#shrubkit

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Too Young To Know? (short story)

“Kit,” Floodleopard began, but the little black tom was too busy watching the undergrowth, searching for any sign of his parents returning to hear her. “Little one,” she said a bit louder, “what is your name?”

The kit had only been found a short while ago, by kits Floodleopard had only recently adopted. He had been all alone and hungry, claiming that his parents would be back soon. But when asked how long they had been gone, the answer made Floodleopard’s blood boil.

Three days.

He was not a blessed kit. His ribs were sharp against his skin, there were too many gaps between his rigged teeth, and one ear was bent oddly. Kits could survive here without food, but in order to grow properly and have a chance of becoming a healthy adult, they had to eat regularly. This little one had not eaten in three days at least. 

The kit flicked his ears back to listen to her, but kept his eyes fixed. “I don’t have one,” he answered.

“Don’t have one?”

He shrugged. “Mamma said it wasn’t time yet. But I’m patient!”

Floodleopard frowned. “You really don’t have one?”

The kit nodded, white-marked tail flicking. “My sisters do. I guess it was their time first. Maybe I was born last.”

Maybe they didn’t think so many weak kits were worth the trouble. Floodleopard didn’t dare say the thought out loud. There were dozens of possibilities she wasn’t seeing, but as far as it seemed to her, his parents weren’t expecting kits. When they came out unblessed and more difficult to care for, they decided to leave the weakest of the litter behind without so much as giving him a name, promising to come back so that he doesn’t follow.

She dug her claws into the ground. Fury burned with a fire so strong her bones were seconds from turning into ash. When she spoke, though, her voice remained soft–if you didn’t count her tense jaws. “I think you’ve been patient enough. Can I give you a name?”

The kit looked over his shoulder at her, seemingly intrigued but apprehensive. “My mamma’s supposed to name me.”

Your mom’s not coming back. “Can I give you a name for now? Just to make talking easier, and then she can change it if she wants.”

“Okay!” 

“How about….Blackthornkit?”

“Woah, that’s long!” Blackthornkit gaped at her. “It’s three names!”

“I think you’ve earned all of them,” Floodleopard told him. 

“I hope–” Blackthornkit broke off in a massive yawn,  “--I get to keep them,” he mumbled.

Floodleopard gestured for him to join her. “Rest, dear. I’ll wake you if your parents come.” Blackthornkit hesitated, watching the bushes for a few moments longer before slowly padding to a comfortable spot between Floodleopard’s back legs, his body curled beneath her chin. 

Floodleopard shut her eyes tightly, hoping to reel in the anger and sadness swirling inside of her. She looked down at Blackthornkit, then at Fringekit and Shrubkit, who were kicking a dried leaf into the air and leaping to catch it, while their littermate, Peckkit, watched, and Slugkit batted at his tail. 

She didn’t like lying to these kits, her kits now. But should she tell them the truth now, while they were still so young? Should she tell Blackthornkit that his parents left him to die? Tell Fringekit, Shrubkit, and Peckkit that their father had tried to drown them?

Her first instinct was to not tell them anything, to protect them from every sharp thorn or claw that the world threatened them with and have them grow up unaware–not needing to be aware–of the world’s dangers and heartaches. But if she didn’t tell them….How long would Blackthornkit wait for? Would it hurt to tell him now, or to wait until he gradually forgets? Or gives up hope.

Too, Floodleopard knew that protecting them from dangers was in itself a dangerous game. These kits had to know how to survive, that sometimes even the adults you trust will try to hurt you. 

But will they not trust me anymore?

Was that why Floodleopard didn’t want to tell them?

Fringekit, Shrubkit, and Peckkit at least knew that their father ‘did something bad,’ but Floodleopard wasn’t sure if they knew exactly what that meant. They accepted that she was their sole parent now, but did they understand?

Floodleopard also considered how she had felt when she learned of her mother’s betrayal. She had been an adult when she found out that her mother had cheated on her mate, who turned out not to be Floodleopard’s true father. She had been so furious, so enraged that she had been lied to all her life. 

Was that what she was leading her kits to if she continued to keep the truth from them?

Were they too young to know the truth just yet?

A frustrated growl almost rose in Floodleopard’s throat, but a tiny squeak cut it off. She held her breath, and listened as Blackthornkit’s snoring began, little squeaks emitting rhythmically from his peaceful form. Floodleopard let his high-pitched song soothe her, and when Slugkit, Peckkit, Fringekit, and Shrubkit finished their games to nap close and safe beside Floodleopard’s belly, she let it lull her to sleep.

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Story might seem a bit wonky, I got tired at a couple points and took a break.

[plushieclan]

Moon 15 Gathering

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“Here’s the plan,”

Tigerpelt and Shimmersky were huddled outside of Four Corners, away from everyone else. Shimmersky couldn’t risk someone overhearing.

“I’m going to lure Nightflower into the woods. You need to let every one of our clanmates know… discretely.” Shimmersky finished.

Tigerpelt looked nervous. “But… we’ll be putting Nightflower in danger if one of those patrol members were the spy.”

Shimmersky sighed. “I know, but we need to rule them out. If nobody goes to go attack Nightflower, then we know it’s not one of the patrol members.”

“What if… someone goes to meet her instead of killing her?” Tigerpelt said, vocalizing something that Shimmersky didn’t want to think about.

“Then…” she trailed off. “We have to consider that Nightflower was the spy.”

“But she’s the prophecy cat!”

“All the more reason to work with Redstar to secure her safety.” Shimmersky muttered. “Dozens to spare one.”

Tigerpelt didn’t respond.

“We’ll do it after the announcements. Come on, the Gathering is starting.”

With that, the two cats returned to the Gathering.

—

Badgerstar started the Gathering this moon.

“We have had a very eventful moon.” he started. “There are five new kits in the clan. Treeclan welcomes Starlingkit, Forestkit, and Sandykit of Lynxclaw, and Berrykit and Shrubkit of Gustfog.”

Treeclan usually announced the parentage of kits, she had come to notice. They had a large emphasis on bloodline, so that came as no surprise. Her friend Lynxclaw’s kits were not given the same cheering as Gustfog’s, she noticed. Gustfog was a cat with a higher viewed lineage.

“Though unfortunately, an outbreak of yellowcough has claimed four of our warriors. We honor Alderhoney, Shinewhisker, Stonepelt, and my daughter, Brokenpad.” he dipped his head down.

That was all he had. Next, Finchstar had his announcements. Shimmersky noticed that he also had a saddened look on his face. Likely, one of his children also died.

