#smokeclan-oc

[smokeclan-oc]

Seeking a warrior cat 1x1 discord rp

Hi! My name is Andi, I’m 25, and read the warrior cats in middle/high school. Rereading the now as an adult, and really want to write out some roleplay.

I am desperate to find an rp partner who wants to write warriors, I’ve had no luck here, or on reddit. Please!! 

I used to roleplay warrior cats way back in the day when I was in middle school, so I’d love to develop that world more. I had created my own OC clans, with lore and a map.

With that said, I am looking for someone to write queer couples within a warrior cats oc x oc 1x1 rp on Discord. I have tons of ideas centering around the idea of essentially main character cat with main character cat. Like Firestar and Greystripe. Both obviously main characters, and yet they both end up together.

I am looking for someone 18+, as I am over 21, and not interested in writing with minors. We definitely dont have to have any nsfw in the rp, but if you’re looking for that, I’m willing to talk about it. Looking for someone who writes 2+ paragraphs per reply, I love novella style rping.

Preview of my world; 5 clans live west of a large thunderpath that for some reason the twolegs never cross, except for in green-leaf, monster-riding two-legs come and let their monster eat up some of the grass.Smokeclan, Frostclan, Brookclan, Whisperclan, and Thrushclan moved to this land roughly 50 years ago, after rogues and twolegs took over their old forest. No cat alive remembers the old forest, but some cats talk about it in stories about heros of the past. Each clan has their own customs, culture, and such. I even have alliance lists if you're just looking to plug an OC into a plot.

Reply, message me or add me on discord so we can talk plots! A lot of info is posted on this blog.

My discord; 𝔟𝔩���𝔡𝔢#5775

[of-smoke-and-stars]

a clangen blog but with more words

hello! my name is storm (they/he) and this is the clangen blog following SmokeClan, a Clan of cats born in the territories around it who are tired of the fighting and bigotry, and are proving to the other Clans that they can, actually, live in peace and harmony together regardless of where they were born.

i don't have a well-trained drawing muscle so this is going to be a little different from the other clangen blogs I love so dearly, in that this one is going to be ~words~. basically all the big events each moon are going to be turned into a collection of little flash-fiction vignettes (micro-chapters, maybe?) instead of a big long novel-style fic.

this is my first time trying something in this format, so hopefully it works out and people like it :3;;

rules: i'm playing on expanded, so i'm taking charge of things like patrols, but otherwise, i'm just following the random twists and turns ClanGen decides to take. no reloads, no save switching, nada. we all get heartbroken together when a fan favorite dies ;w;

i don't really have a hard plot, so we'll see where the generator takes us!

update schedule: (nervous laughter) schedules and i don't really get along. i'll hopefully keep up semi-regularly!

asks: any cat in the clan older than 3 moons is open for asks! this is mainly where i'll be trying to exercise my drawing skills, but it'll be few and far between. if i don't answer your ask with an art don't take it personally!

tags: moons will be tagged with [moon number] (#moon 0), asks will be tagged with [name] (#Smokestar), and this tag list will update as necessary!

hope you enjoy your stay!

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[blorboconfessions]

Same person who sent the Snowystride thing, i have returned. with more ocs.

I am a warrior cats fanfic writer but i have 9 clans instead of just 5 and theyre all split up into 3's and dont live close together, hell, they don't really know the others exist, and now im gonna rant about why.

So basically the Clans are ArcticClan, ShadeClan and ThistleClan(Forest territories) SmokeClan, LavaClan, and BlazeClan(Volcano territories) BeetleClan, RainClan and CoconutClan(Rainforest territories)

They used to all live together, the nine founders lived on a volcanic island that had caves carved decades ago into a grand fortress they all lived in, and originally there was four groups settled there. Shade's group, Starling's group, Thistle's group, and Bluejacket's group. They had conflicts from time to time but nothing serious. Arctic Breeze(also known as Arctic or later on Arcticstar) would challenge Shade a lot, trying to get him to let them leave the island because it was disgusting there and they were always scared of the volcano going off.

Then, Vermillion's group arrives at the island and I don't have much else planned from there besides Vermillion is an absolute monster and kills all sorts of cats

-Reed

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[petalstem]

Scrapclaw!! She's a HollowClan warrior, a Clan that lives in an abandoned grocery store as part of the Mall Clans. She's also going to bite you <3

[thestarsveil]

lambkit was SUPPOSED to be an adopt but...i love her..so shes gonna end up being in tsv at some  point :3c 

[canon-notcanon-warriorcats]

SmokeClan Allegiances

hey its me weedblaze anon. changed around some names so that the clan knew more than like 6 words but here ya go:

LEADER: Blazestar- Dark gray tom with lighter gray markings.

DEPUTY: Titchaser- Black and white molly.

MEDICINE CAT: Grassblaze- Calico tom.

