★ Create A Clan Fanclub V.3 ★

[Katrione]

@Hiraeth

Glad I could help

Let's do that then!! my south east, your north west


@Winter

Sure!!

[Chamrosh]

So my original plan for my next Gustclan post is to have a series of interviews to get clues, and then have next post have my solution to my murder case done, but it's incredibly hard to work out how to make them all unique and interesting and get on with it in a way where there's enough evidence without going back to speak to the same cat over and over again.
I don't want to spend forever on it, because I'm going away for a couple of weeks starting on Friday, and I really want to get my solution up and posted before then!

Part of the reason I wanted to do interviews with each one is to establish how Pearstone would think each of them would tend to murder, and how the murder would have gone if each of them were doing it (Baynesian logic is pretty fun to mess around with! It's how likely, given an event occurring in the past, a certain outcome was to then happen, which means you can work out what occurred first based on what later happened.). Which would then help with later things a lot. But if I skipped it, and just established that he'd gone through that from what he says, then I could still use that later while keeping the information in entirely at least partly to myself for later use.
So I can definitely get away with not doing the interviews themselves, and given I want to get it done before my hiatus-y bit, I'd rather not be faffing around with something that's so difficult when I could be getting on with it.

I'm thinking I to just have this one post entirely focused on the Poirot speech of all the points of evidence he got instead and then get to solutions, or just skip that post and get onto the one about the solution, but I'm not sure? Beware you will need to brace yourself for a lot of Pearstone pretending he's French if I do two posts (but at the same time, I'll get a lot of practice!)
Does anyone think either of those options is significantly better than the other?

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@everyone

rolls into chat
okay guys i kinda decided tempest should have an evil son
maybe not evil but ambitious and misguided
???
either way i have no idea who would be his mate tho
help

also tempest needs to lose his first life soon
somebody help
how should it happen

[requiem,]

@I.C *appears out of nowhere*
maybe a naive and gullible cat who has this major crush on him?

also, ways for tempest to loose lives:
- a thunderpath in/near your territory,
- badger/fox/dog attack.
- poisonous plant,
- animal traps,
- drowning,
- falling

[Arya22]

@deimos

Just out of curiosity (and to know how much I need to hurry while typing my posts) how often do you post replies?

[jouska.]

@anyone
I just created a new clan and was wondering how many posts I have until the hunting thing starts to apply? (Because Ravenstar is only one cat and can't patrol and be at the moonpool at the same time, so...)

[Arya22]

@hiareth

I'm pretty sure it's you don't have to make your cats eat in the first three posts.

I actually didn't know that and made him hunt before I got new cats. XD

[requiem,]

@borders
i'm a little late but is anybody interested in bordering mapleclan?

north // brook // clan name

south // clearing // clan name

west // maple forest // roseclan

east // dense forest // caveclan

[amethyst14]

I have eight more cats to write for and a few of them have the same story! I am so proud of myself and I even have half my next post typed up, it has been a great day to write But i have to take a break and go watch me some GoT!

I just felt like informing you all, not that it matters! But in the event that I ever restart (not likely) every one will have a detailed cat haha

[ashton.]

i am very pleased to announce that the winner of my adoptable is...

I.C.

name: brindleclaw
gender: she-cat
age: sixty-three moons
personality in five words:
grouchy, introverted, loyal, cautious, courageous

prompt:

flinteyes gave a grunt as he pulled back from the water, whiskers dripping and a shiver running up his spine. "urk--" he huffed, fur standing on end as the minnow slipped back into the river, beyond the ice that they'd meticulously chipped away from the surface. "slippery!"

tempeststar gave a laugh, soft flakes of snow resting on the tip of his dark nose, green eyes soft as he watched, the tip of his tail flicking once. "that might be because you're doing it wrong, furball," the leader purred in amusement, coming over to sit by the edge. "watch closely."

the black tom peered down into the depths, eyes trained on the murky liquid as he waited. for a long moment, there was nothing, until a flash of silver caught his attention.

"there!" meowed flinteyes, and tempeststar darted out a paw, catching the creature and sending it up into the air. just as the tom reached out, jaws open wide to clamp down around the slimy body of his prey there was a crack, the ice breaking and tugging away with force. with a hiss of surprise, the two scrambled back, the minnow flopping about a second before slipping back into the water.

to the left, a large, white paw emerged from the broken ice, claws sinking into the bank before pulling out a heavy tabby body after it, jaws clenched around a writhing trout. the intruder's amber eyes were half-lidded, thick coat dripping wet, and she shook herself, scattering freezing drops of liquid into the air like a dog. she was larger than either tom, a beast of a cat, and her whiskers quivered as she dropped her prey into the snow, holding it down with one paw before tearing into its head with her mighty fangs, ending its life easily. awe pooled within tempeststar, and, in the silence of the snowy landscape around them, he felt a tug on his heart, a whisper in his ear.

"what in starclan's name--" flinteyes gaped, before bristling hesitantly, clearly not wanting to challenge the brutal hunter standing before them. at his words, she finally looked over, almost lazily, as if just now noticing their presence. "what are you doing?!"