“We have two new warriors, Guppytail and Lavenderpelt.” he started. He paused to allow the clans to cheer their names.

“And, four new kits. All healthy.” Finchstar continued. “But unfortunately, one of our own has died. My son, Topclash… he will be remembered.”

He bowed his head down. So did the new warriors Guppytail and Lavenderpelt— they were Topclash’s children, Shimmersky reasoned.

Finchstar stepped back, and Redstar replaced him.

Shimmersky could see it in his eyes— there was a sense of humor twinkling in those serene pools of red. He was laughing to himself about something, she realized. But what?

“We have had a good moon. Nothing new to report specifically, though our kits are growing well. The queens have… bitten off more than they can chew, in my opinion.”

With that, he audibly chuckled to himself. He looked back at Darkstar. “Your turn now.”, his eyes seemed to say.

Darkstar took his place at the front.

“We have one new kit.” he said, “and our clan is thriving!”

That was all he had to say.

As he stepped back, Redstar whispered something in to Darkstar’s ear. Darkstar’s face went cold, and his eyes widened to show the whites. Shimmersky could figure what he said.

“Congrats on the new kit.”

Her claws dug into the ground. That lake-damned monster!

However, that didn’t narrow anything down. Everyone in the clan knew about Ravenkit’s miraculous rebirth. She just hoped that Redstar wouldn’t attack the clan to get to her.

—

It was strange, meeting with her other-clanned friends. Lynxclaw was nowhere to be found (due to giving birth, of course). Without her, it felt a bit odd. Firefall was very happy about her new siblings, though. Apparently the four kits announced were Rainleaf and Bloomfur’s. The two had found a donor outside of the clan. Shimmersky noticed that they were mostly given names associated with the forest. Branchkit, Twigkit, Mossykit… she wouldn’t say it, but she suspected that the donor was from Treeclan.

Shimmersky turned to Nightflower.

“Hey, do you think you could meet me outside of Four Corners? It’s important.”

Nightflower seemed surprised. “Oh, alright. Sure.”

“Just wait for me to go see Gingerclaw really quick, ok?” Shimmersky added.

Nightflower’s face immediately turned sour.

“No, no, no. You always take forever when you do that!” she said indignantly.

“You have to go wait out there for me now. I promise I’ll only take a bit!”

Shimmersky batted her lashes in an innocent manner.

Nightflower sighed. “Fine… I guess.”

With that, she turned and left the building, slipping through one of the rotted planks on the wall.

Shimmersky waited a moment, before stalking after her. She flicked her tail as she passed Tigerpelt. He nodded in response.

—

“Huh, I just watched Nightflower leave! How weird! I wonder what she’s doing?” Tigerpelt mused loudly.

“This is the fourth time you’ve said that, Tigerpelt. I think everyone in the clan knows already. N-not to be mean, of course.” Sandstone said, looking awkward.

Tigerpelt shrugged. “Ok, good.”

He didn’t bother to stick around, leaving Sandstone behind where he stood. Off to find someone else!

He saw his mother speaking with Gingerclaw. They were off to the side, so they were probably the only ones who hadn’t heard.

Well, besides Mudfoot and Darkstar, since he hadn’t talked to them. But he didn’t need to worry about them being the spy.

He bounded towards Leopardcloud and Lionmane.

“—I understand if you want nothing to do with us.” Leopardcloud looked down. “But… I figured… it was time for you to know. You deserved that much, Ginger.”

He stopped in his tracks. He… probably shouldn’t be hearing this. But he couldn’t look away.

Gingerclaw looked conflicted as he stared at the ground.

“I’ve… always wondered about my parentage, to be honest. I guess… I had my suspicions, but I figured it couldn’t be too easy.” he looked up at Leopardcloud. “I won’t fault you for not being there was I was younger. It wasn’t your choice. But… I want you to be my parent now. Can you do that?”

Leopardcloud nodded. “Of course, Ginger.”

“Shimmersky and I are planning on having kits soon. We’ve already started plotting our spot in the nursery. I want you to be there as a grandmother to our kits. Lionmane too. Shimmersky doesn’t really have parents… so you being there would be really helpful for us.” Gingerclaw explained.

“Of course. We’ll help you every step of the way.” Leopardcloud licked the top of Gingerclaw’s head. “Now, we just need to let your younger siblings know.”

“No need to tell me.” Tigerpelt finally said. “I— uh, heard it.”

Leopardcloud smiled to her younger son. “Tigerpelt. I hope this didn’t come as too much of a surprise.”

Tigerpelt was a bit uncomfortable. “I guess… I knew we had other siblings, but I didn’t expect Gingerclaw to be one of them.”

Leopardcloud looked down. “Yes… I suppose you wouldn’t have. I’m sorry for… keeping this from all of you for so long.”

Tigerpelt looked at his friend— no, his brother— who still looked sad.

“It doesn’t matter what happened in the past.” Gingerclaw said. “What matters now is what we do going forward. I may not have known you as my mother or you as my brother… but, my future kits won’t have to live a life where they didn’t know that. They’ll just grow up with a grandma and grandpa and many aunts and uncles.”

Tigerpelt nodded. “I think I’d be a cool uncle.”

Leopardcloud mrrped with laughter. “I’m sure you will be.”

—

Shimmersky had followed Nightflower through the brush, careful to stay hidden. Her dappled pelt was good for camouflage— it looked like pinpricks of moonlight on the foliage.

Now, Nightflower merely waited in a clearing, her displeasure evident on her face. Nightflower, who never complained much and would do anything for her friends, would sit in the darkness away from everyone, alone.

Unaware of the trap she was caught in.

It wasn’t long before rustling sounded ahead of Nightflower. Shimmersky unsheathed her claws and prepared to attack… either the assailant, or Nightflower… if it came to that.

But Shimmersky did not expect who came out of the brush.

In the night, the cat looked almost a bright yellow… glowing with the light of the full moon.

“Hey… are you ok?”

Nightflower noticed the interloper immediately.

“Sandstone? You followed me?”

Sandstone smiled.

“Yeah. I think Tigerpelt wanted me to follow you. Are you alright?”

Nightflower looked at the ground, then at her visitor.

“Shimmersky asked me to meet her here, but then she went off to go talk with Gingerclaw. So I’ve just been sitting out on this cold night alone in the dark— oh Sandstone, what am I even doing?”

Tears dripped down her face as she spoke, pain clearly visible even to Shimmersky.

Shimmersky felt a pang of regret.

Sandstone dipped down and nuzzled her reassuringly.

