Gustclan
Number of Cats: 13 (2 of which are kits)
|6F|7M|
Food Consumption: 3
Visit to Moonpool: 25th May (7 days)
Number of Cats: 13 (2 of which are kits)
|6F|7M|
Food Consumption: 3
Visit to Moonpool: 25th May (7 days)
Heronstar woke to a tom sitting very neatly, tail curled perfectly around his paws, looking at her, and spending just a little too long making eye contact with her.
“Hello. You’re Heronstar?” The tom pronounced all his consonants very precisely. Heronstar couldn’t help but mentally compare that to Boulderdash. Certainly, they’d be strange next to each other.
“Correct.”
He flicked his tail just a smidgen, and settled back into his perfect posture. “I’m Bugleclaw.” He didn’t feel the need to clarify that he was sent from Starclan; to him that was obvious, and luckily that was to the leader, too. She hoped his seeming perfectionism fitted into how he performed his duties, and a careful –claw should be pretty helpful to the clan as a whole.
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Argusheart knew she liked the new tom from as soon as he came back with Heronstar. He seemed to be pretty confident in himself and his abilities (without becoming arrogant), and to be far more determined than many of the others. He was also pretty attractive.
She wasn’t ashamed to start flirting with him very soon after first seeing him. He rarely really responded to them, only with friendliness to her.
Several nights after his arrival, Argusheart asked if he wanted to be her mate, trying a half-joking tone so she could brush it off if he said no. To her surprise, he asked if they weren’t already mates- he’d thought they had been for a few days.
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“The new tom seems rather strange, non?” Pearstone sat on the top of the remainder of the two-leg wall, out at the snow beyond. His white pelt meant that all that could be clearly seen of him was his tail against the brick work, his pink nose, and his bright blue eyes.
“Yeah. Real strange. Never saw a cat that would respond well to such rubbish flirting before.” Osierfang jumped up on the wall next to him, looking minute, almost like an apprentice, in comparison. Being short-furred and generally small did that. She supressed a shiver at the cold.
Pearstone had to pause for a long time. “That was not what I meant, but that is another point.” Pearstone didn’t sound certain of that second clause. He turned his head to study the younger cat, and work out if that was her only impression of what was strange. Maybe it was best he not say anything more, yet. That didn’t sit well with him. Talking was a talent, if he wanted to act on it. “Well, it is good to have another warrior, regardless of our impressions.”
“Taking it you don’t like him then, Poirroche.”
Pearstone suppressed his surprise at the way she chose to address him, but then she’d probably just got used enough to it to now how to say his name the way he did. “Non, I will wait to pass judgement. It is not fair to judge before the warrior has attacked.”
Osierfang looked at him in bafflement, wondering what sort of idiom that was. But it seemed a wise thought. “Fine.” She took in a deep breath, and sighed, definitely not hiding a shiver. “I’ll trust you on that.”
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Argusheart stared at the snow as it continued to fall past the strange vertical ice the two-legs had left for their camp. She watched as flake after flake continued to pile up on the rocky clearing below. She thought about how tall Shellpaw was. No way would he be able to get very far through the snow, with its quickly developing depth, especially if it started to deepen. Ideally, due to this, they would be doing their training inside camp, but with how much of a fuss Nettlekit seemed to make about Shellpaw whenever they were close to each other, that didn’t seem like a good idea.
It was a shame it had gotten so cold so quickly. She’d wanted to teach Shellpaw swimming- when the water was as cold as it could be before the flooding of New-leaf. The new warriors would really need to be learning to swim as early as possible so that Gustclan could cope with the inevitable flooding, when it came. That and, if they only ever swum in warm water, then, when it got cold, they’d panic and drown.
But the stream was bound to be frozen over, and going all the way to the lake would probably leave them stranded. No, they’d have to train around camp. It was upsetting her whole schedule, this snow.
Well, it would be, if it weren’t for Bugleclaw.
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Heronstar was about to head off to the Moonpool when she had a moment of (what she thought to be) brilliance. She trotted over to her mate, where he stood, guarding the entrance to camp.
“While I’m at the Moonpool, can you take a group out of whoever’s willing- whether that’s a patrol or hunting- and assess them for how helpful they might be while I’m preoccupied.”
Chubtail smiled at that. “You mean pre-occupied with kits.” He was pleased that she was already making sure the details were planned for this far in advance. “I think hunting may be better. I doubt anything will be attacking that isn’t blatantly obvious in this snow. We can see if there’s any unfrozen sections of water for fishing.”
Heronstar smiled and nodded in recognition of the good idea. “Wish me well, then.” She rubbed her side against her mate’s as she set off.
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Heronstar brought her nose down to touch the Moonpool, and started to speak as soon as her eyes opened to Starclan. “Greetings! Leader’s don’t normally have kits, because of it taking up their time, but I think I have an alternate solution. I hope that when the time comes to trust someone with picking up anything that Chubtail and I cannot then manage, that you can give me guidance on whom to choose.” It was only then that Heronstar really stopped for a proper breath. She’d been so worried about that, that she wasn’t sure how to continue now, really.
