#tornclan

[the-torn-ones]

Moon 2 events

Sandykit -> Sandypaw (Healer)

Looking at the crystals in this cave was no mystery to Sandypaw. It never was. Being here was no mistake, either. He knew in his heart that starclan had called the three of them here, and he wanted to learn as much about them as he could. So, when he announced to Fennelpaw and Littlekit that he’d been chosen to be a healer, he was left unsurprised when they both lit up and congratulated him.

Now, of course, he was on a patrol to gather herbs. He needed to get himself together if he wanted to really learn to be a healing spirit. He loved his friends like no other cat, and he wanted to make sure they had herbs and other items. He had the clan’s previous healer guiding his paws, too, so he was certain he could find something.

Unfortunately, he forgot the directions.

Littlekit feels less shocked.

Purring at the warmth of the sun flickering down into their cave from above, Littlekit waved her tail at Sandypaw as the new healer apprentice sulked back into camp. He lit up when he saw her, and jogged over. “Is Fennelpaw back yet?” He asked.

“No. We’re alone still! But that’s fine. Did you find anything?” Littlekit mewed, standing up to headbutt her friend.

“No… How has your day been? I’m sorry we keep leaving you all alone…” Sandykit apologized, though Littlekit thought it was silly.

“It was okay! I played mossball with the bugs. They’re not very good at it, though. Can I come with you next time?”

“No, you can’t… But you know what we can do?” His face lights up mischievously.