“I’m sorry, Nightflower. I’m here now.”

She didn’t speak for a bit, just standing in his warmth.

“Hey, Sandstone?”

“Mhm?” he hummed in acknowledgment.

“Do you want to be mates?”

He was quiet for a moment.

“I would like nothing more.” he finally said.

Shimmersky herself was almost on the verge of tears. What was she thinking? Doubting her own best friend… putting her in mortal danger? She… had to fix this.

She stepped out of her hiding spot. “N-Nightflower, I’m here. Sorry… for making you wait.”

Nightflower and Sandstone jumped a bit. He took a step away from her, though he weaved his tail around hers.

Nightflower looked at her friend. “Shimmersky, why did you ask me to come out here?”

“Well…” Shimmersky took a breath. “There’s a spy somewhere in our clan.”

Sandstone’s fur bristled. “A what?!” he looked at Nightflower, who looked calm.

“I knew it…” Nightflower said. “You’d been acting weird. So someone is a spy?”

Shimmersky nodded. “I don’t know who it is… but I know it’s not you or Sandstone. I want to keep you safe, Nightflower. Please tell me how.”

Nightflower looked down. “Who are you planning this with?”

“Tigerpelt and Mudfoot.” she responded.

Nightflower looked at Sandstone, who nodded.

“We need to test them. Let’s start with Tigerpelt.” Nightflower started. “Something harmless, but would definitively prove that Tigerpelt isn’t the spy. We’ll have to separate him from Mudfoot so that they don’t talk to each other.”

“Mudfoot and Rainfeather go out to collect herbs before sunhigh every day.” Sandstone said. “Maybe Shimmersky could lead a patrol with Tigerpelt at that time?”

Shimmersky’s eyes sparkled. “I have an idea.”

“Let’s hear it.” Nightflower said.

“The day half moon, I’ll say that I’ll be leading a border patrol to Swampclan. When Mudfoot and Rainfeather are searching for herbs, I’ll tell everyone still in the camp that the patrol will be at the Treeclan border instead. One of us will watch Mudfoot and see if Tigerpelt tries to tell her, just in case. But we won’t follow Tigerpelt until the patrol. We’ll go to the Swampclan border anyways, and if Redstar has a patrol to meet us… we’ll know the truth or not.”

Sandstone looks conflicted. “How will we know that Redstar will send a patrol to meet us?”

Shimmersky tapped her forehead with her claw.

“Simple. Redstar wants one thing above all else— control. He wants us to believe that he’s omnipotent. That’s why there’s always a Swampclan patrol when we go to that border. He wants to control the narrative. So yes, there will be a patrol there… as long as he knows we’ll be there.”

Nightflower nodded. “Let’s do it.”

Shimmersky looked at her friends. Part of loving someone is trusting yourself to be vulnerable with them. And while Shimmersky struggled with that, she knew that if she ever wanted to make it in this world… she had to trust someone. So in that moment… Shimmersky decided.

She would put her trust in Nightflower, as she put her trust in Gingerclaw. She would trust Sandstone. She would trust her friends.

[phloxclan]

Moon 42

Dogpaw earns the warrior name Dogblossom.

Thistlefreckle died from the infection. - My plan for the comic was to push this back to give him more time as a warrior :(

Aspenswipe, Springsprout, and Mottledleaf recovered.

Halfpaw and Laurelfern have greencough, and Fennelspeckle's leg was injured in a twoleg trap.

Fuzzybush was spotted by the Starlingclan border, looking for a specific cat.

Bouncekit takes a nap with Grovekit after a long day of playing moss-ball.

iPod had 3 kits! Canopykit - Yellow tabby molly with heather blue eyes, sweet, active imagination Jumblekit - Yellow marbled tom with gold eyes, troublesome, oddly observant Second Generation iPod - Yellow tabby tom with bronze eyes and long fur, bullying, picky nest builder

Moon 43

Halfpaw recovers from greencough and is given her warrior name - Halfsnap.

Laurelfern does not recover from greencough and dies. Umberstar becomes angry and withdrawn, unable to cope with the loss of another of her kits.

Branchwillow's kits are apprenticed. Gullpaw - Yellowtalon, Flaxpaw - Bluebriar, Starlingpaw - Halfsnap. Bouncepaw, despite her bloodthirsty nature, chooses to heal instead and is apprenticed to Springsprout.

Peatwish is expecting kits!

Starlingpaw has a migraine and Gullpaw spends time with her.

Sloemallow hasn't been doing his exercise, and his leg has healed but is weaker than his others.

Canopykit and Shrubkit want to snuggle with Sloemallow.

Dogblossom's tail is mangled by a wolverine.

Moon 44

Pantherpaw earns the warrior name Pantherrise.

Grovepaw is apprenticed to Sloemallow, Windpaw to Fiercefern.

Yellowtalon saved Mottledleaf from a fox but was injured.

Dogblossom's tail is infected.

Fleckkit fell into a river and was rescued by Bluebriar.

Sprites:

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[torrentclan-clangen-story]

Updated sprites (Moon 6)

Hemlockmoss

Hollyeye

Laurelsnow

Tinypaw

Shorekit

Shrubkit

Muddykit

Lavenderkit

Ashkit

[leafpool-loves-ashfur]

Speedrunning 100 moons in ClanGen

just a lil info dump of all the SpeedrunClan stuff in the video posted above.

SpeedrunClan - Moon 100

Leader: Pondstar (8/9) Deputy: Spottedember Medicine Cats: Honeyfade, Aphidtooth Warriors: Sapdapple, Mapleback, Mottledrump, Tornhawk, Conefern, Nightingalegaze, Squirrelnut, Hopestem, Skipnight, Buzzardhusk Elders: Primfoot, Burger

information on the cats copy-pasted below:

First off, our leader, Pondstar. Yep! She’s still alive, after everything, and she only lost ONE LIFE to a dog attack! She’s now 142 moons old, the oldest in the clan! Her traits are playful and learner of lore, but generally I think she’s become a rather bitter and masochistic cat, with a very snobby attitude towards the other clans, considering she has ordered the deaths of AntClan kits before and has been seen taunting the other clans. Her mate was Lavenderripple, the medicine cat, and they had 8 kits over the course of 3 litters: Duckkit, Oakclash, Wildsilk, Honeyfade, Stumpmoss, Timberminnow, Squirrelnut, and Bluestripe. She mentored 4 cats, her own kid Stumpmoss, Sunnysight, Carpclaw, and Nightinggalegaze. She appointed her mate’s ex’s affair partner, Rootshade, as deputy, which was either a power play or she didn’t care about the fact Prim and Root cheated on their partners.