“I request a cat, and trust Starclan’s judgement over what rank would be most helpful to Gustclan, and would be helped most by Gustclan.”
[Bugleclaw joins Gustclan]
[Argusheart and Bugleclaw become mates (no kits yet)]
[Myrtleclaw and Droserapaw, and Argusheart and Shellpaw train near camp]
[Boulderdash and Harriepelt stay in camp with the kits, Sparrowkit and Nettlekit]
[Argusheart and Buglestorm stay to guard camp]
[Chubtail, Pearstone and Osierfang go out hunting]
[Heronstone requests any rank of cat from the moonpool]
[Gustclan consumes a big fish – 3 portions]
“Hello. You’re Heronstar?” The tom pronounced all his consonants very precisely. Heronstar couldn’t help but mentally compare that to Boulderdash. Certainly, they’d be strange next to each other.
“Correct.”
He flicked his tail just a smidgen, and settled back into his perfect posture. “I’m Bugleclaw.” He didn’t feel the need to clarify that he was sent from Starclan; to him that was obvious, and luckily that was to the leader, too. She hoped his seeming perfectionism fitted into how he performed his duties, and a careful –claw should be pretty helpful to the clan as a whole.
-----
Argusheart knew she liked the new tom from as soon as he came back with Heronstar. He seemed to be pretty confident in himself and his abilities (without becoming arrogant), and to be far more determined than many of the others. He was also pretty attractive.
She wasn’t ashamed to start flirting with him very soon after first seeing him. He rarely really responded to them, only with friendliness to her.
Several nights after his arrival, Argusheart asked if he wanted to be her mate, trying a half-joking tone so she could brush it off if he said no. To her surprise, he asked if they weren’t already mates- he’d thought they had been for a few days.
-----
“The new tom seems rather strange, non?” Pearstone sat on the top of the remainder of the two-leg wall, out at the snow beyond. His white pelt meant that all that could be clearly seen of him was his tail against the brick work, his pink nose, and his bright blue eyes.
“Yeah. Real strange. Never saw a cat that would respond well to such rubbish flirting before.” Osierfang jumped up on the wall next to him, looking minute, almost like an apprentice, in comparison. Being short-furred and generally small did that. She supressed a shiver at the cold.
Pearstone had to pause for a long time. “That was not what I meant, but that is another point.” Pearstone didn’t sound certain of that second clause. He turned his head to study the younger cat, and work out if that was her only impression of what was strange. Maybe it was best he not say anything more, yet. That didn’t sit well with him. Talking was a talent, if he wanted to act on it. “Well, it is good to have another warrior, regardless of our impressions.”
“Taking it you don’t like him then, Poirroche.”
Pearstone suppressed his surprise at the way she chose to address him, but then she’d probably just got used enough to it to now how to say his name the way he did. “Non, I will wait to pass judgement. It is not fair to judge before the warrior has attacked.”
Osierfang looked at him in bafflement, wondering what sort of idiom that was. But it seemed a wise thought. “Fine.” She took in a deep breath, and sighed, definitely not hiding a shiver. “I’ll trust you on that.”
-----
Argusheart stared at the snow as it continued to fall past the strange vertical ice the two-legs had left for their camp. She watched as flake after flake continued to pile up on the rocky clearing below. She thought about how tall Shellpaw was. No way would he be able to get very far through the snow, with its quickly developing depth, especially if it started to deepen. Ideally, due to this, they would be doing their training inside camp, but with how much of a fuss Nettlekit seemed to make about Shellpaw whenever they were close to each other, that didn’t seem like a good idea.
It was a shame it had gotten so cold so quickly. She’d wanted to teach Shellpaw swimming- when the water was as cold as it could be before the flooding of New-leaf. The new warriors would really need to be learning to swim as early as possible so that Gustclan could cope with the inevitable flooding, when it came. That and, if they only ever swum in warm water, then, when it got cold, they’d panic and drown.
But the stream was bound to be frozen over, and going all the way to the lake would probably leave them stranded. No, they’d have to train around camp. It was upsetting her whole schedule, this snow.
Well, it would be, if it weren’t for Bugleclaw.
-----
Heronstar was about to head off to the Moonpool when she had a moment of (what she thought to be) brilliance. She trotted over to her mate, where he stood, guarding the entrance to camp.
“While I’m at the Moonpool, can you take a group out of whoever’s willing- whether that’s a patrol or hunting- and assess them for how helpful they might be while I’m preoccupied.”
Chubtail smiled at that. “You mean pre-occupied with kits.” He was pleased that she was already making sure the details were planned for this far in advance. “I think hunting may be better. I doubt anything will be attacking that isn’t blatantly obvious in this snow. We can see if there’s any unfrozen sections of water for fishing.”
Heronstar smiled and nodded in recognition of the good idea. “Wish me well, then.” She rubbed her side against her mate’s as she set off.
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Heronstar brought her nose down to touch the Moonpool, and started to speak as soon as her eyes opened to Starclan. “Greetings! Leader’s don’t normally have kits, because of it taking up their time, but I think I have an alternate solution. I hope that when the time comes to trust someone with picking up anything that Chubtail and I cannot then manage, that you can give me guidance on whom to choose.” It was only then that Heronstar really stopped for a proper breath. She’d been so worried about that, that she wasn’t sure how to continue now, really.