WARRIORS: Weedblaze- Fluffy dark gray molly with black tabby stripes. Titbounce- Cream molly with dark tabby stripes and a fluffy white chest. Garfield- Orange and black tabby tom. Monstertrunk- Large dark brown tabby. Smokeweed- Dilute tortoiseshell molly. Mountaindew- Gray tabby tom with green eyes. Hardwood- Brown tom. Thriftshore- Fluffy tuxedo molly.

APPRENTICES: Smokepaw- Gray and white molly. Titpaw- Fluffy chocolate molly. Hazepaw- Silver tabby tom.

QUEENS: Smokehaze- Gray molly. Expecting Mountaindew’s kits.

ELDERS: Heavytit- Fluffy white molly.

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here it is, the OFFICIAL smokeclan allegiances

[wc-gray-skies]

Welcome to Warrior Cats: Gray Skies!

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊

┊ ┊⋆ ┊ .

┊ ┊ ⋆˚ 

┊ ✧.

What is Gray Skies?

Gray Skies is a collection of stories surrounding my post-apocalyptic fanClan's! Some are connected, some are not; some are short, some are long, etc etc. (there is a main plotline as well, but I want you all to sort of... figure it out on your own). The stories themselves are often melancholic, violent, and most often do not end very happily. These stories also feature evil StarClan (although StarClan is not being evil of their own volition). I may also post about my other non-GS OC's/fanClan's, though these might also be post-apocalyptic in nature or themed as such cuz I just think it's cool.

What do you mean by that last part?

Don't worry about that.

What are the Clans named?

Glad you asked! The f̴̢̧̛̙̱̘͍̣̘̱̝̫̺̗͎̣̤̫̗̊̎̑̆̎̍̄̈́̾̊͂̌͆̿̐͐̀̇̐͗̄̃͛͐̿̆͋͐͌͌̇̿́͗͗̐̌͛̆̋̂̍̈́̐́̿̒̆̊͘̕̚̚̚͝͝͠͠ͅî̸̡̨̢̛͕̣͔̰͍̞͉̤̫̭͚͉̹̦͙̜̲̺̱̫̬̩͂̀̉̿̍̔̈́̈̆̑̑̏͑͊̋̀̆̓̅͘͝͠ṽ̷̨̡̧̢̨̨̧̛̦͈̹̯̦̪̦̖͙̝̯̣̝͙̬̣̜̦̞̙̲̺̫̯̙̙̣̗͔̝̠͓̞͚̖͕͇̜̺̰̦̖͕̯̯͓̞̪͓̉̓͆̑̔̏̈́̊̀͂̊̐̚͝͝͝͝ͅȩ̵̡̧̛̛̘̩͕̱̹̻͇̘̫̖̪̣͉̭̼̩̤̖̗̺̼͓͈͕̬͔͚̹͈͇͙͉̤̣̒͗͐̆͆̊̆̎̐͛͌́̈́̉͛̃͊̃̒̈́̈̆̈́̀͌̅̅̅̏̿̍́͂͑͘͘͘̕͜͝͝͝͝ four Clans are named DeadClan, NightClan, PineClan, and SmokeClan! an̴̛̰̙̫̟̞͖̖̰͎̰̳̓̀͆̀̉̈́͑̊̽̇̆͌͋̍̆̀̈́͐̆̊͊͊̔͐͆̏͒̒̌͘̚͘̚ḋ̴̢̢̢̢̢̡̡̢̛͉͍͖̭͖̹̟͎̤̝̩͇̘̻͔̯̩͈̲̪̜͉̥͚̜̖͇̗͖̠̙͎̯͇͎̯͈͕̙̩̉̏̇̔̌͐͛̈̇͑̍͑̿̊͛̈́̈͆͗̈́̈́̓́̅͗͊͊͒́̐́͑͊͛͋̆́̈̋̈́̇͗́͘̚͘̕͝͝͠ ̶̧̛̛̺̯͎̺̘̩̹̲͎̜̰͎͉̟̬̳̬͙͈̼̱̠͖̳̮̫͍̫͚̼̞̜̉̑̽͐͌̄͌̉͗͗̈́̂̐͐̋̾̎̒͑͒́̍̓͑̓͒͊̅͑̓̇͌͒͛̚͜͠͝͠͝B̵̛̥̼̞̻͙̖͔̲̫͋̈́̓̔̂͐̇̎͂̾̀͐͛̽̀̑́̉͐̈́̀̊̿̋̄͊͐̍̒̈͒͛̈́̒̆͛͛̄̓́̃̒͒͑͊͒̆͘͘͝͝͠o̴̧̨̢̨̖̬͉̩̳̣̘̭͈̥̰̺̠̯̫̲͉̮͓̟̙̟̻͕̮̱͔̦̹͙̫̎̍̅̎̈́̽̈́͂̌̍̓͂͗̉͗̐̀͗̌̂͒́̽̍̈́̌̈̿̒̚͜͝ͅͅư̷̛̱̲͚̖̦̮͇̹̫̺̙̭͚̹͉̙͉̙̺̇͋̈́̈́͗̎̋̾͛͆͂̀̅̿̾̂̿̈́̒̒̇͒̐̕̕͘͜͜͝l̷̢̢̧̡̡̛̛̫͎̤͚̫̬̮̹͈͉̻̞̱̞͇̥͈͇͈̪̭̦͉͖̙͈̺͚̭̦̮͎̣̺͈̺̥̥͙͙̜̻͖̼̦͎̜͉̯̱̊̔̿͋̎͋̃̇̍̎̋͛͒̾͛͊͂͋́͒̇̎͛̓̑̉̇̎̈̓̿̉̇̀̽̕͝͝͝ͅͅͅḑ̶̡̛̣̳̰̙̠͈̜̪̫͚̫̫͍͈͉̻̬̻͉͓̩̩̘͙͎̭̜̦̫͓̘͙͓̦͓̯͓͔̮̺̬̦̫͍̲̝͓̇̈́̅͌̓͗̏͌̌͌̇͆͂͐̿͋̍̀͘͜͠͠ͅę̸̨̹̝̱̝̼̖̝̪̪̠̜̜̲̫̯̦̗͗̊̋̂͊̌̀́̃̐͂͋́̎̊͂́̉͌̾̃̾͗̉̈́͗͊̋̎̄̆͋̍̃̀̎̓͋̑̓̀̈́͊̂͂̑̚̕̕͠͝͝ͅȓ̸̨̧͇̳̝̬̮͍̤͓͚̘̱͇̬͖̖̟̥̼̤̝͕̒̽̿͠ͅͅͅÇ̷̨̧̧̢̧̧̧̢̛̛̞̰̩̣̭̝̺̞͙̤̜̯̝̬̥͍̼̪̠̮̯̖̩̳̟̖̠̬͚͚͉̠̥̠̲͍̩̣̟̫͙̹̹͎̟͕̪̄̈́̓̍̈́͐̅͑̑͒̀̀͊̐͒̂͗͊͊͒̿͌͆̊̆̀̍́͘̕̚̚͜͜͠l̵̨̡̙͇͙͓̰̯͇̳͚̹̼̲̭̰̞͓̱̪̠̦̤̫̣͗̋̑́̈́͌̏̋̇͊͒̓͐̍̑͜͠ͅͅa̶̡̧̹͇̳͖͓̳̱̞̠̱̦̳̮̗͉͕̯̺̺̤̞̥̫̖̲̝̰̹͍̜̰̬̺̿̍̀͝n̷̡̧̨͎̙̳͖̳̩͚̦̟̠̝̭̹̭̰̘̼̯̭͕̘͔̗̟̼̲̣̣̜̰̲͍̳̗͇̘͈̱͇͇̜͆͆͛̓͊̉̏̇͛̀͆͋̈́͋̒̉̚͘͜͜͝͝ͅ!

