RavenClan

My gallery · by **inky.** » Thu Mar 26, 2020 2:47 pm

Number of Cats: 17 toms ; 15 mollies ; 01 other ; 33 total| Next Starclan Visit: whenever | Serving Size: 6 | Mod Notes: please no deaths atm!

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Kitewhisker paced nervously. It had been a while since Weaselstar had left to return Frostpaw to TwistedClan. He had appointed the deputy in charge. Thankfully, there was no more rogue business, but Kitewhisker was still unsure of her abilities. She took a deep breath and made her way through the gathered cats and perched atop the gathering stone. “Cats of RavenClan, we are here to make three amazing apprentices. Oriolekit, Turtlekit, and Picklekit, you are six moons of age, and are ready to take on your training.” The deputy looked fondly down at the three. Oriolekit was restless, his excitement as vibrant as his coat. Turtlekit was smiling happily, and Picklekit was just looking up at Kitewhisker quietly. The she-cat swallowed. Picklekit had always struck her as strange. She didn’t seem to partake in the usual kit activities, and instead prefered to stay in the nursery. Kitewhisker didn’t persecute the young cat for this, she just didn’t see the appeal. She shook the thought from her head and returned to the ceremony. “Oriolekit,” She called “Please step forward.” The ginger tom bounced to his paws, slightly startling Picklekit, and trotted up to the stone.” Kitewhisker scanned the crowd. “Jaguarslip. You have proven yourself a dedicated and loyal warrior. You are ready for your first apprentice. Oriolekit, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Oriolepaw.” The two toms touched noses, and the new apprentice joined his mentor at the back of the crowd. Kitewhisker continued the ceremony, assigning Turtlepaw and Picklepaw to Cypresstail and Snakewhisper respectively. The three apprentices now sat beside their mentors. All cats were overjoyed, except for Agaricthroat and Riversnap who were whispering nervously as Picklepaw walked away with Snakewhisper.

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Skinknose waited beneath the willow tree that swayed peacefully in the middle of the camp. She looked to the entrance with a smile. Her kits were out on their very first patrol of the territory, and she wanted to be the first to greet them when they got back. She also had burning news for them, and anxiety swirled in her chest. It wasn’t long before she saw a ball of orange rush into camp. Oriolepaw spotted his mother and threw himself towards her. “Skinknose!” He cried with joy “That was so cool! I didn’t know our territory was so unique!” Turtlepaw and Picklepaw followed slowly behind. Skinknose let out a chuckle as she nuzzled her three kits. “Did you two have fun as well?” Picklepaw nodded. “The flower fields were my favorite.” She smiled quietly “They were very pretty and they smelled good.” The she-cat nodded. “Droserathorn and Riversnap love the fields.” Skinknose told them “Maybe Riversnap could tell you some stories about her adventures there.” Picklepaw’s eyes lit up. She didn’t feel comfortable around many cats, but Riversnap was her favorite warrior besides her mother and Snakewhisper. “I liked the marshy part.” Turtlepaw added “I saw some cool tracks in the mud.” The four talked about the patrol for a moment. When a natural lull came, Skinknose grasped the opportunity. “So, I wanted to talk to you about something.” She sighed. The kits settled down, and looked at their mother with concern in their eyes. “I know that you are apprentices now, but you will always be my kits. Your father and I never had a true relationship, and I’m fine with that. In fact, I’ve come to realize that I don’t have a yearning to have a mate. But the thing is, I have so much love to give that I just want a large family. I’ve met another tom. We...we really bonded, and I’m thinking of having a litter with him. But I wanted to tell you before anything was decided. I love you three. You will always be my kits, and my future kits are not meant to replace you, and they won’t. If anything, I will have the most love for you, since you three were my first litter, and I adore each and every one of you. Please don’t think I’m a kit-crazed she-cat, I just....” She trailed off, unsure of where to go. Oriolepaw swallowed. “Is he nice?” He asked tensely. Skinknose looked at him. “What?” The tom flicked an ear. “This new tom,” he elaborated “Is he nice?” The mother smiled and gave a sincere nod. Oriolepaw lifted his eyes. They were full of support and understanding. So much so, that it took Skinknose aback. “We will always love you too, Skinknose.” He promised “As long as you’re safe.” Turtlepaw nodded. “You’re our mother. You do so much for us, we respect your decisions.” She added. Picklepaw smiled. “I’ve always wanted more siblings.” She meowed. The four embraced tightly, the love from Skinknose’s heart threatening to burst from her chest. Licking her kits’ ears, she sent them off to claim their nest space in the apprentice’s den, watching them the whole way.

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Droserathorn absentmindedly watched Owlgaze play with her kits in the center of camp. Their presentation had gone well, and everyone was fawning over the strong Yarrowkit and clumsy Robinkit. But the shaman had other things to worry about. Birds were sacred in RavenClan. Hunting them was strictly against the Guardian’s rules. Yet somehow, groups of birds were found dead scattered around the territory. There were no bite marks, no sign of injuries, they were just dead. Some cats were reluctant to let the prey go to waste, but Droserathorn had reminded them that Aita was not one to be angered. They promptly agreed, and the cats buried the birds with respect. The shaman had a bad feeling about the whole situation, though. Maybe it was meant to be a warning. Snake tracks had been found near one of the piles. His eyes moved to Snakewhisper, who was talking to Jaguarslip. Doubt clouded his mind. He was probably stretching this way too far. Still, an uneasy feeling permanently nestled itself in the back of his mind.

Droserathorn’s pondering session was interrupted abruptly by a screech. He saw a shadow glide over the camp and Kitewhisker yowled from the overhang of the den. “Eagle!” She cried. Cats immediately scattered, trying to seek cover from the predator that swooped down. Thankfully, it missed Spiketuft narrowly, and he was able to press himself against the apprentice’s den next to Bananapaw. As the eagle circled around again, Droserathorn’s eyes snapped to Owlgaze, who was still scrambling back to the nursery. Yarrowkit bounded to the stone building quickly, Owlgaze right behind him. Droserathorn’s eyes widened in horror as he saw Robinkit trip and skidd along the ground. “Robinkit!” He screeched. But it was too late. He watched petrified as the eagle’s large talons wrapped around the small kit. Its talons pierced her sides, and whipped her off the ground. Owlgaze bunched her muscles and flung herself at the bird. It was in vain, though, and all the mother could do was watch her daughter wail as she was carried into the sky. Her cries grew quieter and quieter, until only shocked silence filled the camp.

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When Robinkit opened her eyes, all she could see was a clearing. It wasn’t like the one in the camp, though. This one was dark, but not scary, just dark. Flecks of stars glowed within the bushes that circled the clearing and the trees swayed carelessly in the light breeze. Suddenly, the dark bushes rustled. Robinkit was afraid, and tried to press herself into the ground. A sleek black cat emerged from the spot. His figure was intimidating, but his eyes showed nothing but gentle kindness. “Hello little one.” He murmured quietly “Don’t be afraid.” For some reason, the words calmed the small kit. “Are you the Guardian?” She asked innocently. Aita chuckled softly. “Yes, but you can call my Aita.” He motioned for her to rise to her paws, and she did. She slowly began to feel comfortable around him. “What is this place?” She asked, walking beside him “And why is it so empty?” The Guardian sighed, looked at the trees sprawling in front of the pair. “This is the Garden. It’s where cats of RavenClan go when they pass on to the afterlife.” He explained “And it may seem empty for now, but it won’t be for long.” He gave the kit a reassuring smile. “But until then, let’s get you settled, eh?” Robinkit smiled up at him and followed the Guardian into the forest.

Patrol: Amberclaw, Kitewhisker, Haypelt, Wrenpetal
Hunting: Spiketuft, Cypresstail, Jaguarslip, Snakewhisper
Hunting: Cubsnarl, Antlerpool, Snowdrift, Hollymist
Hunting: Agaricthroat, Goldfinch, Littlefawn, Wrenpetal
Training: Haypelt teaches Bananapaw stamina ; Littlefawn teaches Marshpaw stamina ; Antlerpool teaches Lionpaw battle ; Cubsnarl teaches Bluepaw agility ; Kitewhisker teaches Dashpaw fishing ; Amberclaw teaches Cometpaw fishing ; Wrenpetal teaches Vixenpaw battle ; Jaguarslip is Oriolepaw's mentor ; Cypresstail is Turtlepaw's mentor ; Snakewhisper is Picklepaw's mentor
Rank Changes: n/a
Herb Collection: Droserathorn (Droserathorn assists Riversnap, using x1 chervil and x1 burnet)
Mates/Births: Riversnap (now!) ; Ibisheart(1) ; Skinknose tries for kits with Raviolinose of ChessClan
Servings: x3 squirrels
Other: An eagle attacks the camp, killing Robinkit. The Clan mourns
Cats to find:

Leader:
➣ | Weaselstar | 56 m | M
Lives: ★★★★★★★★★

Deputy:
➣ | Kitewhisker | 41 m | F

Shaman:
➣ | Droserathorn | 56 m | M
Skill Points: ✿✿✿✿✿

Warriors:
➣ | Agaricthroat | 49 m | M
➣ | Antlerpool | 32 m | F
➣ | Snowdrift | 32 m | F
➣ | Haypelt | 47 m | M
➣ | Cypresstail | 23 m | M
➣ | Goldfinch | 48 m | M
➣ | Amberclaw | 48 m | F
➣ | Hollymist | 32 m | M
➣ | Wrenpetal | 47 m | F
➣ | Cubsnarl | 45 m | M
➣ | Spiketuft | 18 m | M
➣ | Littlefawn | 41 m | F
➣ | Snakewhisper | 40 m | M
➣ | Jaguarslip | 29 m | M
[url=link]➣[/url] | Name | Age | Gender

Apprentices:
➣ | Bananapaw | 16 m | F
➣ | Marshpaw | 12 m | F
➣ | Lionpaw | 12 m | M
➣ | Bluepaw | 14 m | M
➣ | Dashpaw | 9 m | M
➣ | Cometpaw | 9 m | M
➣ | Vixenpaw | 9 m | F
➣ | Oriolepaw | 6 m | M
➣ | Turtlepaw | 6 m | F
➣ | Picklepaw | 6 m | F
[url=link]➣[/url] | Name | Age | Gender

Queens:
➣ | Skinknose | 34 m | F
➣ | Owlgaze | 31 m | F
➣ | Riversnap | 52 m | F
➣ | Ibisheart | 26 m | NB (AFAB)
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Kits:
➣ | Yarrowkit | 2 m | M
[url=link]➣[/url] | Name | Age | Gender

Elders:
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My gallery · by **inky.** » Sat Apr 04, 2020 3:01 pm

Number of Cats: 18 toms ; 18 mollies ; 01 other ; 37 total| Next Starclan Visit: whenever | Serving Size: 7 | Mod Notes: please no deaths atm!

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last moon

Droserathorn had been a part of several births. He usually left after everyone was settled and allowed the mate to see them. But this time, he was the mate. He never thought fatherhood would suit him, but as soon as he saw each kit, he knew he would do his best, no less. The tom was now pressing himself close to Riversnap, resting his chin on his mate’s hip. “They’re so perfect.” He sighed with a huge grin. Riversnap giggled. “I think that’s the most I’ve ever seen you smile.” She purred, flicking his cheek with her tail. The shaman chuckled, and looked down at his three kits. “They look like a mix of us.” He observed. Riversnap nodded. “The tom looks like you, just darker.” She added. “Yea, he got his good looks from me.” The new mother rolled her eyes at his words. “I was thinking Newtkit for him.” She meowed “When I was out for a walk yesterday, I saw a newt that was the same color. I thought it would be cute.” Droserathorn grinned. “That’s perfect.” He purred. He hadn’t really thought about names, but as his eyes watched his youngest daughter, one popped into mind. He swallowed nervously. “D-Do you mind if I name one?” He asked sheepishly. Rivernsnap laughed incredulously at him. “Of course not!” She giggled “They’re your kits! As long as it’s not something cruel, like Fleakit.” Droserathorn blinked in shock. “Who would name their kit after a parasite?” He growled. “Someone with a heart of grass.” A voice scoffed from the nursery entrance. “Agaricthroat!” Riversnap purred, nuzzling her friend as he came closer. “You didn’t think I would miss out on seeing your kits, did you?” The warrior asked “I’m their designated uncle, I’ve got to meet ‘em!” The new mother purred. “Well, meet Newtkit, and…” She trailed off, looking to Droserathorn. “Oleanderkit.” He completed, pointing to the lighter kit. “Oleanderkit.” His mate repeated lovingly. “We just need a name for the middle she-kit.” Agaricthroat tilted his head. “Didn’t you give Droserathorn a seed to plant?” He recalled “Her stripes look like a little seed on her flank.” The two new parents looked at each other and grinned. “Newtkit, Seedkit, and Oleanderkit.” The father sighed, nuzzling his mate. “Our kits are so perfect, Droserathorn.” She murmured “I love you so much.” The tom nodded. “I love you too.”