"...what am i doing?" the she-cat responded, repeating the words like the answer was obvious, shrugging off his question. "i'm eating."

"i can see that--" flinteyes hissed, claws flexing as his ear twitched. "this is tempestclan territory! you can't hunt whatever you like here!"

"clan territory?" she blinked, before huffing. "oh. my apologies. i didn't realize. i'll be leaving now."

at that, flinteyes's aggression turned to confusion, and he cocked his head just barely. "...eh? really?"

"of course not, mouse-brain. i'm going to sit here and eat my kill, and there's nothing you can do about it." the she-cat flopped down into the snow, pulling the trout closer and ripping a bite from it as flinteyes gaped, grey fur on end.

"i just told you, this is tempestclan territory! leave now, or--"

"or what?" the she-cat growled through her bite, before swallowing, tongue swiping away scraps of flesh from her jaws. "you'll attack me? try to drive me out? you barely have scent markers up, and your territory upkeep is terrible. it's likely that there's only the two of you, am i right?"

the grey tom's expression faded from anger to bitter acceptance, her words true and biting deep. tempeststar gently rested his tail on the warrior's shoulder. "...that is mostly true. we have a medicine cat in our camp, but it is just the two of us left to defend this place."

the she-cat snorted, eyes narrowing. "at least you admit it. do what you like, but i'm staying put. this area is good for hunting during the winter."

the leader watched her a moment as she turned back to devouring her catch, and the tug in his chest grew deeper, more profound. he'd never seen a cat like this one--so big, so fierce, so skilled. he could tell by the way she held herself that she was confident in her ability, never relaxing for a moment, and it humbled him. even with the two of them, there would likely be considerable bloodshed should they attempt to fight her. in fact, it was probable that the both of them would lose their lives if they challenged her.

"what is your name?" tempeststar asked, and flinteyes glanced over in confusion.

the she-cat glanced back at them, tail lashing.

"brindle. i just go by brindle."

"i am tempeststar, leader of the clan and protector of this territory. if you refuse to go, then will you join our clan? we are few, yes, but we are tenacious, and your skills would benefit this clan. in return, we can offer you shelter, security, and community. i will admit that it looks as if you need none of those things, but we are hard pressed for growth. please, join us."

as the black tom finished talking, the she-cat began to chuckle, whiskers quivering. she licked scraps of fish from them, sitting up. "me? join you? i've no intention of becoming a clan cat again. no--i will not join, and i will not leave. if you want me gone, you and your pathetic seedling of a clan can come chase me out." her laugh turned to a snarl, and she lashed her tail, before turning, stalking away, her tabby-and-white body blending with the snow and withered winter foliage around them. in moments, she was gone from view, leaving the two to stare after her.

"tempeststar--" flinteyes began, ready to console his leader, but when he glanced up he saw that there was no need. the black tom's green eyes glowed, gleaming with determination. his whiskers shivered in anticipation, and he swallowed, a fire ignited in his chest.

brindle, the tom thought, claws flexing. i will make you the deputy of this clan.

at that, tempeststar turned, leaving a bewildered flinteyes to follow after him in confusion.

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every day after that, tempeststar made it his goal to hunt the tabby she-cat down.

he would mostly go on his own, tracking her down through the snow and leaving flinteyes behind--after all, as much as he appreciated his young warrior, he was certainly frightened that the grey tom's abrasive personality would only worsen his chances of persuading the she-cat to join. the longer he trailed her, the more confident he became that she was the one starclan had marked to become the deputy of tempestclan--he was sure of it. in fact, he'd never been more certain of anything in his life.

when he saw her, it set his heart aflame, and his mind would tremble at how small, how insignificant he felt at her side. watching her hunt, watching her glide soundlessly over the snowy banks or through the freezing river, he'd never seen a hunter with as much prowess as she. all the while, he heard his ancestors whisper tales of greatness in his ears, and his vision of tempestclan's glory would unfold, laying itself out for him to gaze upon.

yet, she always declined.

she never threatened him, never raised a claw or bristled her shoulders defensively when he made his presence known. without hesitation, she would turn a cold shoulder to the tom, but it mattered little to him. he continued to try.

it was a particularly snowy day that she finally conceded.

the wind lapped at their coats, and the fish under brindle's claws had already begun to freeze over, stiff. at first, tempeststar didn't realize what had been said, didn't register the sudden change in response.

"...pardon?"

"i said yes, on one condition." the she-cat murmured, golden eyes narrowed, claws sinking into the flesh of the frigid prey. "you must battle me. show me that you're strong enough to lead me."

at the words, tempeststar felt the first inkling of self-doubt. fight her? was she insane? his green gaze trailed over her bloodied muzzle, then her large paws, adorned his sharp, deadly talons. he was certain he would lose a life if he fought her. was death worth bringing this cat into the clan, especially when she had no true reason to come? hesitation gripped him, but the burning in his chest wouldn't let him go.

