{ Y e w c l a n - A r c h i v e s }

My gallery · by **eltonn** » Sun Jun 11, 2017 9:45 am

[ it's who we are ]

Yewclan.

The name may sound toxic, but this clan is very far from evil.
Literally.
Being a three day's journey away from most other cats, they are relatively safe in their bubble.
At least... they think they are...

A shadow from the past lurks in their forest...
A spy passes on clan secrets from within...
and with all the strange things going on in this clan, nothing is impossible...

Create-A-Clan

My gallery · by **eltonn** » Sun Jun 11, 2017 9:46 am

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Figfur birthed three healthy kittens: Breamkit, Flowerkit, and Redkit.
The firstborn, Applekit, was unfortunately stillborn.

Howard has been killed by Clyke, one of Flaym's group members.

Crescentpaw burned to death in a fire started by lightening.
The tree that was hit was a yew tree.
Is it an omen...? Or something more sinister...?

Yewstar lost a life in the fire attempting to save Crescentpaw.

Thorntoes is badly burned from rescuing Yewstar from the inferno.

My gallery · by **eltonn** » Sun Jun 11, 2017 9:46 am

Flaym sketch by me

Foxpelt by me
more foxpelt also by me

I plan on drawing Crescentpaw's demise.

Fanart is always welcome and appreciated!

My gallery · by **eltonn** » Sun Jun 11, 2017 9:46 am

Medicine Cats
Medicine cats are allowed to have a mate and kits, but they must give the kits to another nursing queen to care for if they do not have an adept, full apprentice once the kits are able to be moved. If there are no other nursing queens, the medicine cat may keep caring for them as long as there is a spirit with herb knowledge able to instruct a warrior on healingg clanmates, but this is frowned upon as it takes up valuable time. If no spirit is available to guide a warrior, or no warrior or apprentice is willing to temporarily take the position of medicine cat, and there is no adopt medicine cat apprentice, then the medicine cat may not have kits. Of course, this only applies to shecats, and tom medicine cats have no restrictions on kits.

Mates (Talltree Tradition)
Once a year, towards the end of winter, all of the warriors, deputy, full medicine cats, and leader, if they do not yet have a mate, climb the tallest tree they can find and the group sits in its branches. The spirits will appear when the moon rises, and will vote among themselves the best pairings. Not all cats will be paired. These pairings then have three months to get used to each other, and after the time is up they may decide to become mates or split up. Mates may be taken without Starclan's votes, but these pairs are often frowned upon as untraditional. Mates are never permitted to be from outside the clan, and these pairings, once found out, must either split up, both join the clan, or both leave the clan. If a cat's mate dies and becomes a spirit, the living cat is once again eligible for a new mate.

Spirits
This is probably the most obvious thing about Yewclan... the clan has a close connection with Starclan; closer than most. Starclan cats can appear and interact with the cats of Yewclan. Of course, they have lost their psychical bodies and can no longer touch the living cats (they simply pass through them), but they are seen, and can speak with the cats of Yewclan. It is not uncommon to see shimmery cats with stars in their fur around Yewclan territory, or even with them at Gatherings. The Starclan cats have brief knowledge of what is to come in the clan, and will bring warnings of hard times or prepare the clan for difficulties when needed. Because of this limited future-sight, the spirits can also predict if two cats being mates would turn out well or not. Of course, it still comes down to the choice of the living cats, but this is what sparked the Talltree Tradition. Since these cats can interact with Yewclan after death, if a mentor dies, they can continue to train their apprentice, and vice versa. Dead apprentices can even recieve their warrior names, if they wish! If a kit or apprentice dies, they can choose to continue to age normally until 16 moons, at which that point they are full grown and will stop aging permanently. Unfortunately, the spirits can also fade away with time, as time is something no one can escape. It is unsure exactly how it works, but it can happen. Furthermore, a living cat can kill a spirit cat in battle. It is believed that a dead cat cannot visit Yewclan if it is not buried properly, but medicine cats may still visit these Starclan-residents in dreams and at the Moonpool. For example, if a cat's body is destroyed, they never get the chance to become a spirit, and go directly to starclan. It is considered highly dishonorable to not aide in the burial of a fallen clanmate.

So, yes... Yewclan cats are pretty much like...

all the time.

My gallery · by **eltonn** » Sun Jun 11, 2017 9:47 am

res, please do not ever post on this thread.