Can we send you asks about them?

You can! You can also ask specific characters from the allegiances questions, and I'll respond in-character as them! Just text usually, but sometimes I'll include art as well :3

W̷̨̨̜̜̜͚̘̳̺̑́̆̇̓̃̎͐͂́h̸̡̡͈̟̲̭̱͕̫̯̥̞̘͑̋̂̓͗̍͛͜͜a̸͈̍̒͛͌͊͑͑́́̚͝ţ̴̢̣̯͚̼̩̹͈̬̥͈̗̐́̾̎̏̌͊̃̔̅̽̿̔̊͊̀̀'̵̗̼̹̐̈́̓̎͌̆̀͜͝s̴̨̛̤̲̤͔̣͉̙̯͖̙̖̭͇͓̳̤͒̋̓́͛̈̊̎͛̈́͒̓̈́̕̚̚ ̵̡̢̛̲͕̘̖͇̃̓̃̓̈́̅̄̅͂͛ȕ̷͈̬̲̈́̔̒́̌̆̍͘͠p̴̣͊̓̃̋ ̶̢̡̛̛̙̯̣̝̀̓̊́̈́̋̎̀̇̈́̅̏w̷̡̭̪̩̦̭̪̟̓̅͛ȋ̴̢̛̞͖͔̍̌̀̄͋͂̄̔͛̾̕͝͝t̷̢̫̫̜̼͌͘h̸̛̜̻̣̯̑̉̈́͒͐̂̉͋̚͘͜ ̴̧̜͈̰͚́̉̋̾̄͜B̵̢̢͇̽̉o̸̬̫͓͔̬͙̖͗̾̈́͂͜͠ͅừ̷̭̹͓̼̫̩̪̎͗̎̈́̔ļ̷̨̛̪̦̖̘̺͓̣͇̠͑͋̃́̑̓̀̓d̵̢̨̡̨̢̩̝̩̙̯̳͎̬̰͓͙͉̈́̾͒̇̆͒̔̐̑̄͆̉͒̊̒̕͠é̶̛̼͉̥̖̼̒̋̉́͊̃͝͝ŕ̶̢̝͔̯̙͙̖̬͉̋̈͋̋͋̃͐͐̐́̈́̕͝͠Ĉ̴͉͒ļ̷̹̣̣̝̼͖̩̟̮̠̣̯̥̙̓̽̇̆̿̍͛̔̎̓̑́͂͐͂̈́̚a̶̡̢͉̟̳̭̦̺͓̗̿́̈͠͝n̷̞̞̟̘̞͕̜̖͔͎͕͈̱͆̀̍̃̍̀͊͆͂̾̈̆͘̕̕͝ͅ?̶̡͙͖̱̻͎͖͕̠̬̮̠̼̹̋͋̿̽̌̑̑̇̈́̕