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this moon

Droserathorn fidgeted in his sleep. He could’ve sworn he heard rustling nearby, but he flicked an ear and curled up tighter. Suddenly, he felt something small and warm prod his shoulder. His head shot up and his fur went on end. Between his paws stood Oleanderkit, wide-eyed in fear. The moon glinted in her green eyes and she scuttled back. Droserathorn took a big breath, calming his heart from the scare. “Oleanderkit.” He huffed “What d’you think you’re doin’?” The small kit shuffled her paws. “I-I couldn’t sleep. Newtkit kept kicking me, and Seedkit snores.” She mewed “Plus I missed you. Why didn’t you say goodnight to us?” The shaman sighed, pulling her close. “I’m sorry darlin’.” He meowed, licking his daughter’s head. “Today was a long day, and by the time I was done storing my herbs you were already asleep.” Oleanderkit huffed and stuck her nose in the air. Droserathorn chuckled. He hugged her close to his chest and she curled up against his paws. “Here, let me make it up to you. There’s this lullabye my mother used to sing to me when I couldn’t sleep.” Oleanderkit beamed. “Oh, yes yes!” She squeaked. “You have to settle down first” Her father told her, and she instantly stopped moving, getting comfortable against his arms. Droserathorn took a deep breath and cleared his throat. “The night breeze is blowing. The sun is asleep. The sky is dark, but darling don’t weep. The dew will come, the sun will arrive. But for now, my sweet, close your eyes. In the morn’ you can play, but here, my darling, we must stay…” He trailed off as Oleanderkit drifted into sleep. “Works every time.” He yawned quietly, resting his head next to hers. He fell asleep thinking of fond memories of his childhood, memories he would help Oleanderkit make. In his dreams, he awoke in the Garden, and Aita walked to him.

The next morning, Riversnap stood proudly, the three kits tumbling around her paws. “RavenClan, I present to you Newtkit, Seedkit, and Oleanderkit!” She cried with joy. The cats gathered erupted into purrs and murmurs of cuteness. “I also have something to announce.” Droserathorn stepped forward. The shaman motioned for Oleanderkit to follow him. She did, but was very confused. “As you all know, the Guardian has a plan for us. Last night, he visited me in my dreams. He told me that the next Shaman must come from the direct bloodline of the previous. He has chosen Oleanderkit to be the next shaman. When she is able to, I will take her as my apprentice.” He finished. Looking down, he saw excitement in his daughter’s eyes. “I can’t wait!” She squeaked. Looking back to Riversnap she grinned from ear to ear. “Mamma did you hear that?” She mewled “I’m going to be a shaman!” Riversnap giggled. “Yes, dear I know. Congratulations.” The Clan cheered the litter, and Droserathorn looked down at his successor. He would make sure she would become the best shaman RavenClan had ever seen.

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“Stop!” Jaguarslip cried, burying his face into his paws with embarrassment. “Jaguar has a crush! Jaguar has a crush!” Agaricthroat sang joyfully. Haypelt laughed as the warrior’s dark face grew hot and red. “It’s not a crush!” Jaguarslip promised “I really like him!” Agaricthroat chuckled, are you at least going to tell us his name?” Jaguarslip eyed his friend. “His name is Seismicwhisper. He’s from ChessClan.” He meowed quietly. “Seismicwhisper.” Agaricthroat echoed “Isn’t that a hyperbole?” Haypelt shook his head. “Oxymoron.” He corrected, taking another bite of his meal. Agaricthroat chuckled again, resting his tail on his friend’s back. “I’m glad you found a tom.” He purred to Jaguarslip “You two seem like a perfect match. I’d love to meet him sometime.” Haypelt nodded. “I suppose I’m the only single one of our friend group now.” He sighed with fake sadness. He was truly happy for them. Unlike the other two, though, he was very much into she-cats. Agaricthroat noticed his change in mood, and gave him a half smile. Haypelt looked over his shoulder and his eyes landed on the new dappled she-cat that joined RavenClan recently. “Eyeing Reefpelt, are we?” Jaguarslip meowed slyly. Haypelt’s head snapped back to the group. “What?” He meowed, eyes wide. “You don’t need to act coy.” Agaricthroat purred “She’s a pretty she-cat. We can help you if you want.” Haypelt huffed. “I don’t need your help.” He determined. “Really?” His two companions said simultaneously. “Positive.” He assured. Agaricthroat smirked. “If you’re so confident why don’t you go talk to her?” He meowed silkily. Jaguarslip agreed. Before long, Haypelt found himself walking on shaky legs towards the new addition. He swallowed as he followed her long legs to her lithe frame and pretty face. Licking his lips, he cleared his throat and waited for Antlerpool to retreat. The tom nodded, took a sharp breath, and sauntered confidently up to his target. “Hey.” He said smoothly “You’re Reefpelt right?” The she-cat nodded with a little smile. “My name’s Haypelt. We have the same suffix, and therefore we are automatically required to be friends.” He meowed with a smile. Reefpelt gave a little giggle. “Okay.” She meowed “I’d like that.” Haypelt gave a nervous chuckle. “Have you been shown around the camp yet?” He asked, offering to walk with her. “No I haven’t. Would you like to show me?” She meowed. Haypelt nodded, and the two set off to walking. The tom gave a look of ‘I told you so’ to his two friends, and started his tour with Reefpelt.

Patrol: Amberclaw, Kitewhisker, Haypelt, Wrenpetal
Hunting: Spiketuft, Cypresstail, Jaguarslip, Snakewhisper
Hunting: Cubsnarl, Antlerpool, Snowdrift, Hollymist
Hunting: Agaricthroat, Goldfinch, Littlefawn, Wrenpetal
Training: Bananapaw takes her final assessment (id prefer if she remained on the apprentice lines) ; Marshpaw takes her final assessment ; Antlerpool teaches Lionpaw agility ; Cubsnarl teaches Bluepaw stamina ; Kitewhisker teaches Dashpaw battle ; Amberclaw teaches Cometpaw battle ; Wrenpetal teaches Vixenpaw agility ; Jaguarslip teaches Oriolepaw hunting ; Cypresstail teaches Turtlepaw hunting ; Snakewhisper teaches Picklepaw hunting
Rank Changes: n/a
Herb Collection: Droserathorn
Mates/Births: Ibisheart(now!) ; Skinknose (2)
Servings: x3 rats ; x1 frog
Other:
Cats to find:

Leader:
➣ | Weaselstar | 57 m | M
Lives: ★★★★★★★★★

Deputy:
➣ | Kitewhisker | 42 m | F

Shaman:
➣ | Droserathorn | 57 m | M
Skill Points: ✿✿✿✿✿

Warriors:
➣ | Agaricthroat | 50 m | M
➣ | Antlerpool | 33 m | F
➣ | Snowdrift | 33 m | F
➣ | Haypelt | 48 m | M
➣ | Cypresstail | 24 m | M
➣ | Goldfinch | 49 m | M
➣ | Amberclaw | 49 m | F
➣ | Hollymist | 33 m | M
➣ | Wrenpetal | 48 m | F
➣ | Cubsnarl | 46 m | M
➣ | Spiketuft | 19 m | M
➣ | Littlefawn | 42 m | F
➣ | Snakewhisper | 41 m | M
➣ | Jaguarslip | 30 m | M
➣ | Reefpelt | 40 m | F
[url=link]➣[/url] | Name | Age | Gender

Apprentices:
➣ | Bananapaw | 17 m | F
➣ | Marshpaw | 13 m | F
➣ | Lionpaw | 13 m | M
➣ | Bluepaw | 15 m | M
➣ | Dashpaw | 10 m | M
➣ | Cometpaw | 10 m | M
➣ | Vixenpaw | 10 m | F
➣| Oriolepaw | 7 m | M
➣ | Turtlepaw | 7 m | F
➣ | Picklepaw | 7 m | F
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Queens:
➣ | Skinknose | 35 m | F
➣ | Owlgaze | 32 m | F
➣ | Riversnap | 53 m | F
➣ | Ibisheart | 27 m | NB (AFAB)
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Kits:
➣ | Yarrowkit | 3 m | M
➣ | Newtkit | 1 m | M
➣ | Seedkit | 1 m | F
➣ | Oleanderkit | 1 m | F
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Elders:
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My gallery · by **inky.** » Mon Apr 13, 2020 9:13 am

Number of Cats: 18 toms ; 19 mollies ; 01 other ; 38 total| Next Starclan Visit: now | Serving Size: 7 | Mod Notes: please no deaths atm!

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Skinknose let out a wail. She had just received the news that Raviolinose of ChessClan was mauled by a group of dogs. “Calm down, Skinknose.” Droserathorn whispered soothingly, licking her ears to settle her “Think of your kits.” Skinknose flattened her ears. “My kits?” She cried “Raviolinose was the father of these kits! He’s not even going to meet them!” She let out a quieter sob, and Oriolepaw gave Droserathorn a nod that signaled he would take care of it. Skinknose curled tighter into her nest, careful not to squish her large belly. The other queens had left her to grieve in peace, and the four cats were alone in the nursery. Turtlepaw licked her mother’s cheek. “I’m sorry, mama. This is terrible.” Picklepaw hummed in agreement and cuddled closer to her mother’s shoulder. “He was so excited to meet them.” The queen whined softly, sniffing “N-Now they’ll never see him. I want some of them to go to ChessClan to remember him, but I don’t know who will take care of them.” Turtlepaw sighed. “They’re a very kind Clan.” She pointed out “I’m sure they’ll take in kits that have ChessClan blood.” Oriolepaw’s eyes lit up. “What about Richterscreech?” He gasped “He took Scinquepaw and Tritonpaw. These kits are still our siblings! Maybe he’ll help raise them!” Skinknose shook her head, raising her puffy eyes to look at her son. “That’s a great idea, but I don’t think it’ll work.” Turtlepaw furrowed her brow. “B-But you told us you loved him! If he loves you back, he should help you.” Skinknose gave a sarcastic chuckle. “Yea, if he loves me back. I haven’t spoken to him since I took you to meet him. Besides, he already has a mate.” She grimly rested her head back on her paws and sniffled harshly. Turtlepaw huffed. “Cats can have more than one mate. If a tom can be mates with a tom and a she-cat can be mates with a she-cat, why not both at once?” Skinknose tilted her head in consideration. “Maybe.” she yawned “I’ll go to the border once they’re born.” Picklepaw nuzzled her mother. “Get some rest, mama.” She purred, ushering her siblings out of the nursery “The kits’ll be due soon, you need all the strength you can get.” Oriolepaw nodded “We love you, Skinknose.” He whispered. She murmured her love for them as well, and soon drifted off into a sleep.

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Kitewhisker was worried. More birds had been found dead along the territory this moon. She tried to remain logical. Maybe it was just a disease, which wouldn’t affect them since the clan didn’t eat birds. But deep down, she knew what it really was. It was an omen. She knew she should leave the prophecy interpretation to Droserathorn, but she couldn’t help it. The rogues hadn’t caused any trouble for some amount of time, but they were always a threat. Kitewhisker sighed and rested her head on the cold stone of her sleeping place. She was worried. What could this mean? Was it a warning of death, for events that were to come?

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Antlerpool took a deep breath. Today was the day. She and Snowdrift were friends. They had joined the Clan together. The white she-cat was selectively mute, especially towards strangers, but had quickly opened up to Antlerpool. That had to mean something, right? Antlerpool loved her. She had a crush on Snowdrift, she had for a while, but never knew how to say something, or if the rest of the Clan would reject her. But with Jaguarslip being open about his mate, a tom from ChessClan, Antlerpool was given the boost of confidence she needed. She stood dutifully to her paws and strutted to where the white warrior was soaking in the sun. “H-Hey Snowdrift.” She greeted “I have something I need to tell you.” Snowdrift beamed and got to her paws. “I have something to tell you too!” She purred quietly. Antlerpool gestured for her to go first. The white she-cat blused. “Hollymist asked me to be his mate!” She gushed. The words burst Antlerpool’s heart. “O-Oh?” Snowdrift nodded. “Yea he took me on a walk this morning. We aren’t starting a family just yet, but I finally found someone!” Antlerpool forced a purr. “That’s wonderful!” She congratulated through clenched teeth “I’m so happy for you.” Snowdrift didn’t notice her friend’s disposition. “What did you want to tell me?” Antlerpool felt dread flood her chest. “O-Oh, uh. Actually, I was going to tell you the same thing!” She lied “Y-Yea, I have a mate too! Her name is Rainypath. She’s in QuickClan, but we met at the gathering and I really like her. She’s so laid back and I feel so relaxed around her. She likes my jokes, and we go on fun little adventures all the time.” She sighed. It was true, she did really love Rainypath, but they hadn’t made it official yet. Antlerpool felt her jealousy subside. If she had been mates with Snowdrift, she would never get to be with Rainypath. She eventually felt true joy and happiness for her friend, and the two cats sat together in the sun, talking about their new mates.

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Bananacurl paced nervously. “It’ll be fine.” Marshflower assured her. Bananacurl shot her best friend a look of doubt. “How do you know that?” She sighed “What if he says no.” Marshflower rolled her eyes and got to her paws, stopping the other new warrior from pacing. “Bananacurl.” She murmured “If he doesn’t accept, then I will personally claw off his ears. He would be missing out.” Bananacurl’s brows furrowed. “I know you’re just kidding but that's not funny.” She smirked. “Uhuh. That’s why you’re laughing.” Marshflower giggled “Now go! He’s probably wondering where you are.” Bananacurl gave her friend one more hopeful smile and exited their den to join up with Spiketuft. “Ready?” She asked cheerfully. The tom nodded with a smile and the walked out of the camp. Lionpaw came up next to Marshflower. “What’re they doing?” He asked casually. Marshflower looked at her littermate. “I’ll tell you when you’re older.” She teased, causing her brother to scoff. “Wait, shouldn’t you be practicing for your assessment?” Lionpaw swallowed and heaved a sigh before walking out the back exit towards the training grounds.