“What?” She tilted her head. Sandypaw whispered the plan into her ear, and she nodded, darting away in excitement.

~~~

“Littlekit! Sandypaw! I’m back from hunting!” The eldest cat’s voice rang through their camp. “Man, I have a story for you both!” The silence after rang hollow and empty through camp, and he paused in confusion. Where are they?

“Guys?” He asked, confused as he dropped his prey. His fur itched in a few spots from the burrs in there, but that wasn’t important for him now.

“Surprise!” Littlekit squeals, rocketing over the top of the log that sat under the sun-hole. She let out a shriek of fear as she tumbled off of it, and Fennelpaw rushed over in a panic.

“Littlekit! Don’t just do that!” He whined, nosing her over to check for injuries. Once satisfied, he let her push his muzzle away, and stared sternly at her. “Come on, Littlekit. That wasn’t nice. Not after… yeah.”

“Mm… okay. Won’t do it again, promise! It was Sandypaw’s idea, though.”

“Yeah, sorry Fennelpaw… I forgot you guys were in the clan long enough to know the others well…” Sandypaw admitted sheepishly as he poked his head out of the log. The healer apprentice blinked, and then padded over, forcing Fennelpaw to sit. “You’re covered in burrs, man. Sit down, let me help.”

“I can get it myself!” Fennelpaw huffed. Sandypaw shook his head.

“Don’t care. You and I will swap our prey for today, and then you won’t owe me, okay?” He grinned, before plucking a burr from Fennelpaw’s short, messy fur.

“Honestly! I don’t know how you don’t come home like this, your fur’s worse and longer than mine!” Fennelpaw complained.

“I take the time to clean myself, and Littlekit helps me with what I can’t reach.” Sandypaw shrugged, as he removed the last burr.

“Okay. And yeah, I’m cool with swapping prey.”

“Cool, you didn’t have a choice in the first place, ‘cause I like what you brought back better than mine.”

“Can I still have some of what you brought, thenc, Sandypaw? It’s big enough…” Littlekit shifted as she asked.

“Of course.” “Duh!” The boys responded in unison, and laughed.

Littlekit tumbled off of a log.

Sandypaw is playing a prank on Fennelpaw.

Fennelpaw is feeling sassy today.

Littlekit thinks Sandypaw was nice to her today.

Fennelpaw and Sandypaw swap favorite prey.

Sandypaw helps Fennelpaw pick burrs from his coat.

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[riskelk]

Moon 50 of my beloved TornClan :D

[poppyknitt]

cracks knuckles

tumblr cries

prepares my fist

tumblr begs me not to.

i’m making a new clangen blog that will make me pace myself

[ashrimpnamedlauren]

Wow my tornclan thing got 5 notes I'm famous now guys

[this-is-a-name-dont-worry]

I need it to be said that Tornclan is only made of kits and apprentices, the only adult being our 14 moons old trained queen. Shrewclan is made of a bunch of assholes and they need to leave my poor children alone

[negative-corgi]

TornClan update: there are currently 4 murderers in the clan and two of them are mediators.

Definitely thinking of doing a "murder cats uprising" kinda thing if I get a fifth murder where I kill off a bunch of cats and overthrow the current leader hmm

[immayonaise]

Day 2

Sadheart (Left) & Tulippelt (Right)

Sadheart and Tulippelt were born in Dreamclan, along with Tulippelt's sibling Ghosttrail. Sadheart's adoptive parent was Spiderstar after a cat from Tornclan abandoned them. Tulippelt's parents were Lavenderfeather and Petuniastar (The leader after Spiderstar died by a fire at 97 moons)

Sadheart graduated at 10 moons for their dedication. Tulippelt graduated at 13 moons thanks to his dignity, but died at 16 moons thanks to a rouge attack along with Sadheart's mate at the time.

Descriptions:

Sadheart: A average sized masked tabby she-cat with medium long white fur. Sadheart has gold eyes, wearing a poppy and red petals. Sadheart has frost bite on both back feet, the tips of their ears, and a bit on their nose every since they were a kit and it makes it hard to walk sometimes.

Pronouns/Sexuality: They/Them & Pansexual

Tulippelt: A average sized agouti tabby tom with long dull brown fur and dark brown markings. Tulippet has dull green eyes, wearing a moth, tulip petals, and forget-me-not flowers.

Pronouns/Sexuality: He/Him & Omnisexual

(If anyone has questions about the cats or wants deeper details ask! I just don't want to go into too deep of detail cuz I'm feeling lazy lol)

[palefox-7]

warrior cat art challenge part 1

Swanstar is a shy, easily tricked tom who thinks that everyone truly has their best interests for him, which makes him easily manipulated.

He is a former kittypet, who was brought Into Tornclan at 4 moons old.

[sundryclan]

Just posting a brief preview of the clans that my leetol murder kitties are from for future reference! and also for the sake of having something on my blog for now lol.

WillowClan (name subject to change): my longest clangen file that went on for ~800 moons and has the most interesting events so far! Sooo many conflict-ridden leaderships in this one.

TornClan: Had this clan for the shortest amount of time, but a curse quickly cropped up in the form of mothers always losing one way or another, either from their kits dying or they themselves dying </3 prominently features a scheming, murderous healer who killed and manipulated several cats for her ambitions but ended up with nothing to show for it.