S̴̨̢͈͔̥̣̥̤͈̤͊̂͊͋̉͂ͅǫ̵̛̛̳̗̣̓̎̌̃͆̅̈̕͝ ̴̨̛̣͍͔̾̔̈́̅̽̾̐̏̕͜į̴͖̳͚̪͉̣̭̣̈́͛͒̔͑́̀̉͋̆́̆̈́͘͘͝n̴̛̠͙̫̆͗̈́̑̽̐̈͗͋̏q̷̢̝̤̤̹̮͕̻̩͛͂̉̿͌̍̍͆̈u̷̡̳̗̮̟̻̙̘͇̽̋͊͆̂̓̎̈͌͘̚̕͜i̷̫̹̪̳͇̟̦̣͇̩͌̈́̔̽͗̎̚ͅͅş̸̧̙͍̭̜̬̭̮̣̤̎͒į̶͉̣̮̺̬̬͓̮̺̏͂̌̾͆̏͑̌̏̑̇͑͐̕̚͝͝t̶̢̧̻̥͈͚͎͎͇͕̰͍̰̖̞̟́̂̏̃̿͒̔̋̈͒͠͠͝i̸̢̛̖͗̿͆̓̿̍̈͑͘v̸̧̡̧̮̗̹̯̣̣̰̜̰̞̤̯̗̫̾̌̎̊è̸͔̽̀̀̌͊̈͆͒͠͝,̸̛̖̼̈͛̋̍̍̽͗̀͂͊͘͝ ̵̡̺͔͙͇͚̟͖̠͉͚̜͙̋͌̈́̂͒̐͌̚ạ̶̡̺͖̝̩͎͎̭͕̿̂̎̆͗͒̃̋̊̌͊̅̌͜͝r̸̬͋͛̄͗͛̓͗̂̐͛͂̍̈́͛̕͜e̶̹̐͋́̃̂̈͝ń̷̝̜̀́̓̓̇̓̌̒͑͌̕͝'̵̧̨̛̛̲͈̗̥͚̘̥͉͇̫̱̞̖͈̭̇̈́͑͗̽́̌̈́̉̃̾̾͠t̸̡̜͔̥͉̖̬̻̺̩̬͈̤̀͑̓̅̐̽̅̽́̈́̎͋̆̈́̕ ̷̢̼̩̤̠̣͔̼̰̬̝̺͓̙̍̓̎̀̂͋̑̂̋̔̈́͗̕͘͝ͅͅy̶͠��̡̝̻͕͖̘̦̣͙̬̝̝̞̪̒͊͊̂̔̇͌̾͘͠͝ͅo̴͓̗͉̰̊̿͊͜͝ư̵̢̢̨̼̖̠̖̞̮̟͙̐̓͊?̶̻̬̾

What is the Great Red?

The Great Red is the apocalypse! It affected the entire world, not just the Clans!

When do these stories take place?/When did the Great Red happen?

The Great Red happened over 300+ moons ago, in the Clan's terms! In human terms, it happened over 30 years ago in 1956. Most of these stories take place during the 80s/90s/early 2000s.

What pronouns do you use?

Fae/faer and they/them! call me Bunny or Buck :3

Tags I will use!

#deadclan - for posts focusing on DeadClan!

#nightclan - for posts focusing on NightClan!

#pineclan - for posts focusing on PineClan!

#smokeclan - for posts focusing on SmokeClan!