My gallery · by **eltonn** » Sun Jun 11, 2017 9:51 am

Number of Cats: 06

[ it's who we are ]

Leader:
Yewstar | 54 | Tom | X
Lives: ★★★★★★★★★

Deputy:
Thorntoes | 41 | Shecat | X

Medicine Cat:
No cat knows the ways of healing.

Warriors:
Applespeck | 24 | Shecat | X
Houndheart | 25 | Tom | X
Foxpelt | 21 | Tom | X

Apprentices:
No young cats have taken on training.

Queens:
Figfur | 21 | Shecat | X

Kits:
The clan is kitless.

Elders:
The clan contains none of old.

forest birds as in robins, thrushes, finches, jays, sparrows etc

Mentors:
No cats are under training.

Deceased Cats:
Flurry | Euthinized ;-;

Family:
Thorntoes and Applespeck are half-sisters.
Figfur and Flurry were mates, and are expecting.
Houndheart likes Applespeck.

The wirey black tom slunk into the designated meeting spot, his whiskers twitching against the slight wind. The territory was beautiful; a lush green forest, offering plenty of shade and cover. The temperature was just slightly chilly, but quite bearable and even pleasant at times. Yew Berries took a deep breath, inhaling the earthy scents of what was about to be his new home.

A crackle alerted the tom to a new arrival; Thorn pushed her way through the bushes, and ill-tempered sour expression across her face. A smaller longhair appeared behind her, and sat down near the borders of the camp. Yew Berries dipped his head to the two new arrivals. "Greetings. I'm glad you could make it."

"It took us three. days. to get here, Yew Berries, so this better be good." Thorn muttered crossly, sitting next to her younger sister. Apple rested her tail on Thorn's spine for a moment, giving her a soft look, as if telling the surly shecat to tone it down a bit. Thorn just glared in a different direction.

A moment passed, and then a slightly smaller than usual, slightly plumper than usual tabby tom with sleek fur found his way into the clearing. By the way he was staring around the forest, it was obvious that he had been a kittypet that didn't get out of his yard much. He spotted the group of cats, and his eyes lit up. The tom sped up, wagging his tail in a very un-catlike manner. "Oh, my fangs! I can't actually believe I've made it here! I almost got lost, twice! But it's so great here, wow!" The tom's voice was light, like a young cat's voice would be, but it had a ragged undertone as if he abused it. "Mikey. Take a seat while we wait for the last of the invited cats to arrive." The kittypet, Mikey, sat next to Thorn and Apple, a dumb grin on his face as he introduced himself. Thorn's scowl took the tom aback, and after a moment, once Thorn looked away, Mikey copied her expression at her, causing Apple to chuckle lightly.

A sleek black shecat with orange eyes poked her head through the bushes. "Ah, Raven! Come sit." The black shecat squinted her eyes at Yew Berries for a moment, before shaking her head. "No. I was just passing by this way. I wanted to let you know that I'm not interested. Goodbye, Yew Berries." And with that, Raven slid back into the bushes and didn't return. Yew Berries sighed. One cat gone, already...

The four cats waited for about a half hour for the last cats. Finally, a russet tom and a slightly darker shecat trotted towards them with worried expressions. Yew Berries blinked, doing a doubletake at the pair. "Where's Flurry?"

The tom sighed, lowering his ears slightly. "It was hard to get out. When we finally did, we began to travel.
But after about a day and a half of traveling, Brilliant Fig realized she was expecting kits-" Yew Berries' eyes lit up. "That's wonderful!" He purred, but the russet tom, Crimson Fox, wasn't as happy as he should be for his sister's kits. "But we ran into trouble with the Capture-Twolegs. They grabbed her and Flurry fought them off, only to be snatched himself. He sacrificed himself for us." Brilliant Fig sniffed, holding back tears. Fox, Fig, and Flurry had been owned by a twoleg breeder, and had jumped at the chance to leave. Not that they were abused- quite the contrary, they were extremely pampered. But the three were bored beyond belief.

Yew Berries dipped his head. "I'm.. sorry. He was a great cat." And the tom was genuinely sad. Out of all the cats he had spoken to, Flurry had been the only worried cat that had expressed interest, and Yew Berries thought that his clan would need that kind of diversity. It was a hard loss, especially for the expecting queen, but Yew Berries knew he had to move on.