Bananacurl walked up the winded path. “I’ve never seen this place before.” Spiketuft said in awe “It’s beautiful.” Bananacurl nodded “Riversnap told me about it.” She purred. The two walked through the field of yellow flowers, the petals brushing gently against them. “So what did you want to talk to me about?” Spiketuft asked nonchalantly. Bananacurl swallowed, pausing at the top of a hill the path winded over. She looked over her shoulder and gave him a smile. “Well.” She sighed, sitting down. “I wanted to ask you something.” Spiketuft nodded sweetly and sat in front of her. Bananacurl took a deep breath. She didn’t know how to phrase it, so she just decided to say what was on her mind. “I like you. Like, like-like you. I guess I even love you.” She giggled “I was just wondering...if you’d want to be my mate. You can say no, don’t worry but I-” Spiketuft tilted his head. “Why would I say no?” He chuckled “I mean, you’re an amazing she-cat and frankly I would be missing out. Especially considering the fact that I am hopelessly in love with you.” Bananacurl blinked in surprise. “Oh, I see...so is that a yes or…” Spiketuft chuckled heartily and nuzzled close to her. “Yes.” He emphasized “Bananacurl, I would love to be your mate. Even though we’re too young to have kits, there’s no one else I would rather raise a family with.” Bananacurl felt her mouth broaden into the widest smile she ever had. A deep purr rumbled in her throat and tears of happiness started to build in her eyes. “I love you.” She whispered, voice filled with emotion. Spiketuft pulled her in closer, tightening his hug. “I love you too.” He purred. Bananacurl gasped and jumped back, causing Spiketuft to look at her in panicked confusion. “Oh! I forgot!” She gasped, giggling “I got you something.” Spiketuft grinned as she dug up a little mound hidden beneath one of the arching yellow flowers. She turned around and had a leaf bundled in her mouth. She gently placed it at Spiketuft’s paws and nudged her mate to open it. He did, and his face fell in awe. In the leaf, there was a translucent, deep blue stone. “Bananacurl, I…” He trailed off, so amazed by the stone. “I heard you talking about wanting to find one.” She told him sheepishly “I looked for it during my vigil. It was down by the thunderpath.” Spiketuft’s eyes snapped up. “The thunderpath?” He gasped “You could’ve gotten hurt!” The she-cat shook her head. “No one was out. Besides, it was worth it. I completed my first task as a warrior.” She purred, prodding him playfully “Do you like it?” Spiketuft blinked incredulously at his mate. “Like it? I love it! And I adore you, Bananacurl. No one’s ever gotten me a rock for my collection before! Well, besides Agaricthroat but that was only because he wanted to congratulate me after passing my assessment.” He sighed with a smile and nuzzled his mate lovingly. “Thank you. I’m so glad you asked me to be your mate.” Bananacurl sighed happily “You’re welcome. And so am I.” The two sat there for a few moments, before rising to their paws, tucking the stone gently back into its wrapping, and heading home to announce their mateship to the clan.

Patrol: Kitewhisker, Bananacurl, Marshflower, Spiketuft
Hunting: Hollymist, Cypresstail, Antlerpool, Jaguarslip
Hunting: Wrenpetal, Reefpelt, Agaricthroat, Haypelt
Hunting: Snakewhisper, Goldfinch, Cubsnarl, Amberclaw
Training: Antlerpool teaches Lionpaw stamina ; Bluepaw takes his final assessment (he's already on warrior lines) ; Kitewhisker teaches Dashpaw agility ; Amberclaw teaches Cometpaw agility ; Wrenpetal teaches Vixenpaw stamina ; Jaguarslip teaches Oriolepaw fishing ; Cypresstail teaches Turtlepaw fishing ; Snakewhisper teaches Picklepaw fishing
Rank Changes: Bananacurl and Marshflower become warriors
Herb Collection: Droserathorn
Mates/Births: Skinknose (1) ; Bananacurl and Spiketuft become mates but don't try for kits ; Hollymist and Snowdrift become mates but do not try for kits
Servings: x2 squirrels, x1 big fish
Other: a warrior is requested
Cats to find:

Leader:
➣ | Weaselstar | 58 m | M
Lives: ★★★★★★★★★

Deputy:
➣ | Kitewhisker | 43 m | F

Shaman:
➣ | Droserathorn | 58 m | M
Skill Points: ✿✿✿✿✿

Warriors:
➣ | Agaricthroat | 51 m | M
➣ | Antlerpool | 34 m | F
➣ | Snowdrift | 34 m | F
➣ | Haypelt | 49 m | M
➣ | Cypresstail | 25 m | M
➣ | Goldfinch | 50 m | M
➣ | Amberclaw | 50 m | F
➣ | Hollymist | 34 m | M
➣ | Wrenpetal | 49 m | F
➣ | Cubsnarl | 47 m | M
➣ | Spiketuft | 20 m | M
➣ | Littlefawn | 43 m | F
➣ | Snakewhisper | 42 m | M
➣ | Jaguarslip | 31 m | M
➣ | Reefpelt | 41 m | F
➣ | Bananacurl | 18 m | F
➣ | Marshflower | 14 m | F
[url=link]➣[/url] | Name | Age | Gender

Apprentices:
➣ | Lionpaw | 14 m | M
➣ | Bluepaw | 16 m | M
➣ | Dashpaw | 11 m | M
➣ | Cometpaw | 11 m | M
➣ | Vixenpaw | 11 m | F
➣| Oriolepaw | 8 m | M
➣ | Turtlepaw | 8 m | F
➣ | Picklepaw | 8 m | F
[url=link]➣[/url] | Name | Age | Gender

Queens:
➣ | Skinknose | 36 m | F
➣ | Owlgaze | 33 m | F
➣ | Riversnap | 54 m | F
➣ | Ibisheart | 28 m | NB (AFAB)
[url=link]➣[/url] | Name | Age | Gender

Kits:
➣ | Yarrowkit | 4 m | M
➣ | Newtkit | 2 m | M
➣ | Seedkit | 2 m | F
➣ | Oleanderkit | 2 m | F
➣ | Featherkit | 1 m | F
[url=link]➣[/url] | Name | Age | Gender

Elders:
[url=link]➣[/url] | Name | Age | Gender

My gallery · by **inky.** » Sat Apr 18, 2020 7:29 am

Number of Cats: 18 toms ; 21 mollies ; 01 other ; 40 total| Next Starclan Visit: whenever | Serving Size: 7 | Mod Notes: please no deaths atm! (unless it is for stillborn kits)

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Weaselstar strutted into camp. Droserathorn was the first one to spot him. Blinking in surprise, the toms just stared at each other. “Hey-” The leader started, but he was cut off by Droserathorn leaping to him. “Where have you been?” He cried “I missed you! I-I mean we all did.” He cleared his throat, backing up sheepishly. Weaselstar chuckled and pulled his best friend into a hug. “I was in TwistedClan! They decided to let me stay after helping out Marsh, but it was time to come home.” More cats started to emerge out of their dens due to the comotion, and soon the whole Clan was surrounded around the new leader. “Oh thank the guardian you’re back!” Kitewhisker shrieked, eyes wide “There’s no way I can be a leader yet! I don’t know how you do it, but bless you Weaselstar.” The tom gave a hearty chuckle. Suddenly, three kits were tumbling over themselves out of the nursery. “Newtkit you stepped on my tail!” Oleanderkit hissed at her brother. The tom shrugged and kept walking. “Then you should have moved it out of my way!” He retorted. The she-kit bristled and pounced on Newtkit, who gave a little shriek. “Aye!” Droserathorn scolded “Oleanderkit, get off yer brother! Newtkit don’ step on her tail! Behave yerselves, yer leader has returned!” The words rolled off his tongue, thick with his accent. The two kits, noticing Weaselstar, straightened up immediately. Seedkit slowly walked up to her littermates, rolling her eyes. “Mousebrains.” She muttered under her breath. Both of her siblings opened their mouths to say something to her, but a fierce glare from their father silenced them. Weaselstar looked at the kits then back to the shaman. “Are...Are they yours?” He purred in awe. Droserathorn nodded and puffed out his chest in pride. “Come on you lot, come meet yer uncle Weaselstar.” He gestured for the kits to join him and they did, very eagerly. Newtkit was the first to reach the leader’s paws. “My name’s Newtkit! Nice to meet you!” He dipped his head respectfully and then was bumped out of the way by another kit. “I’m Oleanderkit!” She squeaked excitedly “I’m going to be the next shaman!” Weaselstar raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Oh are you now?” Droserathorn smirked. “Aye, she is. But you still have a few more moons before your trainin’ starts my dear.” He chuckled and Seedkit replaced her sister. “I’m Seedkit.” She meowed hesitantly. She was the least jovial of her siblings, and took a while to warm up to cats, but as soon as she got to know someone, she was just as loud as Newtkit and Oleanderkit combined. Weaselstar dipped his head to the kits. “Well, seeing as you’re still in the nursery, I think there’s someone you should meet!” The tom looked over his shoulder and cooed gently to a headstone not too far from where he stood. The cats tilted their heads, but gasped when a small white head poked out from behind the cracked pillar. “Come on, darling! It’s safe.” Weaselstar called. The small she-kit stumbled forward through the weeds and soon stood beside the tom, hiding behind Weaselstar’s legs. “This is my daughter.” He beamed “Turns out Lynxshine was carrying my kits! And when I had to leave, she let me take this little one with me. Her brother is still over in TwistedClan, but they’ll meet up again someday.” Newtkit stepped out from between his father’s paws and hesitantly approached her. Droserathorn was about to call him back, but Weaselstar hushed him and nodded his head. “Hello there.” Newtkit greeted, a sweet smile on his muzzle “My name is Newtkit. What’s yours?” The white kit licked her lips but soon returned his smile. “Swankit.” She said quietly. “Nice to meet you Swankit.” He purred “Do you want to see the camp? My littermates and I can show you around.” Swankit looked up to her father, who gave an approving nod, and the four started to circle the camp. By now, everyone had cleared away and gone back to their duties. Droserathorn and Weaselstar remained in the clearing, sitting shoulder to shoulder. “You’ve done well for yourself while I’ve been gone.” Weasestar smiled. Droserathorn shrugged. “Maybe. But I’m glad you’re back. Really. It’s not the same without you, buddy.” The shaman said sincerely. The leader beamed back at his friend. Of all the cats in RavenClan, it was Droserathorn he had missed the most. The leader pressed his cheek to his shoulder, and licked his fur. “I missed you too.” He chuckled. The two smiled at each other and turned their gaze back to the clearing, Droserathorn relaying all the events that had occured during his leader’s absence.

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Smallsika shifted her paws nervously. Reefpelt had introduced her to the leader, but then pranced off to talk to Haypelt. The two excitedly chatted across the clearing, but Smallsika was unsure who to talk to. A handsome ginger tom suddenly caught her eye. The she-cat moved her head to follow him. When he settled down under the overhang of the leader’s den, she decided she would take the chance and say hi. She strutted over, chest puffed out and tail swaying. Toms always seemed to like her. She had a friendly personality and a smile that was contagious. The new warrior locked eyes with the tom, who looked confused, but kept the gaze. Soon, she was laying next to him, a coy smile on her lips. “Hi there.” she purred silkily “My name’s Smallsika. I just joined, and I don’t really have anyone to talk to. You don’t mind do you?” The tom blinked and shook his head. “N-No, ‘course not. I’m Droserathorn, the shaman of RavenClan.” He greeted, clearing his throat “Nice of you to join, we need more cats to help hunt, with all the mouths we’re about to have to feed.” She was a beautiful she-cat, and suddenly he was feeling his throat tighten. She flicked him gently with her tail, giving him a laugh. “In the middle of a kit boom, are we?” She purred “I bet some are yours. What, with you being a handsome tom and all.” Droserathorn’s eyes widened and he blinked. “Uh, no, I-I mean my kits are born.” Smallsika grinned. “Ah, so you have spread your good genes. Which ones are they?” She asked, turning her head in the direction of the nursery. Droserathorn took a deep breath to clear his mind. “Erm, they’re the three over there.” He pointed with his tail to where Newtkit and Oldeanderkit were wrestling in the dust, and Seedkit was watching in annoyance, though Swankit seemed to be enjoying herself. “The white one is Weaselstar’s but the two causing chaos are mine, and the one who looks fed up with ‘em.” He gave a loving chuckle. His kits were very alike, but still had distinct personalities. Oleanderkit and Newtkit were always bickering, or play fighting, but they had the same sense of humor and were very close. “Cute.” Smallsika grinned, though inside she cringed. Droserathorn had a mate. Eh, that didn’t change much, just made things a bit more challenging. But Smallsika liked a good challenge. The tom was handsome, and she wanted to have her fun with him, even if he had a family. She always got what she wanted. Looking up, she was surprised by another she-cat standing tensely in front of her. “Oh, hello.” Smallsika smirked. “Hi.” Riversnap said curtly “If you don’t mind I would like a word with my mate.” She put emphasis on the last word, practically spitting it at the newcomer. Smallsika sighed and shrugged, rising gracefully to her paws. “Alright.” She sighed “See you later Droserathorn.” She spun around with a wink and walked away, swishing her hip. Riversnap grunted and glared at the tom. “Really?” She grumbled, fur still bristling. Droserathorn gave a soothing grin. “Don’t worry.” He meowed gently, licking his mate’s shoulder “I love you, I’m only being nice. No need to get jealous.” The queen stiffened. “I’m not jealous.” She stated firmly. The tom’s lips curled in a smile and tugged her down to cuddle next to him. “Uhuh.” He murmured, licking her ears “Listen, I really do love you, okay?” Riversnap sighed and relaxed against him, burying her face in his neck fur. “I know, and I love you too.” She meowed “I just...I want to keep you to myself.” Droserathorn nuzzled her. “And you will.” He meowed “I promise.”