VeilClan: my current lifegen clan that is close to the opposite of TornClan because it heavily features cats with daddy issues instead! lmao. and it's particularly rough for the mc and his brothers bc they were given up by their dad but still have to live in the same clan as him 💀 I haven't gotten too far in this one yet either, but gooood it's already so full of cute and sad moments that I can't wait to draw and post here someday!

[the-torn-ones]

Moon 1 events

Fennelkit -> Fennelpaw

Fennelpaw stares at the sky, eyes glistening sadly as he wonders if he could have done anything. Today would have been the day he was going to become an apprentice, and while he didn’t think he’d earned it, Sandykit and Littlekit refused to continue calling him Fennelkit, no matter how hard he pleaded. Anxiously, he leaves their new home, the whispers from cats he doesn’t know leaving his ears as he walks. He has to catch them food — One way or another.

Nevertheless, the young tom sets out on that mission, and soon enough, he’s caught wind of a mouse. As soon as he spots it, he bunches up his hind legs, and pounces, only to miss. His tail had moved before him, alerting the mouse.

Mouse-dung, as the late warriors of Thornclan would have said.

Littlekit is in shock.

Littlekit couldn’t believe it. Her mother, Graydapple, the molly she had been curled against just a day ago, was dead. And she couldn’t have saved her, either. Worst yet, her grandfather, Pebblestar, and all the other cats of Thornclan, were dead too! But she didn’t remember any of them like she remembered Graydapple.

She couldn’t help but feel her tiny kit heart breaking, even as she watched Sandykit chase his tail. She wondered if he was even okay, his parents had died, too! She knew he never really got along with them, but isn’t it in their nature to grieve family? Well, he was grumpy all the time, but it was like he wasn’t caring at all that they’d lost their clan!

When she told him her worries, Fennelpaw only sighed, and told her some cats just don’t get along. She resigned herself to accepting this answer.

Relationship events and Statuses:

Littlekit is amused at how Sandykit manages to look so grumpy all the time.

Sandykit is chasing his tail.

Littlekit is worried about Sandykit.

The sprites - Next moon

[the-torn-ones]

Moon 17 events

Nothing interesting happened.

"Dearie me, I had heard there was a cave-in out here in these mountains last year, but I had no idea there were cats in these lands! Ah, I knew there was a reason I felt inclined to come this way..." The brown tom before him hummed, and Fennelstar shifted awkwardly.

"How'd you get through Pounceclan territory without being caught?" He asked, confused.

"Pounce-what now? I don't know, is that those cats who chased me here?" The older tom meowed.

"... Certainly sounds like them." He groaned.

"Well, I bet you young cats need some help, if you're all alone! Certainly could'a used it before now, but I don't tend to make haste these days. By the way, the name's Cracker." Cracker laughed at his own laziness, eyes twinkling.

Fennelstar nodded. "Yeah, Sandyscratch can certainly handle things right now, but he would probably appreciate you regardless. We've been searching for more cats to join for moons."

"Wonderful! Let's get going." Cracker purred, "And on the way, you can tell me all about your silly names and all those stories of yours, friend!"

As they walked, Fennelstar almost thought he glimpsed a dark look on Cracker's face a few times, but he shrugged it off. They needed cats, this was their only choice.

TL;DR

Fennelstar is impressed by something Sandyscratch says, but he ignores Fennelstar immediately after.

Fennelstar invites a loner, Cracker, into the clan while on patrol. He joins and gains the name Crackeriris, becoming a healer.

Moon 1 - Previous moon - Next moon

Crackeriris - Cismasc - Senior adult (99 moons) - Charismatic - Deep dark forest bond

[the-torn-ones]

Moon 16 events

Some raspberry went bad.

Littlesnarl loved listening to Sandyscratch's stories about their clan history, now that he was learning these stories whenever he visited Starclan. His voice was so smooth, so nice to listen to. She loved to fall asleep curled up in his nest with him. She usually said it was because of the cold, but it was greenleaf, so she really had no excuse. His long fur was nice to cuddle with, though.

TL;DR

Littlesnarl is developing a crush on Sandyscratch as he tells her a story.

Fennelstar is listening in.

Moon 1 - Previous moon - Next moon

[the-torn-ones]

Moon 14 events

Fenneltrail -> Fennelstar

Littlepaw -> Littlesnarl

Rimespark, a deceased warrior of Thornclan, offered him a life for mercy, reassuring Fenneltrail that the ceremony would not be long.

Pondwhistle, another warrior of Thornclan, gave him a life for bravery. She seemed certain he would be a wonderful leader.

Dogdapple gave him a life for unity, though he could see the doubt in her eyes.

Wheatspeck, the old tom who had been in the elder's den his entire kithood, gave him a life for courage. He swore he heard Wheatspeck remarking that he'd better be smart.