The black oriental took a deep breath. "Alright, since we are all here now-" he nodded to Fig and Fox to acknowledge their loss, "I will get straight to the point. In some way, shape, or form, you have all expressed to me that you are sick of your lives as they are now, and want a change. You want freedom," his eyes rested on Fig and Fox, "Or excitement," and there was Mikey, sitting up tall as he could, "Or a sense of security." Yew Berries' gaze rested on Apple and Thorn for a moment, who had been living on their own since their respective abandonments [their father was a terrible cat, and their mothers never stuck around long].

"And here, I feel as if, together, we can provide those things for each other. As a group, looking out for each other and caring for each other."

"That's a stupid idea." Thorn huffed, her gaze cynical.

"Actually, it is." A starry cat leaped onto the rock where Yew Berries had been sitting. "It's been done before, and it works extremely well." A collective gasp rose from the cats, and Fig stood. "Flurry!" She cried out, taking a step towards her deceased mate. Flurry turned, smiling brightly at his mate. "F-fig!" He leaped down from the stone, purring and nuzzling his mate. But his muzzle passed through hers. Fig froze, her expression falling with Flurry's. Of course, the tom was dead, and although he was still able to appear to the clan, he could not touch. It was almost torture, but Fig couldn't hold down her purrs.

Once the reunion was over, Flurry nodded to Fox with respect in his eyes before raising his head to address the group as a whole again. "As I said, it has happened before and works well. It's called a clan."

And the next few hours were spent by Flurry, explaining how a clan works, what it was, and everything the clan needed to know. When he got to rankings, after a quick vote, Thorn was given the rank of deputy, and Yew Berries obviously was bestowed the title of leader. "You'll need to go to the Moonstone to get your 9 lives, Yew Berries." Flurry explained, then his eyes widened.

"N-names! You all n-need names!"
The tom quickly apologized and became explaining the process.

Thorn became Thorntoes, Yew Berries became Yewstar. Apple became Applespeck, and with a bit of prompting, Mikey was given the name Houndheart. Crimson Fox took the name Foxpelt, and his twin sister, Brilliant Fig, became Figfur.
"What about you?" Figfur mewed softly to her mate, her eyes round. "M-me? N-no... I'm just Flurry. Just... just Flurry." The tom purred.

{ Thorntoes and Foxpelt hunt }
{ Applespeck and Houndheart patrol }
{ Figfur is expecting }
{ Yewstar goes to the Moonpool to get his lives }

{ Yewclan has been founded! }

Reply:

While hunting, Thorntoes and Foxpelt caught a rabbit, squirrel and a thrush
Figfur is expecting kits! They are due in two moons
Yewstar received his nine lives! He is officially the first leader of Yewclan

Applespeck stopped in her tracks, her ears pricking up slightly. Houndheart looked back at the she-cat. "What's wrong?" He asked.

"I keep hearing something." Applespeck mewed, turning her head to look in a different direction. Houndheart frowned slightly and pricked his ears up to see if he could find what she was hearing.

A tiny squeal could be heard in the distance. "There." Applespeck shrieked, turning and dashing off in that direction. Houndheart sighed and hurried after her.
While on patrol, Applespeck and Houndheart found an apprentice stuck in a bramble bush

My gallery · by **eltonn** » Sun Jun 11, 2017 9:54 am

Number of Cats: 07

[ it's who we are ]

Leader:
Yewstar | 55 | Tom | X
Lives: ★★★★★★★★★

Deputy:
Thorntoes | 42 | Shecat | X

Medicine Cat:
No cat knows the ways of healing.

Warriors:
Applespeck | 25 | Shecat | X
Houndheart | 26 | Tom | X
Foxpelt | 22 | Tom | X

Apprentices:
Owl Flutter | 11 | Shecat | X

Queens:
Figfur | 22 | Shecat | X

Kits:
The clan is kitless.

Elders:
The clan contains none of old.

forest birds as in robins, thrushes, finches, jays, sparrows etc

Mentors:
No cats are under training.

Deceased Cats:
Flurry | Euthinized ;-;

Family:
Thorntoes and Applespeck are half-sisters.
Figfur and Flurry were mates, and are expecting.
Houndheart likes Applespeck.
Yewstar and Figfur are trial mates.