#̵͖̩̲̮̬̤̳͔̮͉̾͒̓͑̐̇͜͜b̵̢̥͖̙̬̩̞͓̺̳̹̯̗̻̲̘͉͑̉̓0̴̧̪̘̖͓̝͚͍͖̜̒̄̏̓͌́̈́͐̊̊̅͑͊͘͝ư̴̹̇̈́͂́̽̕͜l̸̨̢͖͓͇̞̙̹͍̫̣͚͍̭̝̟̐̈́̒d̶̨̩̤̳̫̮̗̬͎̹̗͙̮̫̰͚̮̊̈́́̓̏̂͋̽͒̀͠͠3̶̨̛̲̜̹̬̖͕̪̭̖͚̄̑̾͘r̵̺̟͇̱̮̝̾͗̈́́̍̎̃̅̾̇͘̕͝͝c̴̡̛͖͓̤̠̫̗͔̺̰̅̽̾́̀̿͊͋̋̐̕ͅl̵͕͙̣̫̫͙̩̹̼͖̺̅͒̎̇̈́̅͒̍̑͂͜͠ͅæ̸̹͐̒͂͒͂̃̂́̚͝͝n̴̫͍̥̫̰̠͍̦̎̾̐̍ ̷̨͉̩̣̙͈̭̹̿͋̅͜-̸̨̯̟̭̃̋̆̂̂ ̶̨͙̼̖̪̺̯̱̌͊͗̾́̈́̾̀͐̔̽̆̕͘͝ͅf̵̹̼̩̘̘̲͇̗̦͛͛͐̓̑̊͊̉ǫ̴͖͓̟̥̺͔͙̤͉͓̊̌̈́͊͊͒̂̍̓ȑ̵͕̘̻̖̜͔͇̦͙̼͙͐̎̈́͛̀ ̷͔͍̺͇̭̩̭̽̅̂̏̈́͆̈́͑̏̌̇͗̆̚͜͝t̶̜͐̈́́͌̆̍͛̀̚͠h̸̨̝̻̻̲̞͔͚̫͈̣̙̿̔̃̒̈́̆̾̓͘̚͝͝ȩ̵̡̟̹̱̻̇̍̅̏̃̓m̴̮̺͈̰͍͉͈̼͉̼̲̪̺͕̏͆͌́͐͘͜!̷̺͍̝̘͔͈͉̱̋͆̅̉̚ͅͅ

#all clans - for posts focusing on all of the Clans!

#the great red - for posts focusing on the Great Red!

#starclan - for posts focusing on StarClan!

#the dark forest - for posts focusing on the Dark Forest!

#✨ reblog - for reblogs!

#✨ ask - for asks!

#✨ art - for art!

#✨ writing - for writing!

#✨ non-gs - for non gray skies related stuff!

Info about the Clans!

Info about every Clan's territory and culture!

DeadClan allegiance!

NightClan allegiance!

PineClan allegiance!

SmokeClan allegiance!

b0uld3rclæn all3giænc3!

[spark--heart]

so i drew silverspark today bc i wanted to :3c

a small profile thing here bc? why not?

name: silverkit silverpaw silverspark

gender: cis male

sexuality: gay

mate: none, one of the med cats just might like him tho. but who knows?

rank: warrior

brief personality:

+ comedic, smart, eager, active, friendly

- snarky, lack of control over emotions, low self-esteem [not necessarily constantly], nervous

= lively, optimistic but also pessimistic

history:

- born into the clan during a particularly bad thunderstorm

- completed training and apprenticeship with average results; best skills being in hunting

- given the suffix "-spark" due to his rather upbeat and lively nature. also given the suffix "-spark" as he seems to have an unusual liking/interest to thunderstorms

- as mentioned above, took a keen interest in lightning and storms from a very young age after discovering he was born during one. has always asked the elders about what lightning is made out of and has made his own theories

[mxgicum]

Looking for a Warrior Cats Rp

Looking for a Warrior Cats Rp 1x1, no groups.

Must: 1x1, 18+, literate, 3+ paragraph replies, lgbt friendly.

Hello! I am 25, enby, and have been a fan of warriors since middle school. I used to write roleplays in a notebook and pass it between classes.

Important to Note: I’ve read up through the Power of Three, but remember very little. Currently rereading the whole series, on the first book of The New Prophecy

Info on what I am looking for / have prepared under the read more:

I have the territory and clans if we need, or if you want someone writing in your world I’m your guy. I have cats names, and am wiling to work with whatever you want.

I am literate, and have been writing indie rp since the days of MySpace. I typically write queer OCs, anime, romance, and smut. Looking for someone mature to write with. 

I am looking for a warrior cats rp partner to write with. Must be 18+, although no there won’t be any sexual content. I am hoping to write a queer couple, something that is taboo, cuz the drama is good. I will write any position, clan, alignment. You tell me what you want, and I’ll write it.

If you’re like me, and you wanna write in my world, I gotchu. (the below are in my oc clans, but can easily be adapted. smokeclan = shadowclan. thrushclan = thunderclan. whisperclan = windclan. brookclan = riverclan. unmentioned is frostclan = skyclan i guess?)

Looking for a partner for Blacknight, rogue prince who was taken from the rogues as a kit by his mother to spare him the fate of his father. They are all sick when they come to Smokeclan, and Blacknight was the only survivor. He fought hard to become a warrior, and during his apprenticeship he killed a badger for killing his mentor, earning him his warrior name as a nod to his mentor, Nightheart.

Also looking for a partner for Loudsong, cheeky fun silver tabby with long fur. Got his warrior name for howling before he attacks. Young warrior deputy, to a greying and crazy leader, Stonestar.