Next is our deputy, Spottedember! Spottedember was born to Faith the loner alongside Frondspirit and Hatchfreckle. But their young 16 moon old mother was, presumably, murdered by Primfoot and Rootshade so that the couple could raise Spottedember and her siblings as their own. Her other adoptive siblings are Aphidtooth, Crocusfur, Rainbowkit, Swiftpaw, and also Timberminnow. Timberminnow considers Primfoot her mother, despite her having cheated on her father, Lavenderripple, so Timber classifies as Spottedember’s adoptive sister. Spottedember was born a tom, but came out as a she-cat during her apprenticeship. She was mentored by Carpclaw, and mentored Skipnight. Her current traits are childish, lore keeper, and good climber, and she was influenced by Carpclaw to defend her beliefs, socialize less, remember history, and she was honored for her determination. She graduated late at 14 moons at Moon 76, and is currently 38 moons old, and mates with Squirrelnut and Hopestem. The scar on her side is from a battle with a Rat King.

Honeyfade is our senior medicine cat! Honeyfade is from Pondstar and Lavenderripple’s first litter, so her littermates are Duckkit, Oakclash, Wildsilk, and Stumpmoss, and her younger siblings are Timberminnow, Squirrelnut, and Bluestripe. She is currently 87 moons old, and graduated late at 16 moons old on Moon 29. Her traits are ambitious and beloved kitsitter. She was mentored by her father, Lavenderripple, and, despite Lavender having a more stoic personality, became more social yet a big rule-follower who doesn’t want to break the status quo. She was honored for her bravery, and she mentored almost every following medicine cat after her: Guppykick, Bumbleslip, Aphidtooth, Almondblossom, Swiftpaw, and Olivefur. She was mates with Snailbeak, but he died and Honeyfade didn’t get into another relationship for a long time, despite many cats crushing on her, like Tornhawk. Eventually, she developed feelings for Sapdapple and became mates with her. Before that, strangely, she had a litter with a parent from another clan, consisting of Almondblossom, Shrubkit, and Chivekit. Seems being a medicine cat must run in the family! She’s very amicable, holding many strong friendships, and the only cat she ever hated is, apparently, Tricklestalk, with a strong passion, for some reason. Perhaps he wasn’t as good a mediator as we think… She also has chronic joint pain, a permanent condition.

Aphidtooth is our second surviving medicine cat. She was born to the loner Shining alongside her littermates Rainbowkit and Crocusfur, and was the first litter to be stolen by Primfoot and Rootshade. She was much closer to Rootshade than Primfoot. Her older adoptive sibling is Timberminnow through Primfoot, and her younger adoptive siblings are Spottedember, Frondspirit, Hatchfreckle, and Swiftpaw. Her traits are confident and eloquent speaker, and she is currently 45 moons, and graduated late at 17 moons on Moon 72. She was mentored by Honeyfade, who influenced her to avoid violence but be better at arguing. She was honored for her initiative. She mentored Beetlepaw, who died. The only cat she ever had a crush on was Sunnysight, and, it seems this isn’t an unpopular opinion, as a lot of cats seem to have crushes on Sunnysight, including Tornhawk and Conefern later.

Sapdapple is our senior warrior at 105 moons old. She has been a kit from the very, very start, and she and Pondstar are the only two founders still alive. Her traits are troublesome, unnatural senses, and good storyteller, and she was mentored by former deputy Ashskip, who influenced her to calm others down and follow the rules more, as well as notice little details. She became a warrior early at 11 moons on Moon 6 and was honored for her flexibility. She was previously mates with Strawspeckle and then Mottledrump before she was captured by Twolegs, and had a litter with Mottledrump consisting of Stagblur, Rindlefreckle, Bumbleslip, and Cedarpaw. She eventually returned to the clan, and would earn two scars, one before her capture and one after: a cheek scar from a fight and half her tail cut off from a falling tree. She mentored Tornhawk. Over all, she seems like she stuck to her troublemaking roots and has always been outgoing, yet oddly level-headed.

Mapleback was formerly a NimbleClan warrior, having abandoned her old clan over a transgression. She joined at 39 moons old and is now 96 moons old. Her traits are righteous and fast runner. She earned a scar on her neck from a snake bite she survived—I think that’s pretty hardcore of her. She mentored Hushfade, and influenced him to be more cold towards others, follow the rules, and be resilient. I imagine she was a pretty strict mentor. She was mates with Wildsilk before his death, but did not appear to have a close attachment to him as she didn’t have a strong reaction to his murder, nor the fact that he had kits with another cat while they were together. She went on to have a litter alone, consisting of Pansypaw, Beetlepaw, and Buzzardhusk. She isn’t overly close to Buzzardhusk, but seems to care for him, though he does appear to be her least favorite kit. Perhaps her more cold nature is why she left NimbleClan.

Mottledrump is from the litter I told you not to get attached to. Well, I lied! He’s a proud warrior, now 93 moons old. He’s the son of Fluff and Springclaw, and his littermates are Gardeniapaw and Auburnkit, and his younger siblings are Snailbeak, Tornhawk, Forestfur, Whiskerrapid, Conefern, Spikepelt, Thriftroach, and Boarsplash. He has the cold trait, which I think he gained from his littermates’ young deaths, but he’s also an incredible runner and a great teacher, which shows as he’s had 4 apprentices, including 2 of his younger siblings: Snailbeak, Conefern, Graymeadow, and Buzzardhusk. He was mentored by his mother, Springclaw, who influenced Mottledrump into making more impulsive decisions. Mottledrump was honored for his caution when he graduated at 13 moons old on Moon 20. He was mates with Strawspeckle and Sapdapple, but after Straw’s death and Sap going missing, he remained single for a long time, until he and Oakclash caught feelings and became mates, though Oakclash would die as well. Also important to note that Oakclash was also mates with Mottledrump’s sister, Tornhawk, at the same time. With Sapdapple, he had 4 kits: Stagblur, Rindlefreckle, Bumbleslip, and Cedarpaw. Curiously, when Sapdapple returned from being lost, she and Mottledrump did not get back together, despite them both being single at the time. It seemed their feelings had mutually faded.