Houndheart padded into camp, his tail flicking. Applespeck was behind him, and it set his fur on edge. Unfortunately, they weren't alone for most of the patrol. A loud but sweet brown shecat had stumbled across them as they traveled, claiming that she knew Yewstar and demanding to speak to him. Of course, the entire spectacle was amusing because the shecat wasn't really in a position to make deals- trapped in a bramblebush is never a good place for negotiations. Once Hound and Apple had freed her- and their pelts brushed a few times, I might add- she began spouting nonsense of how she was looking for Yewstar. The pair had decided to bring her to their leader for questioning.

And now they were at camp, pushing through the hole in the brambles that defined their entrance. The cinnamon-colored shecat ran forwards, her tail raised. "Yew Berries!" She cried cheerfully, and the black tom's head appeared from his den. His green eyes lit up. "...Owl Flutter? Owl Flutter!" He shouted, leaping down and curling his neck around the smaller feline. "I didn't think you got out- I thought you were still with Flaym? What happened?" "....Flaym... he's gone mad, Yew. He's gone mad." And now tears were pricking at her eyes, and Yewstar curled his tail around her shoulders, guiding her into his den and making soothing noises.

--

Flurry sat with Figfur, showing her different pieces of greenery and explaining their names and uses, as well as where to find them. Even if she wasn't going to be a proper medicine cat, it was still useful for her to know what to use when the kits came, and to have someone who knew what to do in an emergency. Owl Flutter watched from Yewstar's den, where she had stayed the night before, her tail swishing. And then she made a decision. I'm going to be a medicine cat. It's the least I can do for Yew...

--

Night had fallen- it had been a quarter moon since Owl Flutter arrived. She didn't want to change her name, which Foxpelt found strange, but didn't question. Yewstar had known her- she was from the rogue group he had lived in before deciding to start his own... which ended up becoming Yewclan.

An owl hooted, and a silvery-blue pelt shimmered into appearance on Yewstar's rock, where he addressed the clan from. "All cats old enough to mentor an apprentice gather beneath this rock- I need to talk to you!" Informal, yes, but it got the job done well enough. Soon, the seven cats in the clan sat around him, murmuring questions.

"I know, this is a strange time. But I have something important, s-so, just sit tight, ok?" Flurry's nerves began to show as he realized he was surrounded by other cats. He always was a panicky tom. Taking a gulp, the dead cat continued. "Um... well, you see.." His gaze drifted to Figfur, who gave him a smile. He felt renewed, as if the strength for him to continue on was trapped in that smile. His head lifted, his back straightened. Flurry looked... confident. "So, we starclan spirits- that is, cats like me, who are dead but still walk among you. Well, we can see little snippets of the future. And... well, we've seen a few... a few couples in the future. Of course, since I am one of you, the other spirits of past clans.. they haven't told me them yet, so I'll be just as surprised as you are. But.. it's difficult for the older spirits to visit. So... in order to get this information, we need to find the tallest tree, and climb to the top." He paused, nodding to himself. "Oh! And everycat that is old enough to have an apprentice must come. Which means everyone except Owl Flutter."

Owl Flutter looked disappointed. "Then where will I go?" She pouted. "You can sit beneath it with me, okay?" Figfur grinned at the younger apprentice, who perked up instantly. Right, yes.. Figfur's belly is so swollen with kits now that she can't climb... and if she fell.. they could die. "That's a good idea, thank you Figfur!" The shecat smiled again, and Flurry smiled back.

A few unsure mutters ran across the clan, but eventually they reached an agreement. If it was the will of starclan, they had to go. So the clan set off for the tallest tree they could find.

--

"Yewstar, who is Flaym?" Foxpelt had trotted over to the leader as they searched, but his voice was low. Yewstar's walk suddenly seemed stiff. He twitched his whiskers, not looking at Foxpelt. "Don't ask me that question again. He is none of your concern." "He?" Foxpelt prodded, and Yewstar stopped, turning on the tom with fire in his eyes. "Flaym is an extremely dangerous cat, who has no morals and will do nothing for honor. You should hope that he doesn't find us here." And with that, Yewstar turned away, his feathery tail raised, and sped up his pace, leaving Foxpelt standing confused.

--

They had done it. They had found the tallest tree. Thorntoes launched herself up it as soon as they found it, her abnormally large claws digging into the bark and propelling her upwards. Soon, the rest of the clan followed, with Owl Flutter and Figfur sitting beneath. The clan settled in the tallest branches, as far up as they could without the branches being too thin to hold them.