Also would love a partner for Applewhisker, daughter of the deputy just trying to earn her keep as her sister becomes a medicine cat.

I also have Fogbreeze, a cat born to another clan, though his story is different. Abandoned by twolegs as a kit, his mother died giving birth and the twolegs didnt want to deal with him. Tossing him and his sister Morningkit in a box and on the side of the thunderpath. Riverleap, a Smokeclan warrior found the kits, and brought them back to camp. When Fogbreeze became an apprentice he knew that Smokeclans thick dense forest was no place for him. He longed for the water. With the approval of Brookclan, he left Smokeclan and became a Brookclan cat. Now he gets to hunt in the streams, and swim in the waters. Except he's got a very pesky crush on a clanmate, who everyone has their eye on as the next deputy.

Maplepaw, to be Mapleflight, is a little old to still be an apprentice in Thrushclan. He’s nearing his 18th moon, and still hasnt gotten his warrior name. Thats not an accident. You see, hes been receiving dreams from Starclan since his first night in the apprentice den, telling him of his future as a medicine cat. The problem? He’s head over tail in love with the medicine cat. You’d play the medicine cat, who maybe has gotten a sign from Starclan that Maplepaw is to be your apprentice, but feelings have stirred thinking about spending so much time with him, and now you wonder if its right. Medicine cats cant have mates, right? But what if its other medicine cats? Well, either Maplepaw needs to admit his interest either in the romance, or the med cat position before their leader realizes he needs his warrior name, and makes him promsie to fight for the clan, even at the cost of his life. Maplepaw doenst think he can answer that question honestly if asked.

Sparrowsong is the daughter of the leader of Whisperclan, Oakstar, her littermate shaping up to be a fine warrior. Too bad the young medicine cat will find herself pregnant with her secret mate's kits (a fellow clanmate but a warrior), and now has to face losing her place as a medicine cat. Gimme a warrior/deputy to be her mate, and he can teach her all the things about being a warrior, itll be so cute.

Lastly, flirtatious young Littlestorm, grandson of Blacknight (now Blackstar), is a medicine cat under Aspenleaf (Applewhiskers sister). He loves being a medicine cat, but he cant help but find interest in a young tom warrior. Gimme some cute flirting, "oh wont you help little ol' littlestorm fetch some cobwebs?" type shit. Like both obviously into each other and doing a piss poor job at hiding it.

Please feel free to send me a message, reply to this, or add me on Discord; 𝕗𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗𝕪#5775

[smokeclan-oc]

This is a list of all my OC clans, tribes, groups for my Fanclan Warrior Cats world, based on the western coast of Canada

[of-smoke-and-stars]

Moon 3 / Moon 4

It’s nearly greenleaf proper when Burnclaw declares her fully healed.

Thrushhare stares at him for a moment, uncomprehending, before springing to all four paws. “Really?”

“Last moon, you couldn’t wait to get out of here,” Burnclaw scolds grumpily, sorting leaves near the spilling pool in the back. “Or are you just keen to argue with your healer no matter what I say?”

“Just making sure!” Thrushhare does a little twisting leap, nearly knocking her head against the tree roots that make up the entrance of the healer’s den, then lands neatly back on all fours. “I can go back to full duty right away, then?”

“’Long as you don’t go doing nothin’ foolish,” he instructs, twisting around to look firmly at her, standing planted in the midday sun filtering through the leaves overhead. “Like gettin’ hurt again, hear me, kit?”

“Absolutely!” In a burst of energy, Thrushhare springs to his side and headbutts him under the chin, purring loudly. “Thank you, Burnclaw!”

“Right, right,” he grumbles, though he does pat her on the shoulder with one paw. “Go on and get before you scatter my stores runnin’ about like a kit.”

“Yes, of course! Thank you!” The second half of her sentence is flung over her shoulder as she tears out of the medicine den, calling for Smokestar as she goes, tail and ears held high.

Burnclaw heaves a big sigh and turns back toward his stores. Rustclaw has finally stopped griping about his bruises, and neither he nor Streakscratch seemed too stiff when he watched them stretching before the dawn patrol this morning. They’re both back in fighting shape. Morelstripe is his only concern, and she’s only swinging by once every pawful of days for some medicine for her running nose.

The Clan is healthy as horses. Now he might finally get some peace and quiet.

Sorting the borage and yarrow he’s just collected doesn’t take him long, and the moss is still fresh enough for at least another quarter moon. He bends down to sniff his little leaf-wrapped stores of juniper berries, and winces as his shoulders creak when he sits back up. With a heavy sigh, he sits back on his haunches, looking up at the roof of the den, in the hollowed roots of a still-green half-felled tree.

How many seasons have I seen, now?

Across the camp, Thrushhare announces to some cat that she’s healed.

The youngest blood they’ve got, and no interest at all in healing.