Patrol: Weaselstar, Reefpelt, Wrenpetal, Bluemask
Hunting: Hollymist, Smallsika, Bananacurl, Goldfinch
Hunting: Spiketuft, Littlefawn, Jaguarslip, Haypelt
Hunting: Snowdrift, Antlerpool, Agaricthroat, Cubsnarl
Training: Lionpaw takes his final assessment ; Kitewhisker teaches Dashpaw stamina ; Amberclaw teaches Cometpaw stamina ; Vixenpaw takes her final assessment ; Jaguarslip teaches Oriolepaw battle ; Cypresstail teaches Turtlepaw battle ; Snakewhisper teaches Picklepaw battle
Rank Changes: Bluemask becomes a warrior ; Weaselstar returns with his daughter, Swankit
Herb Collection: Droserathorn
Mates/Births: Skinknose (now!) - Droserathorn assists and uses x1 chervil - i have made a genetics sheet if you want to see it i can pm it to you, or it is listed in my archive!
Servings: x3 rabbits and x1 frog
Other: n/a
Cats to find: n/a

Leader:
➣ | Weaselstar | 59 m | M
Lives: ★★★★★★★★★

Deputy:
➣ | Kitewhisker | 44 m | F

Shaman:
➣ | Droserathorn | 59 m | M
Skill Points: ✿✿✿✿✿

Warriors:
➣ | Agaricthroat | 52 m | M
➣ | Antlerpool | 35 m | F
➣ | Snowdrift | 35 m | F
➣ | Haypelt | 50 m | M
➣ | Cypresstail | 26 m | M
➣ | Goldfinch | 51 m | M
➣ | Amberclaw | 51 m | F
➣ | Hollymist | 34 m | M
➣ | Wrenpetal | 50 m | F
➣ | Cubsnarl | 48 m | M
➣ | Spiketuft | 21 m | M
➣ | Littlefawn | 44 m | F
➣ | Snakewhisper | 43 m | M
➣ | Jaguarslip | 32 m | M
➣ | Reefpelt | 42 m | F
➣ | Bananacurl | 19 m | F
➣ | Marshflower | 15 m | F
➣ | Bluemask | 17 m | M
➣ | Smallsika | 53 m | F
[url=link]➣[/url] | Name | Age | Gender

Apprentices:
➣ | Lionpaw | 15 m | M
➣ | Dashpaw | 12 m | M
➣ | Cometpaw | 12 m | M
➣ | Vixenpaw | 12 m | F
➣| Oriolepaw | 9 m | M
➣ | Turtlepaw | 9 m | F
➣ | Picklepaw | 9 m | F
[url=link]➣[/url] | Name | Age | Gender

Queens:
➣ | Skinknose | 37 m | F
➣ | Owlgaze | 34 m | F
➣ | Riversnap | 55 m | F
➣ | Ibisheart | 29 m | NB (AFAB)
[url=link]➣[/url] | Name | Age | Gender

Kits:
➣ | Yarrowkit | 5 m | M
➣ | Newtkit | 3 m | M
➣ | Seedkit | 3 m | F
➣ | Oleanderkit | 3 m | F
➣ | Featherkit | 2 m | F
➣ | Swankit | 1 m | F
[url=link]➣[/url] | Name | Age | Gender

Elders:
[url=link]➣[/url] | Name | Age | Gender

My gallery · by **inky.** » Thu Apr 23, 2020 2:17 pm

Number of Cats: 19 toms ; 24 mollies ; 01 other ; 47 total| Next Starclan Visit: now | Serving Size: 7 | Mod Notes: please no deaths atm! (unless it is for stillborn kits)

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last moon

Skinknose blinked away a tear as she curled her tail tightly around the four kits snuggled next to her belly. “Have you thought of names yet?” Owlgaze asked gently, a smile painted on her lips. “Raviolinose taught me some words in French the last time we met.” She mused “I was thinking of giving them French prefixes. In ChessClan, it’s their tradition.” Riversnap purred. “That’s a lovely idea.” She agreed, pulling Newtkit closer to her as he tried escaping her grasp. The mother tilted her head. “I was thinking Poirekit for this one.” Skinknose murmured, licking the ticked brown tom “Museaukit for her.” She nuzzled her daughter. Looking at her next son, she chuckled at his appearance. His tiny white paws contrasted perfectly against his spikey, unkempt fur. “Chardonkit for him. It means thistle, and his fur looks very spiky.” Ibisheart let out a little giggle at this, and Featherkit joined her. Skinknose moved her tail slightly to get a closer look at her final kit, a small brown tom. He was facing the wrong way, though. When the tail moved, the fur tickled his nose, causing him to let out a quiet yet very adorable sneeze. Skinknose smiled fondly at him. “Éternuementkit.” Suddenly, a brown head peaked into the nursery. Skinknose looked up and purred when she saw Turtlepaw. Oriolepaw and Picklepaw were close behind her, and all three were eager to meet their new siblings. “They’re so cute!” Turtlepaw gasped, hurrying over and smiling broadly when Poirekit opened his small jaws in a yawn. Oriolepaw sat next to his sister, and purred as Chardonkit rolled over on his back, earning a squeak of protest from Museaukit. Picklepaw nuzzled her mother. “We’re so proud of you, mama!” She purred, licking her ear. “Did you come to a decision?” Oriolepaw gently asked. Skinknose nodded. “I’ve decided that some of them need to be raised in ChessClan. Richterscreech will take good care of them. Scinquepaw and Tritonpaw have done well there, and so will they. I’ll take them to the border next moon so they can meet. But for now, I think I’ll take a nap and enjoy their company.” Skinknose purred and nuzzled all four of her newborns. The three apprentices nodded and ushered themselves out of the den, leaving their mother and their new siblings to rest.

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this moon

Agaricthroat shifted his weight to prevent one of the kits from sliding off his shoulders. “Caniskit stop moving, you're going to fall.” He scolded quietly, voice muffled by the kit hanging from his jaws. “Why do I have to stay up here?” The brown tom whined. “Because daddy’s holding Siriuskit and I’m more mature than you, so I get to walk beside him!” Lyrakit explained proudly, her tiny paws moving quickly to catch up with her father’s strides. “Lyrakit, remember what I told you.” Agaricthroat warned “Not everyone knows that you’re my kits, and it might be best to keep it that way.” Siriuskit furrowed his brow. “Why?” He asked softly, tilting his head back to look at Agaricthroat “I thought you said RavenClan accepted you.” Agaricthroat smiled. “They do, but Ghostspirit’s Clan doesn’t know, and I promised him I would keep it on the down low.” Caniskit flopped on his belly again, earning a grunt from his carrier. “How much farther until we get there.” The young tom sighed impatiently. “Agaricthroat!” A voice called. The tom paused, and Caniskit felt a purr rumble through his body. A dark spotted tom trotted up to the group. “Are these the kits?” He asked in a hushed tone. Agaricthroat nodded, bouncing Siriuskit lightly. “Could you help me carry them back to camp?”

Haypelt was overjoyed. Partially because he was one of the four cats who knew who the kits’ real parents were, but mostly because they were just so adorable. Agaricthroat may have promised Ghostspirit to keep their mateship secret, but he always was a bad liar, and his friends picked up on a change rather quickly. Now the group was sitting around the kits, watching them get introduced. Riversnap’s litter had immediately wanted to greet the new trio, and Swankit was close to follow. Weaselstar was also sitting with the group, but he was too oblivious for Agaricthroat to be worried about. “There were six.” He purred quietly “We got to split them evenly!” Jaguarslip beamed. “I’m so happy for you, Agaricthroat!” He sighed “I can’t wait for Seismicwhisper and I to finally have our kits. Ibisheart said she would use her powers for us once Featherkit is an apprentice!” Riversnap turned her attention to her friend. “Really? That’s great! Can’t wait to meet them, I’m sure they’ll be adorable.” Haypelt looked fondly at his friends and the kits. He couldn’t help but notice, though, that his gaze started to drift to a calico she-cat sitting on the other side of the clearing.

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Smallsika strutted into the shaman’s den. “Hello, Droserathorn.” She purred silkily, circling him. The shaman just grunted in greeting, attention soaked up by the herbs he was sorting. The she-cat gave a frustrated pout. She wasn’t making a lot of progress in her challenge of seducing Droserathorn. He had a mate, sure, but Smallsika knew that meant nothing. Usually by now, she would have a rom wrapped around her paw, but the shaman had proven time and time again just how stubborn he could be. “Do you just sit here and sort herbs all day?” She giggled. Droserathorn flicked an ear. “It’s kind of my job.” He snapped. Smallsika was taken aback. The shaman sighed. “Sorry,” He muttered “I promised Riversnap I would try and control my temper.” He rose to his paws. “I’m just stressed. We caught another scent of the rogues near the border, but closer this time.” Smallsika sighed and walked closer to him, resting a paw on his. “You know, when I get upset, a walk always calms me down. Maybe you need to get out of camp.” She suggested gently. The tom’s ears pricked up. “Yea that’s a good idea.” He murmured before turning and exiting the den. “W-Wait where are you going?” The she-cat squeaked. Droserathorn looked over his shoulder, furrowing his brow. “Going to ask Weaselstar if he wants to take a walk.” He said. Smallsika’s mouth opened and closed, but before she could say anything, he waved his tail. “See you around, Smallsika.” He sighed and walked across the hallway to the leader’s den. The white warrior licked her lips. She had meant a walk with her, but she digressed. He had promised to see her later. Her tail curled victoriously over her back. Progress was still progress, no matter how slow it was.

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“Oh it was amazing, Droserathorn, you should have been there!” Weaselstar gushed. Droserathorn had asked him how his visit in TwistedClan had been, and his friend had been talking about it since they left camp. They were now walking around the river bank, which was a good while away. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.” The shaman purred “Swankit is so adorable, and she and my litter get along great.” Weaselstar puffed his chest out proudly. “I promised Lynxshine I would have them become friends. You know, I met Snowdrift’s brother in TwistedClan. I haven’t gotten the chance to tell her, but he seems to be doing really well! He and the leader are sweethearts, it’s very cute.” Droserathorn nodded. “It is nice to have you back. I missed you, buddy.” He sighed, eyes still ahead of him “The day seems brighter with you here.” Weaselstar blushed and his face puffed up in a smile. “Droserathorn, you know you’re my best friend. I missed you too-” He was cut off by his companion’s paw shoving him over. The leader let out a squeak as he tumbled down the ledge and plopped into the river, causing a large splash. Droserathorn laughed loudly as Weaselstar’s dripping face emerged from the cool water. “I told you, the sun is shining more.” He said between laughs “I was getting overheated and thought of a swim. How’s the water?” Weaselstar scowled and leaped up, wrapping his soaked forepaws around the tom’s neck and collapsing back, dragging Droserathorn into the water with him.

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The black she-cat trudged along the faint path. She had heard from her old clanmates of a group in a cemetery that was along the ChessClan border. They had neglected to mention how far away RavenClan really was. The apprentice had been wandering for days, and every one of her muscles ached from exhaustion and grief. She had met a smaller kit along the way, a small she-kit named Rabbit. The young kit was drifting to sleep, bumping into her legs as they walked. “Come on,” the apprentice groaned “We’re almost there.” Rabbit whined. “You said that yesterday.” She whimpered. Suddenly, a bush rustled ahead of them, and the she-cat’s tiredness quickly vanished. She found a small clump of ferns and quietly hid Rabbit within the leaves. She braced herself in a battle stance and shook her head violently to keep herself aware. A charcoal bengal trudged through the bush haphazardly and paused when he saw the she-cat, causing the ginger she-cat behind him to bump into his rear. She rubbed her nose, and then raised her hackles. “It’s alright, Marshflower.” The bengal soothed. He took a few steps forward and gave a gentle smile. “Hey, my name is Jaguarslip. Are you from ChessClan?” He asked. The black she cat shrugged. “I used to be.” She rasped “Are you from RavenClan? I was told to come here.” Jaguarslip nodded in understanding. “Of course. You look like you’ve been through a lot. What’s your name, sweetheart?” The she-cat blinked. She wanted to leave her past behind, but she couldn’t just abandon her family. It was who she was. But everytime she would hear ‘Altocumulus’, she would think of Cumuluspaw. Tears spiked at her eyes, but she took a steady breath. “Stratuspaw,” She meowed “My name is Stratuspaw.” It was still a cloud name, but it gave her just enough distance that it wouldn’t tear a hole in her heart each time a cat called her. Jaguarslip smiled. “Okay, Stratuspaw.” He whispered. He noticed a flash of brown fur behind Stratuspaw’s legs. “Do you have a friend with you?” Stratuspaw moved to the side, where Rabbit was cowering. “Oh, is she ChessClan too?” Stratuspaw shook her head. “No, I met her on the journey.” She rasped “We’re both really tired.” Marshflower hurried forward and carefully scooped up the kit. “We’ll take you to Droserathorn.” Jaguarslip nodded “Then we can get you settled.” Stratuspaw appreciatively accepted the tom’s shoulder to lean on, and the four cats went home.