And now it is time for Tornhawk! Oh gosh, Tornhawk, where do we even start? Tornhawk is from Fluff and Springclaw’s second litter, so her older siblings are Mottledrump, Gardeniapaw, and Auburnkit, her littermates are Snailbeak, Forestfur, and Whiskerrapid, and her younger siblings are Conefern, Spikepelt, Thriftroach, and Boarsplash. She is currently 83 moons old. Her traits are nervous, very clever, and good storyteller. Sapdapple was her mentor, who influenced her to step out of her comfort zone and make her own rules, which I think Tornhawk took a little too much to heart. Despite being honored for her forethought, I don’t think Tornhawk actually has much of it. She graduated at the usual 12 moons on Moon 29. The moon before that, Tornhawk suffered from frostbite in the cold, and it hit her ears and nose, destroying their nerves. She can still hear, but her ears are both sensitive and lack feeling, and she can’t smell properly. Through her time spent healing, she bonded with Guppykick the medicine cat apprentice, and they would become mates. Despite this, I can’t help but wonder if Tornhawk’s eyes were truly just for Guppykick, or if Tornhawk actually only got close to Guppykick to be closer to Honeyfade, Guppykick’s mentor. Because it seems like Tornhawk holds a lot more romantic and platonic love for Honeyfade than for Guppykick. I think Tornhawk developed a lot of admiration and respect for Honeyfade while she was treating Tornhawk, which over time would grow into something like an obsession. Her relationship with Guppykick seemed to thin off as she neglected giving attention to her mate, and, Tornhawk proceeded to get pregnant with another tom’s kits—Wildsilk. Not only was Tornhawk mates with Guppykick, but Wildsilk was also mates with Mapleback, yet neither of them seemed to actually hold any feelings for the other, seeing as Tornhawk doesn’t blink when Wildsilk is murdered. I think Guppykick breaks up with Tornhawk around this time, which Tornhawk seems to see as a chance to confess to Honeyfade, while she’s still pregnant. Honeyfade rejects her, and Tornhawk gives birth to 2 kits: Carpclaw and Hushfade (and it’s not lost on me that Honeyfade and Hushfade’s names are so similar… perhaps Tornhawk requested Hushfade’s suffix). In game, Tornhawk would confess and get rejected by Honeyfade again, but I think Tornhawk does this a lot, and Honeyfade always just tries to politely reject her. Meanwhile, because Tornhawk’s love life is a literal shit show, she becomes mates with Oakclash, but then she has another litter, this time being sired by a cat from outside the clans, instead of her mate again

. 3 kits: Fruitstripe, Fadedpaw (again, with the Fade-thing?), and Agavepaw. As of right now, Tornhawk is single and way too fucking ready to mingle. Her obsession with Honeyfade is reaching Ashfur-levels, you guys. Honeyfade also holds a small amount of dislike for Tornhawk, and very little like, and this is saying something because Honeyfade holds a lot of love for nearly all of her other clanmates. Aside from that, Tornhawk mentored Downseeker and Fadedpaw, and she influenced them to be more likely to bicker. I can see why. She also lost her tail to a fox. (I think she might be taking after her mother, Springclaw, who murdered Wildsilk for literally no reason…)

Moving on, Conefern is our next warrior. He is from Fluff and Springclaw’s fourth litter, meaning his older siblings are—here we go again—Gardeniapaw, Auburnkit, Mottledrump, Snailbeak, Tornhawk, Forestfur, Whiskerrapid, and his littermates are Spikepelt and Thriftroach, and Boarsplash is his younger brother. Conefern is a very simple and easy warrior, thank StarClan, after the absurdity that is Tornhawk. Conefern is 67 moons old currently, and his traits are troublesome, very clever, and good mediator. He was mentored by his older brother Mottledrump, who influenced him to be more likely to bend the rules, and use violence over words, yet also helped him become better at solving problems—okay, I guess if your problem is murdering kits and the answer is yes… But, he became a warrior at 12 moons old on Moon 45, and was honored for his wit. Keeping with apparent tradition, he mentored his younger brother, Boarsplash, after his previous mentor Thriftroach died. He was mates with Sunnysight before her death. I wonder if Conefern is perhaps infertile or similar, as Sunnysight had kits with Mistpelt, but there doesn’t seem to be any hard feelings, and Conefern calls the kits his own. It was a litter of 4, consisting of Mottlestripe (named after his big bro, perhaps?), Skipnight, Honeycomb, and Hopestem. He seems to be a good dad, having strong relationships with his kits.

Beloved Nightingalegaze is the child of Perchroar, with deceased littermates Fringewhisker, Graymeadow, Lowstep, and Downseeker, and younger half-sibling Oliverfur, whose father is Hushfade. Nightingalegaze views Hushfade as their own father too. Nightingalegaze is currently 42 moons old and grew up during a time when wars were rampant. They were mentored by Pondstar, so I imagine the pressure was really on for them to be just as violent and bloodlusty and strong as the rest of the clan. Their traits are adventurous, great climber, and valuable insight, and Pondstar influenced them to break rules that don’t suit them and to be resilient. They were honored for their fearlessness and graduated late at 15 moons on Moon 73—I imagine because Pondstar held high expectations for them. If not for the fact that they haven’t had an apprentice yet, I almost wonder if Pondstar would have made them deputy instead of Spottedember considering their traits about good insight. They were born a tom but came out as nonbinary as a warrior, and they became mates with Timberminnow briefly and had a litter of 3 kits with her: Quiverkit, Moonpaw, and Fuzzkit, all of whom died young, and so did Timberminnow. This likely deeply affected Nightingalegaze, but I imagine they are pushing their emotions away to keep up appearances. Their leg was also just mangled in a Twoleg trap on Moon 100, twisting it, so that’s another thing weighing their mind down. Poor Nightninggalegaze—it really isn’t going great for them.

Squirrelnut is from Pondstar and Lavenderripple’s last litter, their littermate being Bluestripe and their older siblings being Duckkit, Oakclash, Wildsilk, Honeyfade, Stumpmoss, and Timberminnow. She is currently 34 moons old and in a sapphic poly-relationship with Spottedember and Hopestem. Her traits are wise, valuable insight, and good teacher, and she was mentored by Lowstep. She graduated at 13 moons old on Moon 79 and was honored for her understanding. I imagine Squirrelnut is kind of a little silly cat, who likes to crack jokes and poke fun of others lightly, which makes others think she isn’t all that serious or smart, but she really is very wise and knowledgeable. I think Spottedember has grown a little more jaded over time, and I think Squirrelnut is there to try and mellow her out and get her to relax. Squirrelnut I think was also the one to fall for Hopestem and suggest bringing her into the relationship after seeing Spottedember getting flustered by Hopestem’s kindness.