Rustclaw’s bruises have disappeared

Streakscratch’s scrapes are all better.

The rat bite Thrushhare had gotten has healed. She grooms her pelt, happy to find the tears and wounds in it gone.

Burnclaw thinks about getting a new set of paws to help him out.

...

“I just think my skills are better suited to something a little more…diplomatic,” Riftspeckle ventures.

Smokestar cocks his head. “What do you mean?”

She shrugs faintly. “Back in the old-growth forest, we had a cat that was sort of…a peacekeeper. It was a new idea that Furzestar implemented not long before we left, but I think it could be a good thing to try. Especially if we’re going to plan on going to Gatherings,” she adds after a pause.

Streakscratch sits up. “How do you know about that?”

She gives him a somewhat exasperated look. “There are nine cats in this camp,” she reasons. “When patrols are out, there’s, like, four of us, tops. It’s hard not to hear conversations when they’re the only thing happening in an empty camp.”

Riftspeckle turns her attention back to Smokestar. “It wouldn’t be just mediating disagreements within camp,” she explains, “but between all the Clans.”

“That’s a leader’s job, usually,” Smokestar begins.

“Sometimes, sending the head of a camp into the heart of another can ruffle more pelts than it can soothe,” she reasons. “And this won’t mean the end of me partaking in warrior duties—I’ll still hunt and patrol and everything like usual, but when something happens, before claws extend, I’d like to be able to have a chance to try to smooth things over.”

Smokestar and Streakscratch exchange a thoughtful look—so unlike her mentor, they both seem to silently agree—before Smokestar inclines his head. “Alright, Rift. I’m willing to give it a try.”

She beams at him. “I won’t let you down,” she promises again.

Riftspeckle has become a mediator.

...

Of course the peace and quiet couldn’t last long.

“You’ve got to be kidding,” Burnclaw meows aloud as, supported on one side by a snickering Curlfox, Smokestar limps across camp, head held low. “What on earth has happened to you?”

“I…slipped,” Smokestar admits through his whiskers, tail twitching.

“Nose-first straight into the sand by the stream,” Curlfox explains, mew quaking with laughter. “I told him we weren’t hunting for water voles, but it doesn’t really seem to have stopped anything.”

“Yes, thank you, Curlfox,” Smokestar sighs, though his chin ducks further and takes any of the bite out of his words.

“Stars above. And right after Morelstripe finally stopped buggin’ me. Can’t a cat get a single moment of rest?”

“I’m—sorry,” Smokestar ventures. “It’s—It’s probably okay.”

“If you can’t walk on it, it’s a little north of okay.” Burnclaw turns and holds the hanging vine curtain aside with his tail. “Get in here, then, esteemed leader, and let me take a proper look at you.”

Morelstripe’s running nose has finally stopped running…

…just as Smokestar misstepped and slipped from a rock, spraining his paw.

...

An excited yowl draws Morelstripe’s attention from her conversation with Currentplume, and Riftspeckle and Rustclaw hurry back into camp, laden with prey.

“Looks like things are running well,” Currentplume calls. Riftspeckle’s tail curls at the praise, borne down with a starling and a rabbit, but it’s Rustclaw who sets his pawful of mice down and turns back toward the bracken tunnel to hold it open with one broad shoulder.

“Wasn’t Thrushhare with that patrol?” Morelstripe asks, sitting upright. She needn’t have worried, of course—though it is curious why her long white tail appears first, moving backwards through the tunnel, dragging something along.

Smokestar appears at the mouth of the medicine den, ears twitching, and starts limping across the camp, hobbling awkwardly on three paws with the fourth bandaged and held close to his chest. Burnclaw trails after him, shaking his head in exasperation. “What’s the racket about?”

From the warriors’ den, Streakscratch and Curlfox appear, both rumpled with disturbed sleep. “Better not be an attack,” Streakscratch grumbles.

Rustclaw bends down to help Thrushhare with whatever she’s dragging where it’s gotten stuck, and together, the haul it into the open. Riftspeckle bundles their other prey out of the way as Thrushhare swings around and triumphantly drops her catch.

It’s—a turkey. Not a full grown one, with some downy-soft feathers on the chest, but with sleek full wing feathers and still larger than her.

“Thrush caught it!” Rustclaw announces, bumping her shoulder proudly. “We ambushed a hen and poults on accident, and Thrushhare leapt on one before it could get away!”

Thrushhare caught a turkey.

Smokestar’s mouth falls open, staring down at the bird. Morelstripe imagines she must look similar, gaping at the creature. Curlfox and Streakscratch approach it, sniffing curiously.

“That will feed most of us easily,” Currentplume finally says. “And all those feathers—our nests will have never been softer!”

“Well done, Thrushhare!” Smokestar finally says, and Thrushhare’s chin cranes with pride.

Morelstripe isn’t aware she’s purring until Thrushhare turns to look at her, entire posture aglow, and Morelstripe pads over to bundle her kit against her chest. “What a fine young warrior you’ve become, love,” she praises, licking Thrushhare’s ears.

