twice again, he killed warriors who wandered alone by the borders. Elmbreeze, who was one of many Thunderclan perpetrators stealing prey from Shadowclan during leaf-bare, passing the strip of land that belonged to Skyclan. And Gingerwhisker of said Skyclan, who was padding too close for comfort to the border.

It was the third one that was the final straw for Cedarnose. Maybe Elmbreeze and Shellfrost’s deaths could be justified-- although he still felt guilty for both-- but Gingerwhisker hadn’t even passed the border!

Pitchfang was more than enraged when Cedarnose told him that he would tell everyone. He chased him through the trees, zigzagging, running into unfamiliar territory, passing dense bush, and down a steep fall.

Additional Information:

--Cedarnose deliberately lead him to the cliff, turning sometime in the bushes.

--Although cats don’t exactly have fall damage, the fall itself had a bunch of jagged rocks on the way down.

--Cat maker: https://meiker.io/play/14330/online.html

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Dark Forest Resident: Bursnout

Aliases / Nicknames: Obsessor, Creep

Gender: tom

Sexuality: heterosexual

Family: unnamed mother, unnamed father, two unnamed brothers

Other Relations: unnamed mentor, three unnamed apprentices

Clan: Riverclan

Rank: warrior

Characteristics: kills other toms so that his crush would go to him

Number of Victims: 11

Number of Murders: 11

Murder Method: slitting throats

Known Victims: Shellfrost, Finclaw, Pounceripple, eleven unnamed warriors

Victim Profile: toms in his Clan, silver toms

Cause of Death: killed by Dapplesnow

Cautionary Tale: accept it when someone doesn’t want to be with you

Story:

His parents told them many stories, one of which including how they met. They described how his mother didn’t like his father at first, but he fought! And he got the she-cat!

Bursnout would fight, too.

He never really fell for anyone, not deeply anyway, until he was middle-aged. Then came Dapplesnow, a jaw-dropping, beautiful she-cat and former loner who had recently joined their Clan. 

Bursnout had befriended her, making her feel welcome, but she would only ever see him as a good friend. Instead of him, she fell for Shellfrost. 

Thankfully, the relationship didn’t last long, but again instead of him, Dapplesnow would move on and become mates with Finclaw. 

Bursnout started to get an idea. She moved on to another tom, but what if there were no one else to move on to but Bursnout? Than they would have to become mates!

The idea felt far-fetched, even laughable, but when his brother passed mateless and kitless, Bursnout knew that he did not want to end up the same way.

Finclaw was out first, then Pounceripple, who Dapplesnow seemed to be eyeing. He realized that there was a pattern. She fell for silver toms. He was silver! Sort of. Perhaps he didn’t have to kill many, just anyone else who had silver on them!

But even then, she wouldn’t go for him!

He tried, too, spending more time with her, but in his desperation, he became pushy. He made too many jokes trying to make her laugh, brought her prey even while she was full or already eating, and took apart her nest without her permission so that he could replace it with better moss.

He even tried the obvious, and asked her to become mates. But looking awkward, she refused.

Refused! Him? Yet she got together with idiots like Finclaw?

He wasn’t mad! He wasn’t! They were making her fall for them, blinding her to all their faults. He would clear the way, and she would finally see him as the perfect mate that he was.

His determination over-road his guilt when the Clan had to search for loners and kittypets willing to join the Clan after so many toms had died. 

He was so close! He took another chance, asking Dapplesnow to take a walk with him. She seemed stiff, but agreed. There, he asked her again. Again, she refused. He tried to make her see, tried to make her understand that he loved her more than anyone else could.

Which meant he confessed.

He didn’t expect Dapplesnow to be as furious as she was. As he bled out into the frosted ground, she bitterly explained that he would have never become her mate anyway-- she was already expecting kits.

Additional Information:

--Dapplesnow thought he was a good friend until he started getting weird, and it scared her.

--She didn’t see him as a prospect because 1) he just wasn’t her type and 2) he was older (not creepily so, just enough to not really let her see him as a prospect).