Hopestem is the daughter of Sunnysight and Conefern, with Mistpelt being her biological surrogative father. She resembles Mistpelt a lot though, so I think she tried to have a stronger relationship with Mistpelt before his death. Her siblings are Mottlestripe, Skipnight, and Honeycone. She’s currently 29 moons old, and her traits are charismatic, den builder, and a great mediator. She was mentored by Hushfade, who made her resilient and better at caring for the camp. She graduated at 12 moons on Moon 83 and was honored for her charisma. I think she’s a very kind and genuine soul, caring for even the tiniest things, a stark contrast to the rest of her clan. She also had a childhood crush on Bluestripe, and became mates with him. But, Bluestripe died when their relationship was still young, and Hopestem was devastated. She sought solace in Bluestripe’s sister, Squirrelnut, as they both mourned his death. I think they grew close during this, and Squirrelnut started to fall in love with her shy smiles and bubbly laughter, and how diligently she would care for the camp as though it was a living thing too. I like to think Hopestem had a little crush on Spottedember first, finding how the young and new deputy tried to keep things running smoothly and orderly endearing. She was likely shocked to be asked to be mates with them, perhaps a bit hesitant to rush into anything and ruin their friendship too, but she accepted, knowing that she could learn to love the two romantically. I think she’s often nervous to mess something up though, and often steps over her own paws to try and appease them, but Spottedember and Squirrelnut always reassure her she doesn’t have to be perfect for them. She’s also probably equally as worried as Squirrelnut that Spottedember is stressing out and overworking herself. Aside from her adorable love life, she also briefly mentored Swiftpaw before he became a medicine cat, and I think she took his death hard too.

Skipnight is Hopestem’s sister, so just rinse and repeat what I said earlier: her parents are Sunnysight, Conefern, and Mistpelt, and her littermates are Hopestem, Mottlestripe, and Honeycone. She’s 29 moons old and her traits are nervous but formidable fighter, which I think is an interesting combination. She was mentored by Spottedember, and I think since Spottedember was barely older than her by 9 moons, Spottedember actually struggled a bit with maintaining her authority versus a friendship with Skipnight. They don’t appear to have a strong relationship at all, so I wonder if Spottedember perhaps tried too hard to be a serious mentor. Still, Spottedember influenced Skipnight to break away from the status quo, defend her beliefs, and to be social. She was honored for her insight when she graduated at 12 moons on Moon 83. She was mates with Frondspirit, who died only this past moon on 99. She’s not grieving his loss though, so I think Skipnight mostly just feels… lonely. She doesn’t really seem to have any friends… except for Tornhawk.

Buzzardhawk is our youngest warrior and cat in the clan in general at 17 moons old. He is currently injured too, but so far it is not a permanent scar. Buzzardhawk’s mother is Mapleback, and his littermates were Pansypaw and Beetlepaw. Pansypaw died right before they were supposed to become warriors together, so I think this left him quite shocked, especially since Beetlepaw’s death was probably still raw. His traits are troublesome and incredible runner, and his mentor was Mottledrump, who influenced him to be more cold towards others and use violence over words (...again, Mottledrump, again?). He graduated, alone, at 12 moons on Moon 95, and was honored for his dignity. He then immediately had to mentor an apprentice, Moonpaw, and I imagine he was not quite ready for it at all, still grieving his sister. But I think he tried and, unlike with Spottedember and Skipnight, he and Moonpaw became good friends instead of a more traditional mentor-apprentice relationship. But this only meant that when Moonpaw died suddenly, Buzzardhawk was left hollow and lonely. I think he had kind of shut down at this point, growing jaded, sad, and quiet. He grew up after the wars, but during a time when death was rampant, dragging the clan down from a bustling hive of activity, to a meager sixteen cats. I think death is starting to become numb to him. …After him and Skipnight, this is starting to get very depressing…

Thankfully, Primfoot is next! Ah, good ol’ Primfoot! Primsy, Primsy, Primsy… If we thought Tornhawk was a lot of drama, then she’s got nothing on Primfoot. Prim joined the clan at 61 moons old on Moon 22. ClanGen says that something terrible made her leave her old home behind, and we might not know what that is, but whatever it was, I almost wonder if it was more of Prim’s fault than what she would lead others to believe… Primfoot was almost too quick to join the clan and take a clanname, in my opinion. She is currently 139 moons old, and an elder. Her traits are righteous and unnatural senses, which I think fits her a lot. I think Primfoot is the kind of cat to think she’s never in the wrong, and that everything she does is for the greater good in the end. She currently has a permanent condition of a weak leg, and has had it for 47 moons, which meant she was a warrior for a long time despite her weak leg. She mentored many apprentices, including Forestfur, Timberminnow, Fringewhisker, Agavepaw, and Pansypaw.

It says she encouraged Forestfur to heed their anger and be calm, so I think Primfoot really prided herself and others on being calm, collected, and calculated, and to be proper and mannerly. Which is almost ironic, considering all of the murdering and kidnapping and taunting she does. Let’s start off from when she joined the clan—she pretty quickly became mates with Lavenderripple, I imagine because she was perhaps purposefully getting close to him since he was a medicine cat and therefore in a position of power, and he was easily smitten with her attention, despite already having a mate. Whatever the case, Pondstar had no issue with Lavender dating Primfoot, though Pond and Prim were never in a relationship with each other. Pondstar and Lavenderripple at the time had Timberminnow, and Primfoot was quick to become a parental figure for Timberminnow, which was only more firmly solidified as Timber was given to Prim as an apprentice. Now, a lot of Primfoot’s kits seem to be rather depressed or stressed out in some way, but she also has very strong relationships in game with them, so I get the impression that Primfoot was very much an over-controlling parent but one who gave a lot of overbearing love. Like, smothered her kits in it, but only so she could use it as a threat—if they didn’t do what she wanted, she would stop loving them, and of course they wouldn’t want that. Timberminnow I think was the first and perhaps strongest case of this, as Prim wasn’t even her primary parent at first, but quickly it seems like Timber did everything for Primfoot’s approval. I think this definitely affected Timberminnow later in life, as Timber was often detached from her mates and family, and thought about leaving the clan often. I think Timber was either jealous when Primfoot moved on to her other kits, or that Timber realized Primfoot didn’t really love her in a genuine way, and it depressed her. What a great mom you are, Primfoot. And she’s not a great mate either, as she cheated on Lavenderripple for Rootshade.