Flurry leaped into the sky, and suddenly it was alight with glowing fur. A gasp emitted from Houndheart's jaws, and he leaned against Applespeck, his eyes round. It was as if the stars themselves have come down to speak with them! And the tom couldn't help but hope that he and Applespeck would be paired.

It felt like forever while Flurry conversed with the ancient cats. When he finally returned, his face was pale, as if all the blood was gone. Houndheart didn't even know that was possible. Flurry gulped, and... it almost looked as if he was about to cry. His voice trembled. "It's... I-.. I've talked with the Ancients a-and..." He couldn't make himself speak, and ducked his head. A course mew came from him, indecipherable to all. "Eh? Speak up!" Thorntoes grunted, and Flurry glanced at her. "Th-the.. the paring.. it's.. it's Y-yewstar... and.. F-figf-fur." The tom opened his jaws in what would have been a howl of pain, but he disappeared in the split second that Houndpaw thought he saw it.

Nobody moved for a good while.

"Well? Who is it..?" Figfur's light voice called up. Everyone exchanged a glance before wordlessly climbing down the tree. No one spoke a word, just circled around Figfur and Owl Flutter. Yewstar came down last, his gaze heavy. He trotted over to Figfur until they were standing face-to-face. The tom's ears drooped. "It's.. us."

{ Thorntoes and Foxpelt hunt }
{ Applespeck and Houndheart patrol }
{ Figfur is expecting- she is due in one moon }
{ Owl Flutter decides to not take a clan name }
{ Owl Flutter has decided to pursue the path of a medicine cat }

{ Yewstar and Figfur are now trial mates- wait, what? }
[ trial mates do not have kits ]

Reply:

Applespeck and Houndheart eyed the new cat suspiciously. While on their patrol, the pair had found a giant furball of a cat waiting at their border, not looking surprised when the Yewclan cats appeared. "What are you waiting here for?" Applespeck mewed to the ginger cat.

"I'm waiting for you." The cat replied. "I want to join."

While on patrol, Applespeck and Houndheart found a warrior
While hunting, Thorntoes and Foxpelt caught a robin, squirrel and thrush

My gallery · by **eltonn** » Sun Jun 11, 2017 9:59 am

Number of Cats: 08

[ it's who we are ]

Leader:
Yewstar | 56 | Tom | X
Lives: ★★★★★★★★★

Deputy:
Thorntoes | 43 | Shecat | X

Medicine Cat:
No cat knows the ways of healing.
app. Owl Flutter | 12 | Shecat | X

Warriors:
Applespeck | 26 | Shecat | X
Houndheart | 27 | Tom | X
Foxpelt | 23 | Tom | X
Howard | 71 | Tom X

Apprentices:
No cats are training under the code.

Queens:
Figfur | 23 | Shecat | X

Kits:
The clan is kitless.

Elders:
The clan contains none of old.

forest birds as in robins, thrushes, finches, jays, sparrows etc

Mentors:
No cats are under training.

Deceased Cats:
Flurry | Euthinized ;-;

Family:
Thorntoes and Applespeck are half-sisters.
Figfur and Flurry were mates, and are expecting.
Houndheart likes Applespeck.
Yewstar and Figfur are trial mates.

"Are you kidding me? Owl Flutter and I are perfectly capable of taking care of Figfur!" "No, you're dead and she's still learning. We need a full medicine cat not only to make sure her kitting goes alright, but in case anything bad happens to the clan!" "Yewstar, what kind of bad things would happen to us? The clan is literally in the middle of nowhere! It's not like some random hoard of cats is going to try and murder us in our sleep!" "How do you know we're safe? Are you're magic 'future starclan visions' showing you? Because so far, all they've done is cause problems!" "You're the one causing a problem here!" The two toms were nose-to-nose, living versus dead, leader versus warrior. Howard watched this entire exchange quietly, drawing his paw over his ears in a nonchalant manner. He had only recently joined the clan, but not much actually bothered the laid-back tom. Yewstar hissed loudly, his pelt puffing up. "I'm not arguing with a cat who won't see logical reason!" The black tom turned and stomped to the entrance. "I'm going to the gathering- Foxpelt, Howard, and Thorntoes will go with me." After a brief moment of thinking, he added. "Flurry is in charge until I'm back. Go to him if you have any problems."