"i'll do it."

he'd barely spoken the words when she lunged, claws outstretched. just barely, tempeststar ducked out of the way, twisting to roll onto his back before leaping to his paws, only to just barely miss a blow to the face, the air whistling in his ears as he backpedaled just out of reach. for a cat so big, she was fast, and her amber eyes burned when they met his, darkened with moons of practice in battle, perhaps beginning before he was even born. just barely, he panicked. he was hardly capable of dodging, much less returning her violent blows. despite that, he continued, getting pushed back into the snow.

pain exploded through the tom's shoulder as the she-cat large, white paw collided with muscle and bone there, and he bowled over, rolling away into the snow. she stopped, watching with a flicking tail as he shifted to get up, cautiously putting weight on his leg. it was sore, but, to his surprise, the skin hadn't been broken, no blood seeping into his fur. a mistake?

as soon as he was on his feet, brindle leapt at him again, and he swiveled his body, turning to shift his weight into his front legs. the she-cat's eyes widened in realization, and she slowed just enough to only get nicked by the leader's hind claws as he kicked out, scratching her nose. she back up, and he turned to lunge in return, only to have her bring down her paw hard on the top of his head, retreating as his vision swam and he stumbled, before shaking his head. the tabby she-cat stared, as if gauging him, and his eyes darted about, searching for a way to get the upper hand. he spotted a large, snowy cedar behind him, and his green optics narrowed. leaping backwards, his back paws met with bark, and he shoved off from the solid perch, claws outstretched as he came down at the bigger cat. she stepped back again, eyes growing wide with surprise, but it didn't take her long to recover. in a split second, she darted to the side, clamping her teeth down on his tail as he landed in the heavy snow and tugging sharply. he rolled onto his side, losing balance, and collapsed in the cold, white banks, breathing heavily, vision spinning.

"...you have so much to learn." the she-cat murmured, and tempeststar thought her saw her gaze soften. his heart felt like it was being squeezed in his chest, and he struggled to stand.

"wait! i can keep fighting! please, i promise i'll show you! i can beat you!" he pleaded, swaying on his feat. the she-cat only snorted, reaching out to bat him softly, sending him tumbling.

"mouse-brain. i didn't say you had to beat me." she growled. "i know you could keep fighting--you could keep fighting for nine lives. but what would that do you? you might beat me, eventually, but what about your clan? with half or more of your lives exhausted, how would you face them?"

the words bit deep, and tempeststar sat back, green optics wide. he was a fool--what would he have done if she'd killed him? how could he face his clan? worse, what if he'd suffered defeat and lost most, if not all of his lives? what kind of leader was he?

"...at the same time, it's good that you're willing to risk so much just to ensure the strength of your clan going forward. in the future, don't confuse sacrifice with success. you don't have to give up your life to get what your clan deserves." brindle turned her head away, and tempeststar looked down at his paws, warmth spreading through him. he hadn't been wrong, after all--after all of this, he new for certain that he'd made the right choice.

"...brindle. you mentioned nine lives, and you knew so many complex battle moves--who trained you?"
he inquired.

his vision was beginning to clear, and he could see a deep-rooted sorrow in brindle's eyes.

"i was a clan cat, once. the name does not matter, for many, many moons ago it was wiped clean from the forest. we suffered a raid from an enemy clan, and my mate was slaughtered in the heat of the battle. my kits were lost, likely stolen. there were few survivors." the tabby-and-white she-cat seemed different, now, and it made sense to the tom. she'd lost everything, unable to protect even her kits. surely, she did not wish to experience such suffering again, and chose to live alone, a wandering outcast. she looked fierce and dangerous, but it was likely she would never lay a paw on anycat she did not feel was an absolute threat to her life. her sheathed paws and careful movements were a testament to that.

blood streamed from her nose, dripping onto the snow, and the tom stood, a bit unsteady. the large she-cat shifted, offering her shoulder for him to lean on.

"brindle." he meowed quietly. "i know nothing of such tragedy. i know little about battle and death. i am still learning what it means to be a leader, but i want you to guide me. i want you to teach me, to help me make the best life i can for this clan. i want you to sit by my side as my deputy."

the she-cat blinked, before simply giving a curt nod. "...if that is what you wish, then i would be honored. be warned, however. i will not be easy with you."

tempeststar chuckled wryly. "i don't think i'd forgive you if you weren't." he returned, before relaxing. "what was your warrior name?"

brindle shook her head. "...choose what you believe suits me best."

the black tom fell quiet a moment, before he glanced up, green eyes warm, flames beginning to burn within him once more as his chest swelled with pride. "...brindleclaw."

the she-cat's eyes softened. "...scary."

"i think it suits you."

truly, tempestclan has been blessed, beyond a shadow of a doubt. my heart aches--my mind trembles at the sight of it, a future i could only have wished for in my wildest dreams, unfolding before my very paws.

i loved how you hinted at such a rich history behind her, and i really can't wait to read more about her!
congratulations!! :D


everyone did a spectacular job on their entries! this was extremely hard to judge.

by the way, they were actually based on my own cat XD