Morelstripe is amazed at how skilled Thrushhare really is.

...

man every time clangen gives me a few quiet moons in a row i get so nervous that something insane is about to go down

thrushhare is everyone's absolute favorite, rng has given her main-character-itis like no one else, it's so funny to me

also - tiny little lore drop about the other clans! there'll be gatherings soon!

[smokeclan-oc]

Mating ceremonies for the clans.

Typical reasons one might believe they should mate;

Some say you must have a mating ceremony in order for you to find each other in Starclan

Some say it’s a bad omen to have a kit without a proper mate

Some say it’s a show of loyalty to the other

Some chose to mate so they will always have someone there to care for them

Some have ceremonies once they have kits to be a proper family

[smokeclan-oc]

2015 - 2030 Fogbreeze

Apprenticed in Smokeclan, a farm cat kit abandoned by twolegs. Adopted by Riverstar and Littlestorm. As an apprentice he longs to swim in water and fish so asks to join Brookclan. He joins, and earns the favor of a young warrior Duckfoot. They end up becoming mates. Fogbreeze becomes a leaders mate, who spends all his time with kits and apprentices.

Parents: Unknown loners, adopted by Littlestorm and Riverleap Siblings: None Mate: Duckfoot Kits: None Mentor: Riverleap (in Smokeclan), not recorded in Brookclan Mentored: Not recorded Death: Age 15, died of illness

a pale grey tabby tom

2015 - 2035 Duckstar - Duckfoot

A strong warrior of Brookclan. Named for his powerful back legs he’s a skilled swimmer and great at back kicks during battles. When Fogpaw joined Brookclan Duckfoot was interested. He ends up leading Brookclan as a historic gay leader.

Parents: Not recorded Siblings: None Mate: Fogbreeze Kits: None Mentor: Not recorded Mentored: Not recorded Death: Age 20, died of old age. Succeeded by Hollowcry

a black and orange tortie tom

[smokeclan-oc]

2009  - 2029 Littlestorm 

Son of Cloudbelly, medicine cat under Blackstar and Riverstar. Flirtatious, very charismatic.

Parents: Unknown mother and Cloudbelly Siblings: None Mate: Riverleap Kits:  Fogbreeze (adopted) Mentor: Aspenleaf  Mentored: Sagepad  Death: Age 20, died of old age. Succeeded by Sagepad

a long haired tuxedo black tom

2010 - 2032 Riverstar - Riverleap

Son of Silverstreak. Mates with a medicine cat, Littlestorm. Defies the tale of leaders going crazy for loving medicine cats. Foster fathers Fogbreeze with Littlestorm. 

Parents: Unknown mother and Silverstreak Siblings: None Mate: Littlestorm Kits: Fogbreeze Mentor: Blacknight Mentored: Not recorded Death: Age 22, died of old age. Succeeded by Softstep

a grey tabby tom with striking blue eyes

[smokeclan-oc]

2004 - 2020 Owlfeather 

Son of Oakstar. Mates with Foxheart, brother of Sparrowsong. Is in a three way relationship with his sister and Foxheart. Is basically a beard with benefits. Father to Burrclaw, and Nettlestar. 

Parents: Unknown Mother and Oakstar Siblings: Sparrowsong Mate: Foxheart Kits: Burrclaw and Nettlestar Mentor: Windstorm Mentored: Burrclaw Death: Age 16, died of old age.

a brown tabby tom

2005 - 2019 Foxheart 

Daughter to Windstorm, in love with Oakstars kits: Sparrowsong and Owlfeather. Dates both of them, has Owlfeathers kits; Burrclaw and Nettlestar.

Parents: Unknown mother and Windstorm Siblings: None Mate: Owlfeather and Sparrowsong Kits: Burrclaw and Nettlestrike Mentor: Snakejaw Mentored: Nettlestrike Death: Age 14, died from injuries sustained in a fall.

a red/orange shecat with white toes and tail tip

[smokeclan-oc]

1980 - 2007 Hollystar - Hollygaze

Leader of Whisperclan. Known for her chatty gossipy friendship with Stonefur. He would often wander off into Whisperclan territory to chat with her during his crazier times. 

Parents: Not recorded Siblings: Not recorded Mate: Not recorded Kits: None Mentor: Not recorded Mentored: Not recorded Death: Age 27, died by dog attack. Succeeded by Oakstripe

a dark calico shecat

2000 - 2020 Oakstar - Oakstripe

Son the tom everyone from Whisperclan believed Foxstorm should have mated with. Known for being rather controlling, wanting to put up a good front for the other clans, kept problems a secret.

Parents: Not recorded Siblings: Not recorded Mate: Not recorded Kits: Owlfeather Mentor: Foxstorm Mentored: Not recorded Death: Age 20, died of illness. Succeeded by Nettlestrike

a brown tabby tom