--

That was four days ago, and it concerned Figfur that the gathering group hadn't returned yet. Was it really that far? Ever since her and Yewstar were paired, she felt a small growing affection for the tom. But that couldn't break her love of Flurry, who spent time with her every day, showing Owl Flutter the herbs in the nursery so that Figfur wouldn't be left alone. She almost purred, thinking of the white tom. A sudden pain stopped her, and Figfur's eyes widened. "Flurry!"

{ Thorntoes and Foxpelt border patrol }
{ Howard, Applespeck and Houndheart hunt }
--
{ Figfur's kits are due! }
{ Owl Flutter looks for herbs }
{ On his way back from the gathering, Yewstar goes to the moonpool and asks for a full med cat.
[could i request a black/almost all black tom?]

Reply:

Flurry crouched next to Figfur, a worried look in his eyes. He wished that he could comfort his mate- was she even that anymore? Owl Flutter hurried in and out of the den, bringing herbs that she had stored in her den. "Will this work?" She kept asking Flurry. Flurry looked at the herbs each time, telling her yes or no, only for her to disappear again.

The white tom turned back to Figfur. "Everything will be fine."

[ Figfur gave birth to four kits ]
[ Sadly, the first kit passed away shortly after birth. Starclan will look over it's new star ]
[ Thorntoes and Foxpelt found a medicine cat while on patrol ]
[ Pick 5 herbs from here to start off your store ]
[ Howard, Applespeck and Houndheart caught a rabbit and sparrow while hunting ]
[ Owl Flutter found comfrey root and daisy leaves while herb hunting ]

My gallery · by **eltonn** » Sun Jun 11, 2017 10:01 am

Number of Cats: 012

[ it's who we are ]

Leader:
Yewstar | 57 | Tom | X
Lives: ★★★★★★★★★

Deputy:
Thorntoes | 44 | Shecat | X

Medicine Cat:
Nightsage | 17 | Tom | X
app. Owl Flutter | 13 | Shecat | X

Warriors:
Applespeck | 27 | Shecat | X
Houndheart | 28 | Tom | X
Foxpelt | 24 | Tom | X

Apprentices:
No cats are training under the code.

Queens:
Figfur | 24 | Shecat | X

Kits:
Breamkit | 1 | Tom | X
Flowerkit | 1 | Shecat | X
Redkit | 1 | Tom | X

Elders:
The clan contains none of old.

forest birds as in robins, thrushes, finches, jays, sparrows etc

Mentors:
No cats are under training.

Deceased Cats:
Flurry | Euthinized ;-;
Applekit | Stillborn
Howard | Murdered by Clyke

Family:
Thorntoes and Applespeck are half-sisters.
Figfur and Flurry were mates, and had
- Applekit, Breamkit, Flowerkit and Redkit.
Houndheart likes Applespeck.
Yewstar and Figfur are trial mates.

Figfur lay on her side, her tail flicking side to side as she pulled her kits to her belly. They're beautiful... She purred. All four of them are. An ache opened up within her as she thought of her firstborn, who lay curled next to her three siblings, her form shimmering lightly. Applekit.... Oh, Applekit... Why did you have to leave us? The queen wished that she could lap the small creature's head fur, but she knew that if she tried, her tongue would pass through. Breamkit turned onto his side, kicking Flowerkit in the ribs, who in turn opened her pink jaws in a mew of discomfort. Redkit shuffled in his sleep, but didn't wake.

-

Owl Flutter trailed after Nightsage, her eyes round and her mew quick with excitement. So, you know all about the different herbs? And you can teach me?" "I thought that Flurry was doing quite a nice job of teaching you so far." "Yeah, but he can only show me so much! Because, well. He can't... y'know. Touch anything." Nightsage nodded thoughtfully. "Can't say how good of a teacher I'll be...." The black tom grinned over his shoulder at Owl Flutter. "But of course, I'll surely try! Now, why don't you show me around the territory so I can get a feel of the best places to gather herbs?" Owl Flutter perked up, dashing to get ahead of the tom and take the lead.