Patrol: Weaselstar, Reefpelt, Wrenpetal, Bluemask
Hunting: Hollymist, Smallsika, Bananacurl, Goldfinch
Hunting: Spiketuft, Littlefawn, Jaguarslip, Haypelt
Hunting: Snowdrift, Antlerpool, Agaricthroat, Cubsnarl
Training: Dashpaw takes his final assessment ; Cometpaw takes his final assesment ; Jaguarslip teaches Oriolepaw battle ; Cypresstail teaches Turtlepaw battle ; Snakewhisper teaches Picklepaw battle ; Reefpelt mentors Yarrowpaw ; Stratuspaw has learned all her skills in ChessClan and takes her final assessment
Rank Changes: Lionspark and Vixenhop become warriors ; Yarrowpaw becomes an apprentice ; Stratuspaw and Rabbitkit join
Herb Collection: Droserathorn
Mates/Births: Amberclaw (2) ; Antlerpool and Rainypath of Quickclan become mates! Fleetingmoon of QuickClan surrogates, Antlerpool will be carrying ; Bananacurl and Spiketuft try for kits
Servings: x3 rabbits x1 frog
Other: n/a
Cats to find: Weaselstar asks for an apprentice (could she be a pale tabby with green eyes)

Leader:
➣ | Weaselstar | 60 m | M
Lives: ★★★★★★★★★

Deputy:
➣ | Kitewhisker | 45 m | F

Shaman:
➣ | Droserathorn | 60 m | M
Skill Points: ✿✿✿✿✿

Warriors:
➣ | Agaricthroat | 53 m | M
➣ | Antlerpool | 36 m | F
➣ | Snowdrift | 36 m | F
➣ | Haypelt | 51 m | M
➣ | Cypresstail | 27 m | M
➣ | Goldfinch | 52 m | M
➣ | Hollymist | 36 m | M
➣ | Wrenpetal | 51 m | F
➣ | Cubsnarl | 49 m | M
➣ | Spiketuft | 22 m | M
➣ | Littlefawn | 45 m | F
➣ | Snakewhisper | 44 m | M
➣ | Jaguarslip | 33 m | M
➣ | Reefpelt | 43 m | F
➣ | Bananacurl | 20 m | F
➣ | Marshflower | 16 m | F
➣ | Bluemask | 18 m | M
➣ | Smallsika | 54 m | F
➣ | Owlgaze | 35 m | F
➣ | Lionspark | 16 m | M
➣ | Vixenhop | 13 m | F
[url=link]➣[/url] | Name | Age | Gender

Apprentices:
➣ | Dashpaw | 13 m | M
➣ | Cometpaw | 13 m | M
➣| Oriolepaw | 10 m | M
➣ | Turtlepaw | 10 m | F
➣ | Picklepaw | 10 m | F
➣ | Yarrowpaw | 6 m | M
➣ | Stratuspaw | 12 m | F
[url=link]➣[/url] | Name | Age | Gender

Queens:
➣ | Skinknose | 38 m | F
➣ | Riversnap | 56 m | F
➣ | Ibisheart | 30 m | NB (AFAB)
➣ | Amberclaw | 53 m | F
[url=link]➣[/url] | Name | Age | Gender

Kits:
➣ | Newtkit | 4 m | M
➣ | Seedkit | 4 m | F
➣ | Oleanderkit | 4 m | F
➣ | Featherkit | 3 m | F
➣ | Swankit | 2 m | F
➣ | Museaukit | 1 m | F
➣ | Chardonkit | 1 m | M
➣ | Rabbitkit | 2 m | F
➣ | Siriuskit | 1 m | M
➣ | Canuskit | 1 m | M
➣ | Lyrakit | 1 m | F
[url=link]➣[/url] | Name | Age | Gender

Elders:
[url=link]➣[/url] | Name | Age | Gender

My gallery · by **inky.** » Wed May 06, 2020 12:31 pm

Number of Cats: 19 toms ; 25 mollies ; 01 other ; 48 total| Next Starclan Visit: 4/29| Serving Size: 7 | Mod Notes: please no deaths atm! (unless it is for stillborn kits)

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Littlefawn’s purr rumbled in her lean throat. “I’m so proud of all of you!” She cried, nuzzling all three of her kits, who were now warriors. Vixenhop giggled. “Welcome to the party. Better late than never.” Dashear huffed. His sister wouldn’t let go of the fact that she had become a warrior before he and Cometcrash. “How are you feeling?” Littlefawn asked. Cometdash lowered his head. “I don’t want to leave Turtlepaw behind.” He murmured. Vixenhop rolled her eyes. “It’s not like you’re leaving the clan mousebrain, you can still see her. Besides, Stratusflight is a warrior now, you can spend time with her.” Cometcrash arched his tail over his back. He, Turtlepaw, and Stratusflight were all very close, even though the third had only recently joined. The whole family knew that Cometcrash and Turtlepaw were both polyamorus, and they had struck gold when Stratusflight revealed the same thing. Most of their days consisted of the trio sitting in the sun, with Turtlepaw usually laying on Cometcrash’s plump belly and Stratusflight cracking jokes and telling stories of her old Clan.
Dashear puffed out his chest. “Well I can’t wait until I get to go on my very first patrol!” He purred “I love the calmness it brings.” Vixenhop scoffed. “Okay,” She said mockingly “You’ll find a ton of rocks that way.” Dashear frowned slightly “What’s wrong with my collection? Spiketuft helped me himself! He’s an expert!” Vixenhop snickered, which earned her a cuff over the ear. “Vixenhop, be nice to your brother.” Littlefawn scolded “Go on then, I’m sure you have some duties you need to accomplish.” She grumbled, and the group reluctantly dispersed.

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Spiketuft laid on his back as Bananacurl groomed his belly fur. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” The tom asked. His mate was carrying his kits, and he didn’t want her to over exert herself. The queen scoffed. “Spiketuft, I’m pregnant not disabled.” She smiled, lapping her tongue over a clump of fur on his chest “Besides you never clean your belly, and you always look so disheveled.” Spiketuft squirmed in offense. “It’s not my fault I have clumpy fur.” He frowned. “You better hope our kits don’t get it. If they do, you’re cleaning them.” She giggled. Spiketuft rolled over and licked her cheek affectionately. “I hope they have your eyes.” He sighed in admiration “I always get so lost in them.” Bananacurl blushed and giggled. “Stooop.” She whined, pushing him gently “You know how much your stupid cheesy lines get to me.” Spiketuft shrugged. “You wanted to become mates, you got yourself into this.” The she-cat nodded. “I did.” She agreed “And you know what? I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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Yarrowpaw’s rear wiggled in the air as he focused on his prey. A small rabbit, not too far away, was sniffing around. Reefpelt was doing a follow up with his hunting skill, and was observing from a distance. Suddenly, before he could move, the rabbit’s ears shot up. Its muscles bunched and prepared to leap away, but a flash of blue rushed by and left an empty space where his prey had once been. Indignant, his head popped up. He saw a blue cat hunched in the grass on the far side of the clearing, rabbit swinging from her jaws. Yarrowpaw stepped out of his hiding place. He marched up angrily to the stranger. “Hey!” He squeaked “You stole my prey!” The blue cat turned around, surprise in her eyes. She stood up and let the rabbit fall gently. “Oh! I’m so sorry!” She blurted “I wasn’t aware you were hunting it too.” Yarrowpaw looked her up and down, eyes getting lost as they followed her long legs “I’ve never seen a cat move as fast as you.” He murmured, partially in awe. The she-cat giggled. “Thank you!” She purred “My mother taught me how to run. She said I had to be fast to catch rabbits.” The apprentice tilted his head. “My name is Yarrowpaw. I’m part of RavenClan. We could use a fast cat like you, if you want to join us.” He meowed “Come on, my mentor should be around here somewhere.”

Weaselstar blinked at the apprentice-aged newcomer. “Who did you say you were?” The blue she-cat swallowed. “M-My name is Greenwich. I’m a loner and I’ve been hunting in this area for a while now. I’m really sorry, I didn’t know that this land was claimed.” Weaselstar smiled warmly at her. “That’s alright, how could you have known? You were outside of our borders, anyways. So you didn’t do any harm.” Reedpelt stepped forward. “Weaselstar, she ran on the way here. I’ve never seen any cat that can sprint as quickly and as gracefully as she can. I believe she would make a great warrior once she gets enough training.” Weaselstar nodded in consideration. “Greenwich, would you like to join our group and train to become a warrior?” He asked the young cat “You would become an apprentice and get a mentor that would teach you the ways of our Clan. It isn’t easy, but I have faith in you if Reefpelt does.” Greenwich shifted nervously. “Would I have to change my name?” she meowed “If so, that’s alright, but would it be possible to keep part of my old one? It was my mother’s sister’s name, and she meant a lot to me. Anyways, yes please! I would love to train.” The leader nodded sincerely. “Of course. Greenwich, it is your will to become an apprentice of RavenClan. Until you become a warrior, your name will be Greenpaw. Kitewhisker, our deputy, will be your mentor. I know she will pass on great skill to you.” Greenpaw beamed and her eyes shone with joy. “Greenpaw! Greenpaw!” The clan chanted, and the new apprentice immediately felt at home.

Patrol: Kitewhisker, Dashear, Vixenhop, Startusflight, Cometcrash
Hunting: Smallsika, Cubsnarl, Spiketuft, Snowdrift
Hunting: Marshflower, Jaguarslip, Lionspark, Cypresstail
Hunting: Snakewhisper, Reefpelt, Haypelt, Owlgaze
Training: Jaguarslip teaches Oriolepaw agility ; Cypresstail teaches Turtlepaw agility ; Snakewhisper teaches Picklepaw agility ; Reefpelt teaches Yarrowpaw battle ; Kitewhisker mentors Greenpaw
Rank Changes: Dashear, Cometcrash , and Stratusflight are now warriors! Greenwich joins, becoming Greenpaw
Herb Collection: Droserathorn
Mates/Births: Amberclaw (1) ; Antlerpool (2) ; Bananacurl (2)
Servings: x7 frogs
Other: n/a
Cats to find: n/a

Leader:
➣ | Weaselstar | 61 m | M
Lives: ★★★★★★★★★

Deputy:
➣ | Kitewhisker | 46 m | F

Shaman:
➣ | Droserathorn | 61 m | M
Skill Points: ✿✿✿✿✿

Warriors:
➣ | Agaricthroat | 54 m | M
➣ | Snowdrift | 37 m | F
➣ | Haypelt | 52 m | M
➣ | Cypresstail | 28 m | M
➣ | Goldfinch | 53 m | M
➣ | Hollymist | 37 m | M
➣ | Wrenpetal | 52 m | F
➣ | Cubsnarl | 50 m | M
➣ | Spiketuft | 23 m | M
➣ | Littlefawn | 46 m | F
➣ | Snakewhisper | 45 m | M
➣ | Jaguarslip | 34 m | M
➣ | Reefpelt | 44 m | F
➣ | Marshflower | 17 m | F
➣ | Bluemask | 19 m | M
➣ | Smallsika | 55 m | F
➣ | Owlgaze | 36 m | F
➣ | Lionspark | 17 m | M
➣ | Vixenhop | 14 m | F
➣ | Stratusflight | 13 m | F
➣ | Dashear | 14 m | M
➣ | Cometcrash | 14 m | M
[url=link]➣[/url] | Name | Age | Gender

Apprentices:
➣| Oriolepaw | 11 m | M
➣ | Turtlepaw | 11 m | F
➣ | Picklepaw | 11 m | F
➣ | Yarrowpaw | 7 m | M
➣ | Greenpaw | 7 m | F
[url=link]➣[/url] | Name | Age | Gender

Queens:
➣ | Skinknose | 39 m | F
➣ | Riversnap | 57 m | F
➣ | Ibisheart | 31 m | NB (AFAB)
➣ | Amberclaw | 54 m | F
➣ | Antlerpool | 37 m | F
➣ | Bananacurl | 21 m | F
[url=link]➣[/url] | Name | Age | Gender

Kits:
➣ | Newtkit | 5 m | M
➣ | Seedkit | 5 m | F
➣ | Oleanderkit | 5 m | F
➣ | Featherkit | 4 m | F
➣ | Swankit | 3 m | F
➣ | Museaukit | 2 m | F
➣ | Chardonkit | 2 m | M
➣ | Rabbitkit | 3 m | F
➣ | Siriuskit | 2 m | M
➣ | Canuskit | 2 m | M
➣ | Lyrakit | 2 m | F
[url=link]➣[/url] | Name | Age | Gender

Elders:
[url=link]➣[/url] | Name | Age | Gender

My gallery · by **inky.** » Mon May 11, 2020 12:28 pm

Number of Cats: 19 toms ; 25 mollies ; 01 other ; 48 total| Next Starclan Visit: now | Serving Size: 7 | Mod Notes: please no deaths atm! (unless it is for stillborn kits)

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Kitewhisker paced nervously around the den. “Their borders are getting closer, Weaselstar.” She murmured. “I know.” he muttered. “Their scent is growing stronger.” The leader worked his claws into the dirt patches that peaked through the cracked floor. “I know.” He repeated, strain tight in his voice “They promised. Caesar said he would respect the borders.” The deputy lashed her tail. “Well he’s obviously not.” She scoffed “Weaslestar, you’re an insanely trusting tom, which is not a bad thing. But when it comes to strange groups of cats, you can’t always take their word at face value. Especially when we have to ex-group members of theirs who have only negative things to say about it!” The leader furrowed his brow. “I-I guess we should increase patrols around that area.” He sighed “But make sure no cat initiates any form of contact, you understand?” He looked outside and saw Swankit tumble with Newtpaw, who had just returned from his territory tour. The leader gave a sad smile and shook his head. “I don’t want to cause trouble.” He said firmly “But I will do what’s necessary to protect my Clan.”