Graydapple offered him a life for confidence, her eyes glittering happily. She had once been deputy, and now she was bestowing a life to a new leader.

Silentfern, yet another Tornclan warrior, gave him a life for friendship, though he felt she was tense the entire time.

Bouncepaw, a cat he'd heard of before, but never met, bounded forward, and gave him a life for trust.

Finally, Pebblestar came forward, and bestowed him with a life for strength in the face of hardship.

Confused, he looked around, blinking. That wasn't it, there was one more to get...

Then, all of Starclan spoke at once. They gave him his final life together, and started cheering his name.

Fennelstar! Fennelstar! Fennelstar!

A chill of doubt spread through him, but it was too late now, he was waking up. He gulped, and bristled somewhat as his vision ended. Fennelstar lifted his head, panting in a rush of sudden fear, as he stood up.

"Hey! Hey, dude, chill! You're fine, what happened? Did you get rejected?" Sandyscratch meowed, voice full of worry.

"No, no, I'm still leader, I just... I feel a sense of doom..."

TL;DR

Fennelstar and Littlesnarl find a dead kittypet on the thunderpath.

Fennelstar asks Sandyscratch for his wisdom.

Littlesnarl snitched on Fennelstar to Sandyscratch.

Moon 1 - Previous moon - Next moon

[the-torn-ones]

Moon 11 events

Fennelpaw's broken bone has healed.

Fennelpaw stretched as he returned to his nest, tired from the day. He nudged Littlepaw awake, as now was time for her to go on guard duty.

"Mmmh... Already?" She grumbled, getting up.

"Yeah... But hey, don't worry. I'll have your back with my sweet fighting skills, even if Sandypaw can't fight even for a mouse." He joked reassuringly. A paw hit him from beside him, and he flinched. Whoops, Sandypaw heard that...

TL;DR

Fennelpaw and Littlepaw do some training, and discuss his restless sleep.

Fennelpaw promises to always look out for Littlepaw.

Sandypaw caught Fennelpaw complaining about him behind his back.

Moon 1 - Previous moon - Next moon

Littlepaw aged up;

[the-torn-ones]

Moon 7 events

Nothing significant happened.

Littlepaw found herself digging the grave for a cat she barely knew, her mind empty as she dug and dug and dug. Before she knew it, the air was chilling with the sunset, and she was forcing herself to climb out of her hole, and drag the cat's body in.

She hated this. She hated border patrols so much.

TL;DR:

Littlepaw helps Fennelpaw practice a fighting move

Sandypaw wishes the other apprentices could understand him.

Littlepaw appreciates how Sandypaw always seems to ask how she's doing.

Fennelpaw is talking with Littlepaw.

Sandypaw asks Fennelpaw how he's doing.

Littlepaw tries to carry a dying cat home for healing, but does not succeed.

Moon 1 - Previous moon - Next moon

Fennelpaw aged up;

[the-torn-ones]

Moon 5 events

Littlekit -> Littlepaw

charismatic, interested in herbs

Littlepaw tore after Fennelpaw, the two of them running excitedly through the rocky terrain of their forested mountain. She was so excited, now she was old enough to explore, all on her own! Well, Fennelpaw was here, but they were both without mentors still, to her annoyance. Fennelpaw had told her about a loner he was sure he could get to come join, and once he was done showing her around, he’d said he would take her to see them. That’s what they were doing now.

“That’s it! That’s the barn. It’s right on the edge of Pounceclan territory, but I’m sure they won’t mind!” Fennelpaw exclaimed, slowing himself to a fast walk as she caught up.

“Woah! So that’s a barn? Why’s it so big? Where did that name come from?” She asked, tail swishing excitedly. Finally, a grown-up cat! They could finally have more company again!

“I dunno, that’s what the loner said they heard twolegs calling it… Don’t know how they understood those things, but whatever.” Fennelpaw shrugged.

“Oh. That’s a weird name for it, I wonder why they…?” She trailed off in dread as they both heard the sound of a pained hiss from behind a bush.

“Hello?” Fennelpaw called anxiously, eyes full of worry. “It smells like a Pounceclan patrol came through recently, be careful Littlepaw…” He whispered to her.

“Eh? Whoosat?” A rough, raspy voice called from under the bush, and an old grey tabby tom dragged himself out, barely able to move.

“… I um… You’re not the cat I met here a week ago, are you?” Fennelpaw gulped, eyes full of panic.

“Nope. I ain’t seen a whisker of no cats in days! Not since those nasty Pounceclaners or whatever came along and started bein’ all rough-housey again…” The tom coughed harshly after he spoke, and Littlepaw grimaced as something red came out. Memories of the collapse of their old home came back, and she froze.

Graydapple, I’m sorry! Her mind rushed, and she immediately started trying to pull the tom out fully.

“Hey, Littlepaw, watch him. I’m getting Sandypaw, okay?” Fennelpaw said, taking note of her sudden panic, and taking charge of the situation.

“Okay, Dogdapple,” She said plainly, as Fennelpaw paused. He stared at her for a second at the mention of their dead healer’s name, but quickly decided he had to hurry, and left. “Who did this…?” She murmured to the tom, pawing through his pelt to find any injuries — Which, admittedly, he had a lot of cuts.