-

A shadow of a cat flickered across the ground, their paws barely making a sound as they neared the rogue group. "Ahh.. here is our consort now." A sickly-sweet voice purred as the newcomer emerged from the darkness of the night. The cat dipped their head, their eyes narrowed. "Come in, come in. As they say, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. And it certainly seems so in your case." The orange tom grinned, almost in a reptilian manner. It wasn't difficult to imagine a snake-like tongue flicking between his curved teeth. "I am so glad to, ah, make your acquaintance, Friend."

-

Howard had decided to break off from the main patrol group. Not his proudest moment, but he was sick of Thorntoes bossing everyone around like she owned the place, which she semi-did. "Now where did that 'ere mouse get off to, eh?" The tom mumbled under his breath, trying to pick up the scent of the wily rodent. "'old on, what's that?" Howard paused at a crackling noise. A sudden hiss, and a wiry brown-black tom with long legs and a burning gaze rammed into his side, causing the cream tom to temporarily lose his balance and topple over. A yowl of victory from the thin tom, and his claws unsheathed, he laid them across Howard's throat. The longhair gulped, his blue eyes centering on the sharp tips of the claws. "I figure yer gonna up 'n kill me, eh?" The black tom narrowed their eyes, pressing harder against Howard's pelt. Howard sighed. "It ain't proper, it ain't. Ye 'aven't even introduced yourself. Th'aint right." "My name is of no concern of yours, pathetic lamb!" The killer growled angrily, their paw darting upwards. Howard's eyes dimmed. The tom hadn't even been with the clan for a moon. The wiry tom, Cylke, glared at the longhair one last time before stalking away to report back to his home.

{ Howard, Thorntoes and Foxpelt border patrol }
{ Yewstar, Applespeck and Houndheart hunt }
--
{ Howard has been murdered by Clyke. }
{ Owl Flutter and Nightsage get to know each other }

Reply:

[ Howard, Thorntoes and Foxpelt found an apprentice while on patrol ]
[ Yewstar, Applespeck and Houndheart caught a sparrow, shrew and vole while out hunting ]
[ Starclan has received a new star among its skies. Howard will be well looked after ]

My gallery · by **eltonn** » Sun Jun 11, 2017 10:01 am

Number of Cats: 011

[ it's who we are ]

Leader:
Yewstar | 58 | Tom | X
Lives: ★★★★★★★★★

Deputy:
Thorntoes | 45 | Shecat | X

Medicine Cat:
Nightsage | 18 | Tom | X
app. Owl Flutter | 14 | Shecat | X

Warriors:
Applespeck | 28 | Shecat | X
Houndheart | 29 | Tom | X
Foxpelt | 25 | Tom | X

Apprentices:
No cats are training under the code.

Queens:
Figfur | 25 | Shecat | X

Kits:
Breamkit | 2 | Tom | X
Flowerkit | 2 | Shecat | X
Redkit | 2 | Tom | X

Elders:
The clan contains none of old.

forest birds as in robins, thrushes, finches, jays, sparrows etc

Mentors:
No cats are under training.

Deceased Cats:
Flurry | Euthinized ;-;
Applekit | Stillborn
Howard | Murdered by Clyke
Crescentpaw | Killed by a fallen tree | In SC

Family:
Thorntoes and Applespeck are half-sisters.
Figfur and Flurry were mates, and had
- Applekit, Breamkit, Flowerkit and Redkit.
Houndheart likes Applespeck.
Owl Flutter likes Nightsage.
Yewstar and Figfur are trial mates.

Applekit chased after her three siblings, giggling happily. Breamkit stopped, spinning and swiping his paw through his sister. "Yaaah! I'll protect you from the badger, fair Flowerkit!" He called out over his shoulder as his younger sister dashed away with a chorus of laughter. "Nocat is safe from me! Rawrrr!" Applekit yowled playfully, batting at her living sibling's paws. She never got tired of watching her own paws pass through his- it was a game to her. None of the kits really realized why it happened, nor did they care. "Surprise attack!!" Flowerkit streaked between the duo, racing through her sister without a thought. "Hey, that's not how the game goes! I'm supposed to protect you," Breamkit complained, his voice slowing into a whine. Flowerkit snickered. "Well, this is how I play my game!" "What are you guys playing?" Redkit toddled towards the trio. He was the runt of the litter, but he didn't let that stop him. Yewstar flicked his ears towards the kits as he watched them play. It was... relaxing, in a way. He could almost forget the electricity flying between him and their real father. Breamkit perked up, his eyes bright. "I'm the valiant deputy of Kitclan! I'm trying to save Flowerkit from the badger that's attaking the camp." He blinked, then added informatively. "She's the clan leader's daughter." Yewstar couldn't help but wince. He was, at that moment, glad to be alone in his den, with no one watching. His eyes shifted to Figfur, laying in the entrance of the nursery with Flurry by her side, lapping at her ears. Something inside of the clan leader twisted, and Yewstar turned away.