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Riversnap ran her claws through the mud. “I need you to stop.” She said sternly “Droserathorn doesn’t need you messing around him. He has a lot on his mind. Not to mention, he is my mate.” Smallsika gave a sly grin. “He’s not a very good mate, then.” She chuckled harshly, walking up to her. “Because he hasn’t told me to stop.” Giving a high-pitched giggle she started to walk away. “I just don’t see the harm really. I like getting what I want. And I want to have fun with Droserathorn.” She walked away, swinging her hips. Riversnap blinked in surprise. She felt tears pricked her eyes and her claws strained against the ground. Whirling around, she slashed at the nearest tombstone and let out a loud his. She was shaking with rage. How dare she. How could he. He was hers, and she would defend him to her last breath. But now there was a doubt in her mind about if he would do the same.

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Oleanderpaw’s eyes were glistening. “Seedpaw, you have no idea!” She said in awe “There are so many herbs! Some even have multiple uses. Not to mention I’m going to communicate with dead people. Isn’t that weird?” Seedpaw chuckled at her sister. “I bet it is going to take a lot of dedication and effort, but I know you’ll do great!” She purred. Newtpaw scoffed jokingly. “Oleanderpaw, you can’t even remember what you had for a meal yesterday.” He purred. Oleanderpaw flattened her ears and smirked mischievously at her brother. “Shut up.” She mewed, cuffing him gently over the ear. Suddenly, a voice called the young she-cat. Looking up, Oleanderpaw saw Smallsika beckoning her over. The shaman apprentice rolled her eyes. “Guess the witch wants to speak.” She muttered to Newtpaw, before rising to her paws and plastering on a semi-pleasant expression as she approached the warrior.

Smallsika curled her tail over her back as the young apprentice approached. “What.” Oleanderpaw huffed. The white she-cat tilted her head and frowned. “Why so blunt?” She whined “Anyways, I was wondering where your father is. Isn’t Droserathorn your mentor now?” The apprentice took a deep breath and flicked an ear. “Probably avoiding you.” She said simply “He doesn’t like to hang around cats with mush for brains.” Oleanderpaw gave a mockingly sweet smile and lashed her tail. Smallsika gasped. “Young lady!” She hissed gently “Why are you being so rude to me?” Oleanderpaw’s expression grew serious as she took a threatening step towards the cat she despised. “You’re trying to replace my mother.” She snarled quietly “And I’m not too fond of foxhearts messing with my family.” With that, she spun on her heels and twacked the she-cat with a lash of her tail before confidently strutting across the camp, leaving Smallsika bitterly looking after her.

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Bluemask grumbled at his uncle. “Cubsnarl.” He said sharply “You were so excited and flirty with her when you were strangers. How can you be afraid now that you’re friends.” The fluffy tom bristled. “Because she’s my friend!” Cubsnarl hissed “What if she rejects me? She is my everything. I can’t lose her.” Bluemask blinked. “Wow. Thanks so much, uncle that kinda hurts. But you see why you need to tell her? You’ve been flirty forever, but I can tell you really care about Kitewhisker. You need to give it a shot.” Cubsnarl looked narrowly at the young warrior. Bluemask gave him a gentle nudge and the brown tom rolled his eyes. He walked nervously up to where the deputy was lounging in the sun. He reached her and puffed out his chest. He took a deep breath and swallowed. “Listen, I’m not good at explaining how I feel, so I’ll just come out and say it.” Cubsnarl meowed “I love you. You’re amazing and you don’t know how much you mean to me. Would you maybe want to be my mate?” He held his breath as Kitewhisker processed. A small smile crept to her muzzle and she tilted her head slightly. “Okay.” She said sweetly “I’d love to be your mate.” Cubsnarl’s eyes widened in surprise. “Y-You would?” KItewhisker giggled and got to her paws. “Cubsnarl, you know me. I’m not one for emotions. But the way I feel for you is so different from anyone else. I want to build a family with you, because I love you too.” She leaned in to him and the two nuzzled affectionately. In the background, Bluemask smirked. He always knew what Cubsnarl wanted, even if the large tom didn’t. They had been traveling together since Bluemask was young, and he was like a brother to him. The young tom nodded happily, and left the new mates to themselves.

Patrol: Kitewhisker, Dashear, Vixenhop, Startusflight, Cometcrash
Hunting: Smallsika, Cubsnarl, Spiketuft, Snowdrift
Hunting: Marshflower, Jaguarslip, Lionspark, Cypresstail
Hunting: Snakewhisper, Reefpelt, Haypelt, Owlgaze
Training: Jaguarslip teaches Oriolepaw stealth ; Cypresstail teaches Turtlepaw stealth ; Snakewhisper teaches Picklepaw stealth ; Reefpelt teaches Yarrowpaw battle ; Kitewhisker teaches Greenpaw hunting ; Droserathorn mentors Oleanderpaw ; Cubsnarl mentors Newtpaw ; Spiketuft mentors Seedpaw
Rank Changes: Oleanderpaw becomes a shaman apprentice, Seedpaw, and Newtpaw become apprentices.
Herb Collection: Droserathorn and Oleanderpaw ; x1 cobweb is used for vixenhop
Mates/Births: Amberclaw (now!) - droserathorn helps and uses x1 chervil; Antlerpool (1) ; Bananacurl (1) ; Cubsnarl and Kitewhisker become mates + try for kits ; Owlgaze tries for kits with Mercurysnare of Moonclan
Servings: x3 rats ; x1 frog
Other: weaselstar asks for a cat of any rank
Cats to find: n/a

Leader:
➣ | Weaselstar | 62 m | M
Lives: ★★★★★★★★★

Deputy:
➣ | Kitewhisker | 47 m | F

Shaman:
➣ | Droserathorn | 62 m | M
Skill Points: ✿✿✿✿✿

Shaman Apprentice:
[url=url=https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/624799628583370754/693993408779255879/riverdrosera_3.png]➣[/url] | Oleanderpaw | 6 m | F

Warriors:
➣ | Agaricthroat | 55 m | M
➣ | Snowdrift | 38 m | F
➣ | Haypelt | 53 m | M
➣ | Cypresstail | 29 m | M
➣ | Goldfinch | 54 m | M
➣ | Hollymist | 38 m | M
➣ | Wrenpetal | 53 m | F
➣ | Cubsnarl | 51 m | M
➣ | Spiketuft | 24 m | M
➣ | Littlefawn | 47 m | F
➣ | Snakewhisper | 46 m | M
➣ | Jaguarslip | 35 m | M
➣ | Reefpelt | 45 m | F
➣ | Marshflower | 18 m | F
➣ | Bluemask | 20 m | M
➣ | Smallsika | 56 m | F
➣ | Owlgaze | 37 m | F
➣ | Lionspark | 18 m | M
➣ | Vixenhop | 15 m | F
➣ | Stratusflight | 14 m | F
➣ | Dashear | 15 m | M
➣ | Cometcrash | 15 m | M
➣ | Riversnap | 58 m | F
[url=link]➣[/url] | Name | Age | Gender

Apprentices:
➣| Oriolepaw | 12 m | M
➣ | Turtlepaw | 12 m | F
➣ | Picklepaw | 12 m | F
➣ | Yarrowpaw | 8 m | M
➣ | Greenpaw | 8 m | F
➣ | Newtkit | 6 m | M
➣ | Seedkit | 6 m | F
[url=link]➣[/url] | Name | Age | Gender

Queens:
➣ | Skinknose | 40 m | F
➣ | Ibisheart | 32 m | NB (AFAB)
➣ | Amberclaw | 55 m | F
➣ | Antlerpool | 38 m | F
➣ | Bananacurl | 22 m | F
[url=link]➣[/url] | Name | Age | Gender

Kits:
➣ | Featherkit | 5 m | F
➣ | Swankit | 4 m | F
➣ | Museaukit | 3 m | F
➣ | Chardonkit | 3 m | M
➣ | Rabbitkit | 4 m | F
➣ | Siriuskit | 3 m | M
➣ | Canuskit | 3 m | M
➣ | Lyrakit | 3 m | F
[url=link]➣[/url] | Name | Age | Gender

Elders:
[url=link]➣[/url] | Name | Age | Gender

My gallery · by **inky.** » Sat May 16, 2020 10:32 am

Number of Cats: 24 toms ; 26 mollies ; 01 other ; 54 total| Next Starclan Visit: 5/17 | Serving Size: 9 | Mod Notes: please no deaths atm! (unless it is for stillborn kits) the kit boom is almost over i promise

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Weaselstar sighed. He lifted a paw and ran it over a scored portion of an old stone. Agaricthroat had told him that the rogues had come into their territory and defaced the grave stones that lined the outskirts. “There’s a few more of them further down the stream, and we found piles of dead birds.” Agaricthroat told his leader “What do you think this means?” The leader blinked and looked into the treeline. “I wanted this to be peaceful,” He mused “But I suppose the rogues don’t. We’ll see what happens, but I have a feeling they’ve reconsidered our deal.”

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Snakewhisper slunk through the arches of ferns lining the pathway. He used to travel along this trail when he was part of Caesar’s group. He had been sure to roll around in the swampy pools before heading this way, so his scent was hidden. He didn’t want anyone knowing he was here. The warrior was soft, stealthy, as was his namesake. He had been the best spy in Caesar’s group, and he was trusted. He thought back to the time he had spent grinding, pleading, doing anything to gain the battle-scared dictator’s approval. Eventually he got it. And then he was thrown out. A quiet gasp pulled Snakewhisper from his memories. Every muscle in his body stiffened and his claws itched to unsheath, just in case it resorted to violence. “Snakewhisper?” A young voice called gently. The tom’s eyes widened and turned slowly to the origin of the noise. Confirming his thoughts, he saw a ruddy face staring at him. “Rowanpaw? Is that you?” He asked weakly. Rowanpaw’s eyes lit up with joy and he burst forward. “Where have you been?” he cried, purring as he nuzzled Snakewhisper “I’ve been so worried. You said you’d never leave me. But you stopped coming to check up.” Snakewhisper took in the young tom. He had grown so much since the last time he saw him. When Rowanpaw was just a kit, Snakewhisper had found him abandoned on the border. Caesar refused to take him in, so Snakewhisper raised him in secret, sneaking out of camp every day to make sure he was fed and safe. He hadn’t seen him in moons. “I’m so glad you’re alive.” The warrior said breathlessly. Rowanpaw scoffed. “Yea, with no help from you!” He said sarcastically “I had to fend off a gator! Not an easy task! Thankfully they can’t climb trees.” Snakewhisper smiled. “Oh, um.” He cleared his throat “I’m part of a new group.” Rowanpaw raised an eyebrow. “You don’t smell like it. All you smell like is swamp.” Snakewhisper gave a nervous chuckle and nudged his adoptive son playfully. “They won’t mind you joining! I can legitimately mentor you now. You can finally be part of a Clan.” Rowanpaw’s eyes grew wider and more excited. “You’re kidding.” He gasped, letting out a little squeal when Snakewhisper shook his head. He bounced up and down on his paws. “Let’s go! Oh, please can we go?” Snakewhisper chuckled and nodded. “Of course.” He meowed, leading his son to the RavenClan camp.

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Eelshriek swept a fluffy tail over the ground as he considered what to eat. The freshkill pile was always well-stocked and the patrols had brought back a fair amount of frogs, which just so happened to be the new warrior’s favorite food. He dragged his tongue over his large fangs as his eyes scanned for the largest one. Suddenly, he was shoved, and he let out a grunt as he tried to regain his balance. He looked sharply to his side and saw an embarrassed red she-cat staring up at him. “I-I’m so sorry.” Vixenhop giggled “I tripped.” Eelshriek looked down at the ground. There was nothing around her paws that might have obstructed her movement, but he gave a mental shrug and murmured in acknowledgement. The tom went back to his activity, which he had preferred to do in private, and lightly rearranged the frogs to see which one suited his appetite. He flattened his ears as the she-cat beside him continued to talk. “I’m just looking for the squirrel I caught this morning.” She meowed “It was huge! I found it eating some seeds and startled it so much it tried to spit them out at me! I was able to outrun it, though. I’m not as fast as Greenpaw, but I have my moments.” Eelshriek snorted. “Funny.” He huffed “I don’t remember asking.” He shot her a narrowed glance and rolled his eyes, selecting his prey and grabbing it with his protruding fangs. Vixenhop fluffed up in indignation. “Yea? Well I didn’t know rude walruses were allowed in the Clan.” Eelshriek looked calmly at her. “I would be insulted, but I have no clue what a walrus is. Know your audience, Vixy.” He turned around and flicked her on the cheek with his long puffy tail. Vixenhop was so confused that she didn’t correct the nickname. Once he was out of sight, the anger in the she-cat ebbed away and was instead replaced with a different, somewhat similar feeling. Cometcrash spotted her and plopped down beside his sister. “What was that?” He chuckled. Vixenhop just blinked in the direction that the tom had strutted off in. “I think I’m in love.”

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Skinknose drew her tongue over Oriolepaw’s cheek. He grumbled, but let his mother smooth down his fur. “Are you nervous?” Picklepaw asked quietly. Turtlepaw swallowed. “More than I would like to admit.” Skinknose shook her head. “There’s nothing to be afraid of.” She assured “It’s just like any other training session, you’re just doing it by yourself. You’ve been preparing for this day your entire apprenticeship, you are all qualified to pass this assessment.” Oriolepaw furrowed his brow in worry. “But what if we fail?” He asked, anxiety sharp in his voice “What if we disappoint you?” Skinknose’s face hardened. “Hey.” She said shortly, pulling her kits close. “Listen to me. I am so incredibly proud of all three of you. Always. Don’t be afraid of failure, okay? There’s always next moon. Even if you don’t do well, no one will think of you any different, especially not me.” Her eyes softened and she pulled all of them into a nuzzle. “I can’t believe how old you are. It seems like just yesterday I was seeing you for the first time. I love you all so much. I believe in you, you’re going to do amazing.” The four purred with each other before the three apprentices pulled away. They said their goodbyes and they left to take their final assessment, a new confidence shining through them.