I think Primfoot might have genuinely fallen for Rootshade a bit. Rootshade was a very daring and aggressive cat, and just as ambitious as Primfoot. I think Rootshade was persuaded by Primfoot’s businesslike attitude and charming facade, and both of them agreed they wanted to rise to power together and “build a better, stronger clan.” So, Prim cheated on Lavender, and Root cheated on Oakclash. When they got found out, I think Oakclash broke up with Rootshade, but Primfoot made sure she was the one breaking up with Lavenderripple, which probably pissed him off. Either way, Prim and Root were now officially together, and quickly made themselves a power couple, almost flaunting off how in love they were. And I think Primfoot is the one who likes to use kits to gain power. When she raises her kits, she raises them to love and respect and need her and, most importantly, follow her. It gives her power and influence in the clan. But of course she and Rootshade can’t biologically have kits together, and I think neither of them want to be pregnant either, so the next best thing, of course, logically, is to murder some parents and steal their kits! So Prim and Root will go on to murder 3 different loner mothers and take their kittens, resulting in 3 litters raised by the both of them, including: Rainbowkit, Aphidtooth, Crocusfur, Frondspirit, Hatchfreckle, Spottedember, and Swiftpaw. Just like with Timberminnow, I think Primfoot smothered them with love only to take it away when they misbehaved, and she taught them to be very, heh, prim and proper. I think Rootshade might have been a more genuine parent, as I get the vibe that Rootshade almost has the endless energy of a kit—I think Rootshade enjoyed playing with them as kits but would grow less close to them as they grew up as she doesn’t know how to handle their “emotions” like Primfoot does. Now, after Ashskip’s death, Rootshade became deputy, which was pretty surprising considering you’d think Root and Pondstar would have bad blood… But I almost wonder if Primfoot and Pondstar were almost kind of friends? Because of course Primfoot would try to be close to the leader as well, though I think Pondstar was always just too closed off for Primfoot to get too close. I think Pondstar maybe didn’t care too much about the whole relationship drama, and just happened to choose Rootshade. Whatever the case, Primfoot and Rootshade were ecstatic. They were working their way up the ladder! I truly think Primfoot is the one pulling the strings here too. I think SpeedrunClan became a lot more openly aggressive with Rootshade as deputy and Primfoot being almost like a second deputy, and I think Pondstar let it happen and even encouraged it in some aspects. Killing kits became the norm, and war raised an entire generation of young warriors. I think Primfoot retired because she was content where the clan was. It was the way she wanted it. Her mate in power, the clan striving to be in control and powerful and fearless. On the contrary, I think Pondstar is unhappy with how the clan is now, I think she wishes it was back to the days where it was just her and the founders. But I think Primfoot has also been whispering in her ear a little, especially after the death of Lavenderripple. So when Rootshade died, which probably did devastate Primfoot genuinely, Pondstar made Spottedember deputy because Spottedember was Primfoot’s daughter. And I think Primfoot is really putting the pressure on Spottedember to keep the clan powerful and feared, while Spottedember secretly wishes for the opposite… Wow, mom of the year award there, Primfoot. You really are evil. And I think she is going to be very shocked when she dies and wakes up in the Dark Forest.

Woof… All of that… And then… there’s Burger. God, Burger—we fucking hate you Burger. Why are you even here?! Burger refused to join the clan twice because it was too scary. I think Burger doesn’t want to fight or get hurt, which is why she only joined when she was too old to be considered able to fight in wars. We met Burger pretty early on, and, based on her history description, I think she got abandoned by her Twolegs or lost them, and was left in the forest and didn’t know how to survive. So she approached the clan, but the descriptions sounded scary and hard, and she decided to learn how to hunt and survive on her own. Which she managed! Good for her! And I think the second time the clan saw her and offered her to join, they had gotten even worse, and, even though Burger had been thinking about it, it now sounded too terrifying at all, so she left and lived a content loner life. But I think she started to grow old, and was losing the ability to hunt well for herself… So she finally joined the clan, only to immediately request retirement so she didn’t have to lift a paw. I think she’s still a little scared of the clan, but that she’s realized that when you’re on the inside of the clan, they aren’t quite as murderous towards each other (save for that one murder nobody ever talks about). So now she just chills and reaps the rewards of being an elder. She probably thinks Primfoot is weird though. So I guess maybe we don’t hate you Burger. She finessed the system and we’ve gotta respect that.

[gourdlycatgen]

The future senior warrior clan cat named Shrubkit is a silver afab mascneutral cat with a sokoke tabby coat and a mostly white body. The pronouns this cat uses are it/it + neos. This cat has short, scraggly fur and green eyes. This cat dislikes beaches, and loves fights. The cat is doting and dishonset. The cat is afraid of failure. This cat has heavy scarring and a large body. This cat will refuse to change for any reason.

[dovestorm-wc]

As I was going through my save for New Tales of the Forest, I noticed that I have way too many cats sitting in Starclan than I'd probably ever use in these stories. I went through and selected a few to keep, and decided to leave the rest to you guys to decide. There's alot of cats, so there will be five cats per poll(except the very last poll), and the winner of the poll will stay in Starclan for future use.

[meteorclan]

Moon 1

Weaselpaw becomes a warrior and is named Weaselmoss!

Tinychill finds an abandoned kit and names them Shrubkit.

The clan welcomes Shrubkit!

[todeo-art]

I recently joined the @unwantedgifts roleplay on Discord, and this is my character, Shrubkit! I encourage everyone to check this group out! It's a really friendly and well run server. Applications are open now!

[unwantedgifts]

The sun, just barely above the horizon, seeped its light through the trees and warmed the ginger pelt of an exploring cat, whose tags jingled along with each step they took. They had been itching to go out on a walk for such a long while, and scoping out what was in store in their new territory was a definite bonus. Sure they enjoyed helping out all of the new friends coming into their new home, but the ginger cat just needed some time to take a breath, and look at what nature had to offer them.

Emerging out of the forest and into the grassy hills, the ginger cat felt serene, as they could see the sky in its fullest, bright and periwinkle, with just a few stars leftover from the last night. As they bent down to inhale the sweet smelling dew on the green blades of grass, in the corner of their eye they spotted the shape of another cat, making their way up the hill.

A surge of fear shot through the ginger cat, as they were told of the clan cats who wanted to be rid of outsiders for good. But as the stranger approached forward, they realized the tom was carrying a kit by the scruff of its neck, and a second one bounded along, trying to keep up. Instinctively, the ginger cat darted forward, ready to help.

