Username: jaques
Clan link:
Sunclan
Prompt:
QUEST #1
Tell me about a myth your clan has, you can draw or write about this prompt.
Who tells the clan about this myth? When did it start? Is there some sort creature involved in this myth?
It was a no moon night as the cats of Sunclan gather together under the open skies. It was dark, only the stars gave light as they stood out against the shadows of the sky. Poppystar laid with her paws tucked under her chest while groomed the fur along her back. MapleStory and Nettleclaw spoke quietly together while Mothclaw was gathering the apprentices together.
At the center of the group, Blossomstream waited patiently, her tail loosely tapping the ground (as much as it could). Patchleaf nudges Briarstripe to make room as he and Sorrelwhisker finally join the gathering. After awhile of shuffling paws and quiet whispers, everyone was seated comfortably in a semi-circle around the beloved Medicine Cat of the clan. The newcomer - a temporary addition to hear out one of the old stories, sits in - this was Hana! Sunclan was rather open to strangers, so long as they weren't hostile, and Hana never was. Just curious.
"Shall we begin?" Blossomstream would ask, eye eye glancing from cat to cat as they voice their agreement or nod their heads in approval. At last... "Good. The clan gathers tonight, on the night of a no-moon, to pass on the stories that our ancestors has past onto us. Sunclan is a clan of History - one where we learn from our mistakes and grow to be stronger from them. Our heros, big or small, will have their names uttered from generation to generation, so that their legacy may never die."
The pink and yellow cat closes her eye and takes a deep breath through her nose. She could hear them...the whispers of the dead. Every full Medicine Cat of their clan could. "Tonight the Stars have chosen the story of the Tooth and Claw."
"Oh I know this one!" Cherrypaw would exclaim.
Honeypaw would snort. "Of course you do, it's your favourite."
Blossomstream would smile fondly, waiting patiently for the chatter to stop before she begins, her eye sparkling in the starlight. "Many, many moons ago, in generations past, there was once a great battle the warred between Sunclan and the now defunct Swiftclan. It had started over border disputes, as both clans swore on their faith that the other had trespassed and their scents were found all over the inner territories. Bones of long-since-eaten prey was left unceremoniously where it was dined upon, and trees were marked by unfamiliar claws. The clans were furious with one another, as neither would own up to the deed."
Cherrypaw would giggle excitedly.
"At last the two clans would begin to fight, both harried and at their wits end with the losses of prey each moon that could have gone to their own bellies," The medicine cat says, waving a paw through the air as she told the story, miming the words subconsciously. "No one knew what was going on until one night a ginger she-cat named Coldfur caught glimpse of a pair of cats in the dark. She had been out to make dirt and head towards the river to take a drink when she stumbled upon them. These cats were Tooth and Claw. At first Coldur had mistaken them for Swiftclan cats, as their smell was strikingly similar - however when she burst out to confront them, she was surprised to find that they were not recognizable as any Swiftclan cat she had ever seen - and she was very good at remembering faces!"
"The pair of toms would scurry off quickly, running over the border into enemy territory, much to the she-cat's confusion. In the end, she ran back to camp and woke up her leader, Mottledstar, to tell him all about what she saw. This would enrage him! He didn't believe the cats could be rogues, not when they smelled of Swiftclan and would willingly run back onto their territory, so that meant that they truly
tresspassing. So, the next day was full moon and Mottledstar plans to confront Swiftclan about this, finally having proof. Surely they will see the cats amongst their clan and be able to point them out, right?"
During the pause, Honeypaw would nod. "Right!"
This made Blossomstream smile warmly. "Yes. So this is what they did. Only, when Mottledstar called upon Coldfur to point out the cats, she was dismayed to find that they weren't there! Swiftclan's leader, Stoatstar, was smug and called our leader a liar, as obviously they can't convict cats that never existed, and all their warriors were there tonight like normal! By the time the clan got back to camp, our leader was fuming and blamed poor Coldfur for the whole ordeal for making it up, even though she reminds him that she didn't remember their faces to begin with - that they couldn't have been Swiftclan cats, they had to be rogues. He, however, did not listen."
"Truly a pity, the petty war would have ended much sooner if the leader had believed his warrior," Nettlefang sneers, glancing to his mate who was sat by his side. She would nod.
"Right. I mean...the signs were there. Why would she lie?" Maplestorm agreed.
"Indeed. This entire folly would last a few moons until an instance where Swiftclan had caught sight of the rogues this time. They assumed, much like Mottledstar had, that they were enemy clan cats, and chased them off with a serious warning. When full moon came, they called them out on it, at this point Coldfur would speak up and ask about their appearances, despite a sharp warning from her leader to speak in turn. Swiftclan complied and gave descriptions that Coldfur would shout out in surprise that they were the same cats
she had seen!" Blossomstream stood, walking around the circle as she told the story. (wip)
Clan link:
Sunclan
Prompt:
QUEST #2
Do any of your cats have any fears/phobias? You may only draw your response to this prompt.
Clan link:
Sunclan
Prompt:
QUEST #3
What does your founder's family tree look like? You may only write your response to this prompt.
Poppystar was a clanborn, her names growing up being Poppykit, Poppypaw, and Poppystorm. She had two littermates, a brother named Goosewhisker and a sister Hollynose. The trio, growing up, were rather close, near inseparable, in fact. As kits they often snuck out of camp, and as apprentices they trained (ruthlessly) with one another. However, Hollynose fell in love with a rogue and would come to leave the clan for him (though permitted to come back any time), while Goosewhisker died of greencough last winter. Poppystar still grieves his loss.
As for her parents, they were Mintheart and Gorseclaw, bother senior warriors when they had finally had kits - they were a miracle as the pair had assumed they were barren. Mintheart, however, died while the kits we're still nurseries due to a respiratory infection, leaving the kits to nurse off, and grow up alongside, Nettlefang and his mother, Dappledleaf.
Gorseclaw, however, was a doting and living father and taught his kits everything. He only recently came to retire before dying of old age, while Dappledleaf was killed by a monster some moons ago.
Then there are Poppystar's kits with Pigeonear, who are currently wild apprentices.