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Droserathorn stiffened. “How could you think that?” He cried. Riversnap flattened her ears. “Because you’ve been hanging around Smallsika for moons! She’s beautiful, and kinda funny. Why wouldn’t you love her?” Droserathorn lashed his tail and stepped closer to his mate. “Because I love you, Riversnap!” He choked out “After everything we’ve been through how could you think I would ever, ever, love anyone besides you. You are the one true thing that has made me happy in so long. Our kits mean the world to me. You mean the world to me. I would never do anything that would put our relationship at risk!” Riversnap let a few frustrated tears slip down her cheek. “How could you say that? You say you would never risk us, but here we are. She’s been advancing on you, trying to get you to indulge in her antics. I can see the looks you give her, I know what you think when she walks past you.” Droserathorn’s lip curled. He took a furious step towards the she-cat, and Riversnap remained put, even though it took every muscle in her body not to step away out of fear. He approached her, throat growling and teeth bared. He only stopped when they were practically nose to nose. “How dare you.” He spat “I despise that rabbit brained nothing. I made you a promise. I promised you I would hold back my temper. It makes me sick, what she’s trying to do. To ruin us. I want to claw out her tongue for suggesting it. But I promised you I would back.” Riversnap leaned forward slightly, eyes narrowed and nose wrinkled. “Tear her apart.” She said, malice dripping from her voice “I cannot stand by and watch a selfish crowheart tear apart everything we worked so hard to build. We cannot let her tear apart this family. She doesn’t deserve the right.” Droserathorn gave a small smirk and nodded softly. They both knew what he had to do, and he wasn’t going to hold back when he finally told Smallsika to get her filthy nose out of their family.

Patrol: Cubsnarl, Marshflower, Dashear, Eelshriek
Hunting: Reefpelt, Agaricthroat, Bluemaske, Spiketuft
Hunting: Goldfinch, Snakewhisper, Weaselstar, Smallsike
Hunting: Lionspark, Vixenhop, Stratusflight, Haypelt
Training: Oriolepaw, Turtlepaw, and Picklepaw take their final assessments ; Reefpelt teaches Yarrowpaw fishing ; Cometcrash teaches Greenpaw fishing ; Droserathorn teaches Oleanderpaw application ; Cubsnarl teaches Newtpaw fishing ; Spiketuft teaches Seedpaw fishing ; Dashear mentors Featherpaw ; Snakewhisper trains Rowanpaw in hunting
Rank Changes: Rowanpaw is found by Snakewhisper (traded from AspenClan)
Herb Collection: Droserathorn and Oleanderpaw
Mates/Births: Antlerpool (now!) + Bananacurl (now!) - x1 chervil and x1 fennel is used and oleander + drosera help ; Kitewhisker (2) ; Owlgaze (2) ; Droserathorn and Riversnap try for kits ; Ibisheart uses her powers and surrogates for Jaguarslip and Seismicwhisper (ChessClan)
Servings: x4 rats ; x1 frog
Other:
Cats to find: n/a

Leader:
➣ | Weaselstar | 63 m | M
Lives: ★★★★★★★★★

Deputy:
➣ | Kitewhisker | 48 m | F

Shaman:
➣ | Droserathorn | 63 m | M
Skill Points: ✿✿✿✿✿

Shaman Apprentice:
➣ | Oleanderpaw | 7 m | F

Warriors:
➣ | Agaricthroat | 56 m | M
➣ | Snowdrift | 39 m | F
➣ | Haypelt | 54 m | M
➣ | Cypresstail | 30 m | M
➣ | Goldfinch | 55 m | M
➣ | Hollymist | 39 m | M
➣ | Wrenpetal | 54 m | F
➣ | Cubsnarl | 52 m | M
➣ | Spiketuft | 25 m | M
➣ | Littlefawn | 48 m | F
➣ | Snakewhisper | 47 m | M
➣ | Jaguarslip | 36 m | M
➣ | Reefpelt | 46 m | F
➣ | Marshflower | 19 m | F
➣ | Bluemask | 21 m | M
➣ | Smallsika | 57 m | F
➣ | Lionspark | 19 m | M
➣ | Vixenhop | 16 m | F
➣ | Stratusflight | 15 m | F
➣ | Dashear | 16 m | M
➣ | Cometcrash | 16 m | M
➣ | Riversnap | 59 m | F
➣ | Eelshriek | 18 m | M
[url=link]➣[/url] | Name | Age | Gender

Apprentices:
➣| Oriolepaw | 13 m | M
➣ | Turtlepaw | 13 m | F
➣ | Picklepaw | 13 m | F
➣ | Yarrowpaw | 9 m | M
➣ | Greenpaw | 9 m | F
➣ | Newtpaw | 7 m | M
➣ | Seedpaw | 7 m | F
➣ | Featherpaw | 6 m | F
➣ | Rowanpaw | 10 m | M
[url=link]➣[/url] | Name | Age | Gender

Queens:
➣ | Skinknose | 41 m | F
➣ | Ibisheart | 33 m | NB (AFAB)
➣ | Amberclaw | 56 m | F
➣ | Antlerpool | 39 m | F
➣ | Bananacurl | 23 m | F
➣ | Owlgaze | 38 m | F
[url=link]➣[/url] | Name | Age | Gender

Kits:
➣ | Swankit | 5 m | F
➣ | Museaukit | 4 m | F
➣ | Chardonkit | 4 m | M
➣ | Rabbitkit | 4 m | F
➣ | Siriuskit | 4 m | M
➣ | Canuskit | 4 m | M
➣ | Lyrakit | 4 m | F
➣ | Zinniakit | 1 m | F
➣ | Xyriskit | 1 m | M
➣ | Upupakit | 1 m | M
➣ | Quackkit | 1 m | M
[url=link]➣[/url] | Name | Age | Gender

Elders:
[url=link]➣[/url] | Name | Age | Gender

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Number of Cats: 29 toms ; 30 mollies ; 01 other ; 60 total| Next Starclan Visit: whenever | Serving Size: 11 | Mod Notes: please no deaths atm! (unless it is for stillborn kits)

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Weaselstar smiled proudly from the meeting stone. “Swankit, you have reached 6 moons of age, and you are ready to become an apprentice.” The white she-cat fidgeted excitedly. “Eelshriek, though you are a new warrior, you have proven yourself to be strong and trustworthy. I hope you can pass on these traits to your new apprentice, Swanpaw.” The gathered cats cheered out the new apprentice’s name, and she touched noses with her new mentor. Weaselstar hopped down and curled around his daughter. “I’m so proud of you!” He purred, squeezing her tightly. “Dad!” She giggled “I can’t breathe.” The leader gently let her go, but nuzzled her affectionately. “I can’t believe how big you’ve gotten. It seems like just yesterday we were coming back from TwistedClan!” Swanpaw’s eyes widened. “Can we go see mama and Minkkit?” Weaselstar tilted his head. “Maybe sometime soon,” He chuckled “but first, you should go on a tour of the territory with Eelshriek.”

⚜ ⚜ ⚜ ⚜

Smallsika swayed her hips as her tail waved in the air. She eyes Riversnap, who was grooming her belly, swelling with kits. The queen looked up and narrowed her eyes at the she-cat. “What do you want.” She spat. Smallsika’s mouth twisted into a cruel smile. Sitting down, she puffed out her chest and fluffed her fur. “Droserathorn asked me to visit him in his den.” She said, voice filled with poison “Guess your faithful mate is wavering, hm?” Riversnap’s nose wrinkled, but the warrior kept talking. “Oh, darling, don’t take it too harshly. Every man needs to move on eventually, especially when their mate is a paranoid rat.” Riversnap huffed and got to her paws, stepping close to the cat she hated most. “I’m not paranoid if you’re actually doing the things I think you are. And if you haven’t noticed, I’m the one carrying his kits.” She hissed quietly “I may be pregnant, but that doesn’t mean i can’t tear you to shreds.” She said the words with such venom that Smallsika blinked and swallowed, but the insulting smirk returned quickly. “Whatever you say, darling. I’ve got a date.” She got to her paws, swishing her white tail around Riversnap’s chest and happily prancing towards the shaman’s den.

The white she-cat paused before entering the room. She shook out her pelt to make it look fluffier and cleaner, and stretched to look elegant. She gracefully stepped into the room, spotting Droserathorn sitting facing the side wall, eyes trained on the now blossoming flower resting gently in the strip of soil. “You called?” Smallsika called softly into the den. Droserathorn flicked an ear to acknowledge her presence, and the warrior entered. “Is Oleanderpaw here?” She asked. The shaman shook his head. “No, I sent her to gather moss for the nursery.” Droserathorn told her. Smallsika lowered her tail, suddenly hesitant and unsure of the situation. Nevertheless, she took a deep breath and sat next to him, running her cheek along his. “What did you want to talk about?” She purred, nuzzling him. He growled and pushed her away. Smallsika laughed. “I like the rough side of you, Droserathorn, but I genuinely want to talk.” When the tom shifted his gaze to her, his pupils were slits. “I don’t want you here anymore.” He growled, accent thickening and fur raising “You’ve caused too much damage already and I need you out of my life.” Smallsika rolled her eyes. “You’re only doing this because Riversnap told you to.” She huffed, pressing herself against him again. Droserathorn hooked his paw around her neck and threw her against the wall. He pinned her to the surface, claws to her throat. “I mean it. Riversnap isn’t making me do any of this.” He snarled “You think you ever had a chance with me? You’re even more of an idiotic mess than I thought.” Smallsika tried to fidget, but Droserathorn only applied more pressure to her airway. His eyes were ablaze, and his fangs were bared. “Stay away from my family. If I ever see you even TALK to anyone I love, I will slit your throat and feed you to the vultures, do you understand me?” The two were muzzle to muzzle, and Smallsika could feel the furious tom’s hot breath on her face. “I always hated you. I just wanted to be nice, but obviously I couldn’t even do that without you taking it for granted. You’re a piece of crow dung. Leave me alone, you bee brained rabbit. Go ruin someone else’s life.” He gave a final press before flinging her away from him. She gasped and tumbled to the ground. Her eyes were wide, and filled with fury. Not hurt, not pity, not even remorse, just frustrated anger. “Fine.” She croaked “It’s your loss, you ratface.” Droserathorn’s claws strained against the stone flooring. “Get out of my den before I skin you.” He barked, and Smallsika spun and marched out of the den.

Smallsika stormed right back to Riversnap, who was innocently sitting beneath the willow tree. “You are nothing but a heartless fox.” The warrior spat “I was only being nice. I wasn’t doing anything wrong and you almost had me killed! You ruined the fun. You’re nothing but a bully.” Riversnap’s eyes narrowed. “Messing with other cats’ lives is not harmless.” She grumbled evenly. “Whatever, you’re just jealous because Droserathorn knew you were getting boring.” Smallsika huffed. Riversnap erupted. Leaping to her paws, she slashed her claws over Smallsika’s face, digging in and splashing blood over the ground. The she-cat wailed, but Riversnap pinned her down and slapped her in the muzzle. “Oh shut up, you cow.” She hissed viciously “Don’t you dare insult me. Maybe this will teach you not to go around breaking things just so you can fit in.” She leaned in, breath rustling Smallsika’s ear fur. “Newsflash,” Riversnap whispered eerily “there’s a reason you need to be a parasite on other people’s love instead of finding your own.” She shoved the white warrior away, and she spat in Riversnap’s face before spewing some half-baked insult and sulking away. Droserathorn slunk up to his mate. They had a shared look in their eye. “I’m sorry.” The shaman said to her. Even though they were both heated, and filled with disgust and rage, she knew he genuinely meant it. Riversnap sighed, the deep breath alleviating some of the burning hatred she felt for Smallsika. “It’s not your fault.” She said gently “That crow-heart is the type of cat that feeds off others’ pain. She deserved to get a taste of her own medicine.” The shaman nodded and licked his mate’s ear. He knew it would take a few days for the two to return to normal, but one thing was for sure: Smallsika was never going to bother them again.