“I request a cat, and trust Starclan’s judgement over what rank would be most helpful to Gustclan, and would be helped most by Gustclan.”
[Bugleclaw joins Gustclan]
[Argusheart and Bugleclaw become mates (no kits yet)]
[Myrtleclaw and Droserapaw, and Argusheart and Shellpaw train near camp]
[Boulderdash and Harriepelt stay in camp with the kits, Sparrowkit and Nettlekit]
[Argusheart and Buglestorm stay to guard camp]
[Chubtail, Pearstone and Osierfang go out hunting]
[Heronstone requests any rank of cat from the moonpool]
[Gustclan consumes a big fish – 3 portions]
- Leader:
Heronstar | 54 | Female
Lives: ★★★★★★★★★
↪ Point long-furred molly with blue eyes
Deputy:
Chubtail | 50 | Male
↪ Brown tabby tom with white patches and yellow eyes
** Carries point
Medicine Cat: (1)
Harrierpelt | 29 | Male
↪ Long-furred dark-grey tom with amber eyes
Warriors: (4)
Myrtleclaw | 41 | Male
↪ Long furred pale grey tabby tom with golden eyes
Argusheart | 46 | Female
↪ Chocolate/Dark tortoiseshell molly with pale green eyes
Pearstone “Poirroche” | 28 | Male
↪Long-furred white tom with slightly grey tail and green eyes
Osierfang | 16 | Female
↪Gold-brown tabby molly with green e yes
Bugleclaw | 47 | Male
↪Large, long-furred black tom with hazel eyes
Name | Age | Gender
Apprentices: (2)
Shellpaw | 8 | Male
↪ White tom with grey point and blue eyes
Droserapaw | 8 | Male
↪ Tabby brownish-red tom with blue eyes
** Carries point
Name | Age | Gender
Queens: (1)
Boulderdash | 45 | Female | ••
↪ Slender grey tabby molly with green eyes
↪Scar on shoulder and chipped ear
Name | Age | Gender | •
Kits: (2)
Sparrowkit | 2 | Female
↪ Pale grey tabby newborn molly kit with soon-hazel eyes
Nettlekit | 2 | Female
↪ Pale grey tabby newborn molly kit with blue eyes
Name | Age | Gender
Elders:
Name | Age | Gender
Name | Age | Gender
- Ally Clans:
Clan Name | Username
Clan Name | Username
Enemy Clans
Clan Name | Username
Clan Name | Username
Borders
North East | Mostly Lake | Forestclan | Simonpet
North West | Mostly Lake | Clan Name | Username
East | Road + Stream | Clan Name | Username
South | Road | Wrenclan | Raven Walker
West | Hills | Clan Name | Username
Medicine Store
Borage Leaves (1) | Brings down fevers, improves milk
Burdock Root (2) | Helps cure rat bites (infection, pain)
Catmint (1) | Remedy for green/whitecough
Cobweb (1) | Slow bleeding. Binds broken bones.
Comfrey (1) | Repairs broken bones, sooths wounds.
Helps wrenched claws. Eases itches, inflammation and
stiffness. Helps burns.
Daisy Leaf (1) | Eases aching joints, travelling herb
Feverfew (2) | Reduces body temperature, heals aches
and pains, esp. headaches.
Goldenrod (1) | Helps heal wounds
Honey (1) | Soothes infections, helps damaged throats
and swallowing, soothes coughing, gives energy.
Lungwort (2) | Cures yellowcough
Ragwort (1) | Reduces joint ache, keeps up strength
Tansy (1) | Cures coughs, cure wounds and poisons.
Stops cats from getting greencough. Soothes throats
Watermint (1) | Reduces bellyache
Fresh-Kill Pile:
Frogs | x0 | 1 serving
Mice | x0 | 1 serving
Squirrels | x2 | 2 servings
Rabbits | x2 | 2 servings
Big Fish | x0 | 3 servings
Hares | x2 | 3 servings
Total | 14 | 4 moons’ worth
Mentors:
All: Climb, Fish and/or Hunt
Warrior: Fight, Track
Med Cat: Herb Identification, Heal, Stealth
+Detective: Observe, Investigate, Stealth
+Deputy, from Leader (they’re learned in 3 moons):
Diplomacy, Orate, Stategise
Optional skills (2(+)): Advance skill (above), Agility,
Basic Heal (warrior), Diplomacy,
Fight, Fish, Herb identification, Hunt, Interpret Prophecy,
Investigate, Observe, Orate, Stealth, Strategise, Swim, Track
Myrtleclaw | Droserapaw | 1
Fight, Track,
Argusheart | Shellpaw | 1
Hunt, Track,
Mentor | Apprentice | No. of training sessions | Moves
Deceased Cats:
Elmkitfang | Died shortly after birth
Cat Name | Cause of Death
Family:
★ Heronstar and Chubtail ★ Shellpaw and Droserapaw;
★ Boulderdash and Harrierpelt [Myrtleclaw] ★
Elmkit, Sparrowkit and Nettlekit
Name and Name | Kits
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