“Them darn Pounceclaners called me outa my barn for a fight! I tried to fight em off, but there were too darn many. They done tore me up, they did.” He wheezed out more blood, and she grimaced as she found a huge wound on his belly. No way a cat made it with just one swipe.

“Ok… um, my friends have taught me basic first aid, I’m gonna try to stop the bleeding, okay?” She said, trying to reassure herself more than him. She could tell the old tom was more than content with his death, but she wasn’t.

“Don’t bother… My ma’s calling, I gotta answer…” He murmured, his voice weaker with every word. She pressed her paws against his flank, trying to stop the blood that was slowly oozing out at this point. She didn’t hear anyone calling, but she distantly remembered her mother saying something similar to her when she died.

Don’t worry, Littlekit. Your father is calling me.

She gulped, tears prickling at her eyes. Not again… She didn’t want to lose anyone ever again. Even this scraggly old tom, who she’d only just met deserved to live.

She was holding pressure on the wound for longer than she cared to count, tuning the world around her out, even as Sandypaw and Fennelpaw’s scents surrounded her. She barely responded when Sandypaw pulled her away, and nudged her to camp.

[Sandypaw’s POV]

He arrived at the scene, and immediately was horrified to find the tom’s form stilled, and Littlepaw hunched over his body, still trying to stop the nonexistent bleeding.

“Oh stars…” Fennelpaw blinked, and looked to Sandypaw for word on what to do. “Should we still help…?”

Sandypaw moved to sit beside Littlepaw, and sniffed the tom. The faint stench of death hit him, and he recoiled immediately, shaking his head. The tom was probably too far gone when Fennelpaw and Littlepaw had found him, so his concern was on Littlepaw now.

“You find somewhere safe to bury his body, Fennelpaw. I’m taking Littlepaw back to camp and giving her some thyme.” He grunted the order out, and Fennelpaw nodded, obviously still shocked from it all. Sandypaw scruffed Littlepaw, and removed her from the corpse of the tom they’d never met. He understood her concern — the tom had a similar appearance to her mother at first glance — but he needed her to go home and rest now. As she stumbled up and away from the body, he nudged her in the direction of camp. Hopefully she’d recover soon enough to start training with Fennelpaw before the next gathering…

[Fennelpaw’s POV]

He returned to camp just before the last light of the sun faded, his eyes swiftly adjusting to the darkness of their caves. His paws were dirty from digging a grave alone, as hard as he had tried to wash off the dirt in the river near their clan’s burial grounds. He hadn’t given much thought to where to bury the old tom — He’d died a warrior’s death, defending his territory to his last breath. He deserved the honor of being buried as a clan cat. He never knew the tom’s real name, but he decided he’d call him Silverthrush, and dedicate his next hunt to the tom’s journey to his afterlife.

He’d barely thought about it at the time, but looking back, he knew should have realized Littlepaw was in no state to be left alone there. She’d called him Dogdapple, even though she barely knew the young molly who’d once been their senior healer. He frowned at himself in the reflection of the Starstone, huffing as he padded past it. He shouldn’t have left her, and now she was in no condition to hunt tomorrow… And on top of that, they’d have no food for today, because he took so long burying Silverthrush.

“I’m back.” He called softly as he entered the healer’s den, and Sandypaw looked up. Fennelpaw paused, as he gazed at Littlepaw and Sandypaw curled up together in a nest. Oh.

“Shh, don’t be loud. She’s trying to sleep.” Sandypw hushed him, stretching a paw out. The younger tom gently nuzzled Littlepaw, who sleepily butted her head against his.

“I buried him, and I gave him a warrior’s name.” Fennelpaw whispered, crouching down and folding his paws under himself before he got too close.

“What name?” Sandypaw whispered back.

“Silverthrush.”

“That’s nice… Tell me more jokes later, Sandypaw…?” Littlepaw piped up softly, her voice trailing off as she went to sleep.

“…?” He raised a brow at Sandypaw, who looked embarrassed.

“… I had to distract her long enough so she could calm down enough to eat some thyme, okay?” He grumbled.

“Sure dude. Anyways… I buried him with our clanmates. Near your dad, since that was the only spot i could determine was open.” Fennelpaw continued. Sandypaw lowered his head glumly.

“I only hope Silverthrush found peace in death… I sure wouldn’t.” Sandypaw’s voice cracked a little as he spoke.

Somehow, Fennelpaw couldn’t help but agree with that. How could any cat in their situation be happy dying?

TL;DR

Fennelpaw and Littlepaw were unable to save a loner from bleeding out.

Littlepaw called Fennelpaw the wrong name.

Fennelpaw is surprised to hear Sandypaw express an ideal they can agree with.

Sandypaw made Littlepaw laugh again and again.

Littlepaw is in awe of Sandypaw’s growth as a medicine cat apprentice.

Sandypaw is distracted on his patrol today.

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