--

"I'm tellin' ya, I don' know who it was." Howard shrugged. "How do you not know who killed you, Howard?!" Thistletoes shook her head slowly. "I didn't recognize 'em, Thistletoes. It wasn't any clan cat, thas fer sure." Yewstar frowned, tilting his head down from his perch towards the spirit. They had found his body in the forest, and after mourning, buried him. The next morning he was washing himself next to the freshkill pile, as if everything was normal. Except that he was dead. It was all very strange for the clan to get used to, but now with three spirits running around, it was slowly becoming normal for them. At this point, they were trying to figure out the elusive killer. "Could you.. describe them?" Yewstar spoke softly and calmly. "Black. Mmm, with a bit of brown on his pelt, mmhm. And he had long legs. Spoke down t'me, he did. Called me a... ah, pathetic laamb?" Yewstar froze, his eyes widening. He recognized that cat. Shaking his pelt, Yewstar nodded. "That's very helpful, thank you."

After the small group dissipated, Yewstar frowned. Could it be...? No... they couldn't have found us this soon... could they?

--

"Good job, Crescentpaw!" Foxpelt praised his apprentice, his tail raised. Crescentpaw purred, the mouse she had just killed hanging limp in her jaws. "Really?" Her eyes glimmered. Foxpelt nodded, and she leaped up, smiling and dropping the mouse. "Oops!" She stooped down, snatching up the rodent. The apprentice flicked her tail, turning to continue her hunting, and Foxpelt allowed his mind to wander. A light drizzle began, dampening the pelts of the two cats. I wonder what Otterstream is up too... A small smile spread on his face as he imagined the unique brown shecat. Lost in his thoughts, Foxpelt wasn't phased as lightening shot across this sky. A blaze shot up pawsteps away, and he leaped back, yowling profusely. "Crescentpaw!" He screamed, panic shooting through his bones as realized that he couldn't spot his apprentice. "Foxpelt!" She wailed loudly through the flames. "Hold on, I'll get help!" He turned, running towards camp. "Yewstar! Thorntoes! Anyone! Help! Fire!"

--

The clan surged towards the inferno, their hackles raised. "Crescentpaw!" Yewstar yowled. His eyes widened. I have lives to spare- she doesn't! She's barely more than a kit! The black tom leaped into the fire. It licked his pelt, crackling across his skin like white-hot tongues of rabid dogs. "Crescentpaw!" He called again, spotting the apprentice's dark pelt. He grabbed her scruff, lifting her as high as he could and began to trudge back to his group. A wind kicked up, throwing sparks into the tom's eyes, and he paused, coughing smoke. Flames ate at his pelt, and Yewstar pushed to move forward. But the heat overwhelmed him, and the tom sank to the ground, Crescentpaw at his feet.

Yewstar opened his eyes, pale dawn light filtering through the den. He coughed, his throat caked with smoke residue. Lifting his head weakly, the tom noticed Figfur peering at him. A breath of relief billowed warm air into his nostrils, and Yewstar sighed. "I..is Crescentp-paw okay?" His voice was surprisingly hoarse to his ears, and Yewstar couldn't help but breaking into a burst of coughs again. Figfur flattened her ears. "Yewstar... Thorntoes was lucky to be able to pull you out... by the time she got back..." Yewstar turned his muzzle, noticing that Nightsage was crouched over the deputy, gingerly applying poultices to the wounds scouring her body. Owl Flutter hovered over his shoulder, watching his work carefully. Crescentpaw was nowhere in sight. Yewstar shuddered. This wasn't supposed to happen. They weren't supposed to get hurt. No one was supposed to die.

{ Thorntoes and Foxpelt border patrol }
{ Yewstar, Applespeck and Houndheart hunt }
--
{ Yewstar has lost a life. }
{ Thorntoes is badly burned. }
{ Crescentpaw has been killed by a flaming yew tree. }

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