Patrol: Eelshriek, Oriolescreech, Wrenpetal, Littlefawn
Hunting: Hollymist, Goldfinch, Turtletoes, Picklepatch
Hunting: Reefpelt, Haypelt, Cypresstail, Snakewhisper
Hunting: Cubsnarl Dashear, Agaricthroat, Bluemask
Training: Reefpelt teaches Yarrowpaw agility ; Cometcrash teaches Greenpaw battle ; Droserathorn teaches Oleanderpaw kitting ; Cubsnarl teaches Newtpaw battle ; Spiketuft teaches Seedpaw battle ; Dashear trains Featherpaw in hunting ; Snakewhisper trains Rowanpaw in fishing ; Eelshriek mentors Swanpaw
Rank Changes: Oriolescreech, Turtletoes, and Picklepatch become warriors ; Swankit becomes Swanpaw
Herb Collection: Droserathorn and Oleanderpaw
Mates/Births: Kitewhisker (1) ; Owlgaze (1) ; Riversnap (2) ; Ibisheart (2)
Servings: x3 big fish , x1 rat
Other:
Cats to find: n/a

Leader:
➣ | Weaselstar | 64 m | M
Lives: ★★★★★★★★★

Deputy:
➣ | Kitewhisker | 49 m | F

Shaman:
➣ | Droserathorn | 64 m | M
Skill Points: ✿✿✿✿✿

Shaman Apprentice:
➣ | Oleanderpaw | 8 m | F

Warriors:
➣ | Agaricthroat | 57 m | M
➣ | Snowdrift | 40 m | F
➣ | Haypelt | 55 m | M
➣ | Cypresstail | 31 m | M
➣ | Goldfinch | 56 m | M
➣ | Hollymist | 40 m | M
➣ | Wrenpetal | 55 m | F
➣ | Cubsnarl | 53 m | M
➣ | Spiketuft | 26 m | M
➣ | Littlefawn | 49 m | F
➣ | Snakewhisper | 48 m | M
➣ | Jaguarslip | 37 m | M
➣ | Reefpelt | 47 m | F
➣ | Marshflower | 20 m | F
➣ | Bluemask | 22 m | M
➣ | Smallsika | 58 m | F
➣ | Lionspark | 20 m | M
➣ | Vixenhop | 17 m | F
➣ | Stratusflight | 16 m | F
➣ | Dashear | 17 m | M
➣ | Cometcrash | 17 m | M
➣ | Eelshriek | 19 m | M
➣| Oriolescreech | 14 m | M
➣ | Turtletoes | 14 m | F
➣ | Picklepatch | 14 m | F
[url=link]➣[/url] | Name | Age | Gender

Apprentices:
➣ | Yarrowpaw | 10 m | M
➣ | Greenpaw | 10 m | F
➣ | Newtpaw | 8 m | M
➣ | Seedpaw | 8 m | F
➣ | Featherpaw | 8 m | F
➣ | Rowanpaw | 11 m | M
➣ | Swanpaw | 6 m | F
[url=link]➣[/url] | Name | Age | Gender

Queens:
➣ | Skinknose | 42 m | F
➣ | Ibisheart | 34 m | NB (AFAB)
➣ | Amberclaw | 57 m | F
➣ | Antlerpool | 40 m | F
➣ | Bananacurl | 24 m | F
➣ | Owlgaze | 39 m | F
➣ | Riversnap | 60 m | F
[url=link]➣[/url] | Name | Age | Gender

Kits:
➣ | Museaukit | 5 m | F
➣ | Chardonkit | 5 m | M
➣ | Rabbitkit | 5 m | F
➣ | Siriuskit | 5 m | M
➣ | Canuskit | 5 m | M
➣ | Lyrakit | 5 m | F
➣ | Zinniakit | 2 m | F
➣ | Xyriskit | 2 m | M
➣ | Upupakit | 2 m | M
➣ | Quackkit | 2 m | M
➣ | Stickkit | 1 m | M
➣ | Volekit | 1 m | F
➣ | Peckkit | 1 m | F
[url=link]➣[/url] | Shrewkit | 1 m | M
[url=link]➣[/url] | Fernkit | 1 m | M
[url=link]➣[/url] | Chipmunkkit | 1 m | F
➣ | Pearkit | 1 m | M
➣ | Kiwikit | 1 m | M
➣ | Apricotkit | 1 m| F
[url=link]➣[/url] | Name | Age | Gender

Elders:
[url=link]➣[/url] | Name | Age | Gender

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My gallery · by **inky.** » Mon May 25, 2020 5:03 am

Number of Cats: 29 toms ; 30 mollies ; 01 other ; 60 total| Next Starclan Visit: whenever | Serving Size: 11 | Mod Notes: please no deaths atm! (unless it is for stillborn kits)

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Weaselstar smiled proudly from the meeting stone. “Swankit, you have reached 6 moons of age, and you are ready to become an apprentice.” The white she-cat fidgeted excitedly. “Eelshriek, though you are a new warrior, you have proven yourself to be strong and trustworthy. I hope you can pass on these traits to your new apprentice, Swanpaw.” The gathered cats cheered out the new apprentice’s name, and she touched noses with her new mentor. Weaselstar hopped down and curled around his daughter. “I’m so proud of you!” He purred, squeezing her tightly. “Dad!” She giggled “I can’t breathe.” The leader gently let her go, but nuzzled her affectionately. “I can’t believe how big you’ve gotten. It seems like just yesterday we were coming back from TwistedClan!” Swanpaw’s eyes widened. “Can we go see mama and Minkkit?” Weaselstar tilted his head. “Maybe sometime soon,” He chuckled “but first, you should go on a tour of the territory with Eelshriek.”

⚜ ⚜ ⚜ ⚜

Smallsika swayed her hips as her tail waved in the air. She eyes Riversnap, who was grooming her belly, swelling with kits. The queen looked up and narrowed her eyes at the she-cat. “What do you want.” She spat. Smallsika’s mouth twisted into a cruel smile. Sitting down, she puffed out her chest and fluffed her fur. “Droserathorn asked me to visit him in his den.” She said, voice filled with poison “Guess your faithful mate is wavering, hm?” Riversnap’s nose wrinkled, but the warrior kept talking. “Oh, darling, don’t take it too harshly. Every man needs to move on eventually, especially when their mate is a paranoid rat.” Riversnap huffed and got to her paws, stepping close to the cat she hated most. “I’m not paranoid if you’re actually doing the things I think you are. And if you haven’t noticed, I’m the one carrying his kits.” She hissed quietly “I may be pregnant, but that doesn’t mean i can’t tear you to shreds.” She said the words with such venom that Smallsika blinked and swallowed, but the insulting smirk returned quickly. “Whatever you say, darling. I’ve got a date.” She got to her paws, swishing her white tail around Riversnap’s chest and happily prancing towards the shaman’s den.

The white she-cat paused before entering the room. She shook out her pelt to make it look fluffier and cleaner, and stretched to look elegant. She gracefully stepped into the room, spotting Droserathorn sitting facing the side wall, eyes trained on the now blossoming flower resting gently in the strip of soil. “You called?” Smallsika called softly into the den. Droserathorn flicked an ear to acknowledge her presence, and the warrior entered. “Is Oleanderpaw here?” She asked. The shaman shook his head. “No, I sent her to gather moss for the nursery.” Droserathorn told her. Smallsika lowered her tail, suddenly hesitant and unsure of the situation. Nevertheless, she took a deep breath and sat next to him, running her cheek along his. “What did you want to talk about?” She purred, nuzzling him. He growled and pushed her away. Smallsika laughed. “I like the rough side of you, Droserathorn, but I genuinely want to talk.” When the tom shifted his gaze to her, his pupils were slits. “I don’t want you here anymore.” He growled, accent thickening and fur raising “You’ve caused too much damage already and I need you out of my life.” Smallsika rolled her eyes. “You’re only doing this because Riversnap told you to.” She huffed, pressing herself against him again. Droserathorn hooked his paw around her neck and threw her against the wall. He pinned her to the surface, claws to her throat. “I mean it. Riversnap isn’t making me do any of this.” He snarled “You think you ever had a chance with me? You’re even more of an idiotic mess than I thought.” Smallsika tried to fidget, but Droserathorn only applied more pressure to her airway. His eyes were ablaze, and his fangs were bared. “Stay away from my family. If I ever see you even TALK to anyone I love, I will slit your throat and feed you to the vultures, do you understand me?” The two were muzzle to muzzle, and Smallsika could feel the furious tom’s hot breath on her face. “I always hated you. I just wanted to be nice, but obviously I couldn’t even do that without you taking it for granted. You’re a piece of crow dung. Leave me alone, you bee brained rabbit. Go ruin someone else’s life.” He gave a final press before flinging her away from him. She gasped and tumbled to the ground. Her eyes were wide, and filled with fury. Not hurt, not pity, not even remorse, just frustrated anger. “Fine.” She croaked “It’s your loss, you ratface.” Droserathorn’s claws strained against the stone flooring. “Get out of my den before I skin you.” He barked, and Smallsika spun and marched out of the den.

Smallsika stormed right back to Riversnap, who was innocently sitting beneath the willow tree. “You are nothing but a heartless fox.” The warrior spat “I was only being nice. I wasn’t doing anything wrong and you almost had me killed! You ruined the fun. You’re nothing but a bully.” Riversnap’s eyes narrowed. “Messing with other cats’ lives is not harmless.” She grumbled evenly. “Whatever, you’re just jealous because Droserathorn knew you were getting boring.” Smallsika huffed. Riversnap erupted. Leaping to her paws, she slashed her claws over Smallsika’s face, digging in and splashing blood over the ground. The she-cat wailed, but Riversnap pinned her down and slapped her in the muzzle. “Oh shut up, you cow.” She hissed viciously “Don’t you dare insult me. Maybe this will teach you not to go around breaking things just so you can fit in.” She leaned in, breath rustling Smallsika’s ear fur. “Newsflash,” Riversnap whispered eerily “there’s a reason you need to be a parasite on other people’s love instead of finding your own.” She shoved the white warrior away, and she spat in Riversnap’s face before spewing some half-baked insult and sulking away. Droserathorn slunk up to his mate. They had a shared look in their eye. “I’m sorry.” The shaman said to her. Even though they were both heated, and filled with disgust and rage, she knew he genuinely meant it. Riversnap sighed, the deep breath alleviating some of the burning hatred she felt for Smallsika. “It’s not your fault.” She said gently “That crow-heart is the type of cat that feeds off others’ pain. She deserved to get a taste of her own medicine.” The shaman nodded and licked his mate’s ear. He knew it would take a few days for the two to return to normal, but one thing was for sure: Smallsika was never going to bother them again.

Patrol: Eelshriek, Oriolescreech, Wrenpetal, Littlefawn
Hunting: Hollymist, Goldfinch, Turtletoes, Picklepatch
Hunting: Reefpelt, Haypelt, Cypresstail, Snakewhisper
Hunting: Cubsnarl Dashear, Agaricthroat, Bluemask
Training: Reefpelt teaches Yarrowpaw agility ; Cometcrash teaches Greenpaw battle ; Droserathorn teaches Oleanderpaw kitting ; Cubsnarl teaches Newtpaw battle ; Spiketuft teaches Seedpaw battle ; Dashear trains Featherpaw in hunting ; Snakewhisper trains Rowanpaw in fishing ; Eelshriek mentors Swanpaw
Rank Changes: Oriolescreech, Turtletoes, and Picklepatch become warriors ; Swankit becomes Swanpaw
Herb Collection: Droserathorn and Oleanderpaw
Mates/Births: Kitewhisker (1) ; Owlgaze (1) ; Riversnap (2) ; Ibisheart (2)
Servings: x3 big fish , x1 rat
Other:
Cats to find: n/a

Leader:
➣ | Weaselstar | 64 m | M
Lives: ★★★★★★★★★

Deputy:
➣ | Kitewhisker | 49 m | F

Shaman:
➣ | Droserathorn | 64 m | M
Skill Points: ✿✿✿✿✿

Shaman Apprentice:
➣ | Oleanderpaw | 8 m | F

Warriors:
➣ | Agaricthroat | 57 m | M
➣ | Snowdrift | 40 m | F
➣ | Haypelt | 55 m | M
➣ | Cypresstail | 31 m | M
➣ | Goldfinch | 56 m | M
➣ | Hollymist | 40 m | M
➣ | Wrenpetal | 55 m | F
➣ | Cubsnarl | 53 m | M
➣ | Spiketuft | 26 m | M
➣ | Littlefawn | 49 m | F
➣ | Snakewhisper | 48 m | M
➣ | Jaguarslip | 37 m | M
➣ | Reefpelt | 47 m | F
➣ | Marshflower | 20 m | F
➣ | Bluemask | 22 m | M
➣ | Smallsika | 58 m | F
➣ | Lionspark | 20 m | M
➣ | Vixenhop | 17 m | F
➣ | Stratusflight | 16 m | F
➣ | Dashear | 17 m | M
➣ | Cometcrash | 17 m | M
➣ | Eelshriek | 19 m | M
➣| Oriolescreech | 14 m | M
➣ | Turtletoes | 14 m | F
➣ | Picklepatch | 14 m | F
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Apprentices:
➣ | Yarrowpaw | 10 m | M
➣ | Greenpaw | 10 m | F
➣ | Newtpaw | 8 m | M
➣ | Seedpaw | 8 m | F
➣ | Featherpaw | 8 m | F
➣ | Rowanpaw | 11 m | M
➣ | Swanpaw | 6 m | F
[url=link]➣[/url] | Name | Age | Gender

Queens:
➣ | Skinknose | 42 m | F
➣ | Ibisheart | 34 m | NB (AFAB)
➣ | Amberclaw | 57 m | F
➣ | Antlerpool | 40 m | F
➣ | Bananacurl | 24 m | F
➣ | Owlgaze | 39 m | F
➣ | Riversnap | 60 m | F
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Kits:
➣ | Museaukit | 5 m | F
➣ | Chardonkit | 5 m | M
➣ | Rabbitkit | 5 m | F
➣ | Siriuskit | 5 m | M
➣ | Canuskit | 5 m | M
➣ | Lyrakit | 5 m | F
➣ | Zinniakit | 2 m | F
➣ | Xyriskit | 2 m | M
➣ | Upupakit | 2 m | M
➣ | Quackkit | 2 m | M
➣ | Stickkit | 1 m | M
➣ | Volekit | 1 m | F
➣ | Peckkit | 1 m | F
[url=link]➣[/url] | Shrewkit | 1 m | M
[url=link]➣[/url] | Fernkit | 1 m | M
[url=link]➣[/url] | Chipmunkkit | 1 m | F
➣ | Pearkit | 1 m | M
➣ | Kiwikit | 1 m | M
➣ | Apricotkit | 1 m| F
[url=link]➣[/url] | Name | Age | Gender

Elders:
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