“Hi there,” they greeted the stranger. “Are-are you on your way somewhere? It there anything I could do to-”

“Could you tell me,” the stranger interrupted, keeping his voice low. “Where I could find… The Gifted.”

The ginger cat perked up, happy that they are able to help out this stranger. “Gladly!” They purred. “You’re in luck sir, I’m a part of the gifted! My name is Fennel, I believe I rank as what the clan cats would call… a medicine cat? You and your kits will love it there, and you’ll be in good paws, I can assure you it’s-”

“No. No no,” The stranger interrupted again, overwhelmed by all the things Fennel was telling him. “I’m not going to live there.” He muttered something under his breath, but Fennel was unable to determine what he said.

Beside the tom, the two kits had curled up on top of each other, tuckered out from what seemed like a long journey of travelling. The stranger unsympathetically nudged them forward, right under the ginger cat’s paws. The kits complained in mews as they were disturbed from their sleep, but quickly fell back into a slumber again, too tired to care.

Stunned by the gesture, Fennel gazed up at the stranger, who bore an exhausted, pleading look in his eyes. He didn’t seem like he wanted to do what he was doing, but something in Fennel knew that this cat was trying to protect these kits. They should know, as clan cats had come with their kits to live in The Gifted, because of dangerous events perspiring within the clans. The tom knew what he was getting into.

“I see,” Fennel mewed, looking down at the kits, placing a comforting paw over them. “The Gifted will do everything in our power to keep them safe from harm.” They looked back up to the tom, a smile curling up on their cheeks. “Do they have names?”

“Uh…” The tom paused, thinking. “Shhhhrubkit. And… Harekit. Shrubkit and Harekit.” He pointed to the correlated kit with his paw, seeming to be making their names up on the spot. “Thank you for this, also. And… as a favor, from me to you… Could you not reveal to anyone where these kits truly came from? Not to your leader, and not to these two, either. Just say you found them abandoned outside of the twolegplace…”

“Not a problem, stranger.” Fennel nodded. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

“May StarClan bless you,” the tom sighed in relief. “I promise you, you will be repaid for your good deeds, Fennel.”

“No need for all that!” The ginger cat purred. “I was just happy to help out a cat in need!”

The stranger shook his head, turning back to make his way down the incline. He muttered something unintelligible under his breath again, and disappeared as fast as he appeared, like the stars in the sky that faded away into daylight. The wind brushed unpleasantly against their ginger fur, and the kits cried as they were disturbed again, this time by the cold, harsh breeze. Fennel kept the kits close to them, and lengthened these last short seconds out in the scenery before they had to bring back these two new members of their makeshift clan.

“Shrubkit and Harekit,” Fennel whispered. “Welcome to The Gifted.”

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

btw Blackthornkit's parents who left him to fend for himself promising (and lying) that they would come back as well as Peckkit's, Fringekit's, and Shrubkit's father that tried to drown them are currently unnamed, so if anyone wants to make something up for them, go ahead!

[phloxclan]

Moon 39

Copseshiver and Springsprout have 2 kits! Shrubkit - Gray rosette molly with hazel eyes and long fur, bossy, careful listener. Fleckkit - Ginger tabby molly with heather blue eyes and long fur, noisy, quick to make peace

Umberstar will always love Lilacbat but has decided to move on.

Mottledleaf was injured fighting a hawk. Halfpaw dislocated a leg. Stumpkit has heat exhaustion. Yellowtalon sprained a paw.

Fiercefern is stuttering when talking to Lemonlily.

iPod appreciates Bouncekit checking on her.

Thistlepaw catches a lizard!

A kittypet asks to join the clan. Bluebriar - White and silver masked tabby molly with cobalt eyes and long fur, flamboyant, formidable fighter

Moon 40 - Summer

iPod is expecting kits!

Thistlepaw earns the warrior name Thistlefreckle. After the ceremony he slips out of camp to be on his own. He also injures part of his body that he has no feeling in. The wound goes unnoticed until it is infected.

Sloemallow's kits are apprenticed. Daypaw - Aspenswipe, Teaselpaw - Weevilsun, Riftpaw - Lemonlily, Stumppaw - Fennelspeckle.

Springsprout sprains a paw tripping over a root. Peatwish is once again the only healer. She considers taking an apprentice.

Peatwish tells Coppersight she may have chronic pain from her previous dislocation.

Moon 41

Stumppaw, Yellowtalon, and Halfpaw have recovered.

Fiercefern goes missing for a few days.

Bluebriar thinks Peatwish is very helpful, and Peatwish gets Bluebriar to help in the healer's den.

Starlingkit has heat exhaustion. Squirreldapple fought the large dog and was injured. Aspenswipe has heat stroke.

Halfpaw is impressed with Riftpaw.

Dogpaw and Grovekit realize they have a lot in common.

Bouncekit plays moss-ball with Daypaw.

Sprites:

Previous - Next

[torrentclan-clangen-story]

New cat, kits, and updated sprites. (Moon 5)

Littlepatch (Cis molly, she/her, 48 moons)

Applepaw

Shorekit (Tom)

Shrubkit (Tom)

Muddykit (Tom)

Lavenderkit (Molly)

Ashkit (Molly)

[residences-of-the-darkforest]

Timeline

1

Floodleopard volunteered at the Daycare, where Slugkit grew very attached to her, to the point of crying whenever she went too far away. His mother died shortly after birth, and he had been staying in the care of Fungichomp since.

He asked her if she wanted to adopt him, and she saw no other way to go.

Baby acquired: Slugkit/root (1 moon old or less)

2

Floodleopard (a former RiverClan cat and good swimmer) witnessed three kits struggling not to drown in the Fool's Puddle's. She saved them, found out that they're father had tricked them in order to kill them, and after he was dealt with, adopted them.

Babies acquired: Peckkit/claw, Fringekit/sky, Shrubkit/river

3

Likely before they knew Floodleopard, the kits would meet with another, much weaker kit, who they would visit often to keep him company.

When Floodleopard followed them when they were finally able to 'sneak' away, she found the kit, learned of his situation, and took him in.

Baby acquired: Blackthornkit/shock

^All of the above occurred within one moon. She went from just a babysitter to a mom to five so fast.

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The others' stories are TBA.

You will notice that Shatter is the half-brother to both Honey and Sun, but Sun aren't related to each other (say, for example, Honey's mom was also Shatter's mom, and Sun's dad was also Shatter's dad, but Honey's dad isn't Sun's dad, nor is the dad their dad).

Floodleopard's babies!

This time they have their full names, and are colour-coded by who they are littermates with.

Bonus, her first baby: