MoorClan
Justice will come on swift wings, none shall ever escape
Number of Cats: 15 | Males: 7 | Females:8
Justice will come on swift wings, none shall ever escape
Number of Cats: 15 | Males: 7 | Females:8
Stonenose travelled to the Lightning Oak with his apprentice in tow; it was time for Smallpaw to take on the mantle of medicine cat and he could only imagine the anguish she would feel, knowing that just a couple of feet below her lay the body of her deceased brother. As the sun disappeared behind the crests of the hills, he could see the first dusk stars appearing, ever bright.
For the first time in his life, he wondered who those stars represented; had they been young like Ternpaw? Had they been murdered in cold blood on nothing more than a bloodthirsty whim? Stonenose turned to Smallpaw, watching as she plodded beside him. She’d grown up a long time ago; serious and stoic, all kitten-like softness gone from her dour features. It was heart-breaking but Stonenose understood the reason behind it; she’d spent most of her life flittering from clan to clan, surrounded by dying cats left and right. A kitten had no place in such a past like that.
The Lightning Oak loomed far above their heads, several fox-lengths wide and impossibly tall. Smallpaw stared at its tangled branches, it was there she’d converse with Starclan. However it was tainted by the knowledge that somewhere beneath those very same divine branches, lay the rotting body of her brother. The spindly tortoiseshell knew that if he’d survived, he’d be receiving his warrior name around about now; his mother would’ve been cheering and nobody would’ve had to grieve the loss of a fine warrior. ‘’Smallpaw?’’ murmured her mentor, watching her nervously from a slender branch. His amber eyes were wide and anxious, staring from the shadows while she reminisced over kitten-hood memories.
‘’Ready.’’ Smallpaw sighed at last, scrambling up to join him. Without another word, Smallpaw squeezed her eyes shut and waited for Starclan’s mystical presence. Stonenose was silent, save for his heavy breathing. Would Starclan grace his apprentice with their blessings? Had he taught her enough? Smallpaw seemed far too young to become an apprentice and Stonenose was tempted to shake her awake but he didn’t, not out of fear of Fritillarystar’s anger or Starclan’s fury; but out of knowledge that this was the path that Smallpaw had chosen, and walk it she would.
At first she was greeted with nothing but the void unending. Fur bristling with fear, Smallpaw was worried that something had gone wrong; that Starclan scorned her and her lack of prophetic knowledge. Maybe Stonenose had made a mistake making her his apprentice and Starclan was punishing her with a nightmare for it, but luckily this was not the case. After what felt like eternity, a large calico tom approached Smallpaw quietly. She looked at his ragged ears and the many scars that criss-crossed his white fur, wondering how many battles the solemn warrior had fought and why he was the one to bestow her name.
‘’Greetings, I am Rippedear; Are you Smallpaw?’’ He rumbled, looming over the shy apprentice. ‘’Yes, sir…I am indeed Smallpaw.’’ She replied, trying to keep the nerves out of her voice. This wasn’t what she’d expected but if this was to be her name-giver than so be it! Rippedear nodded and continued. ‘’Very well, I dub thee Small___* in honour of your ____*’’
Smallpaw dipped her head respectfully, watching as a starry crowd stepped out of the shadows. Their eyes glistened with admiration, but Smallpaw didn’t care; she was too busy searching their ranks for her brother. ‘’If you’re looking for Ternpaw; he’s not here.’’ A grey tom murmured, shaking his head gravely. Another voice chimed in as a brown tabby strode up to her, shaking her head solemnly, ‘’Greynose is right; Ternpaw can’t reach us.’’ Turning to a russet-furred cat, the starry tabby sighed gravely. ‘’None of us know why, little one.’’
Just like that, Smallpaw’s entire world had shattered; her eyes stared and her jaw dropped. There was no reason for Ternpaw not to be in Starclan, he couldn’t be in the dark forest! He’d done nothing wrong, had no reason to be condemned to ever-lasting punishment with the other cruel villains of the forest. ‘’Y-you should! You’re our ancestor’s for goodness sake!’’
The russet-furred molly spoke, touching her nose to Smallpaw’s shoulder. ‘’I’m sorry, but we cannot see Ternpaw; but we’re looking for him.’’ The tortoiseshell sniffed and backed away, staring up at the green-eyed molly. ‘’You better, he deserves to be up here.’’ Smallpaw replied, watching as the starry cats all but disappeared.
‘’What did you see?’’ Stonenose murmured, watching his apprentice with wide eyes. He couldn’t help but notice that Smallpaw wasn’t as proud as he thought she’d be. Perhaps her ceremony hadn’t been as merry as he’d hoped it’d be. ‘’Was Ternpaw there? He must’ve been so proud of you.’’ The grey tom smiled sympathetically, hoping to coax a smile onto Smallpaw’s face. ‘’He wasn’t there, Stonenose.’’ She cut in, looking stern all of sudden. ‘’Something’s wrong, something’s very wrong.’’
Oakfeather had crept away, running frantically away from the rotting house. Her belly swollen with kittens and surges of pain rippling through her body, Oakfeather knew that she wouldn’t be able to run far but that was okay; she only wanted to run as far as the heather stones where she’d nurse her kittens away from the murder-stricken clan. Breathing heavily, Oakfeather ducked behind the dark granite; she could hear her mate crying for her, his voice laced with anxiety. ‘’I’m sorry, Dustthroat.’’ She choked, groaning with pain. ‘’But I have to this by myself.’’
(Oakfeather’s giving birth to Dustthroat’s litter.)
(I’ll mention Darkheart and Lizard in the next post)
(Smallpaw gets her medicine cat name)
For the first time in his life, he wondered who those stars represented; had they been young like Ternpaw? Had they been murdered in cold blood on nothing more than a bloodthirsty whim? Stonenose turned to Smallpaw, watching as she plodded beside him. She’d grown up a long time ago; serious and stoic, all kitten-like softness gone from her dour features. It was heart-breaking but Stonenose understood the reason behind it; she’d spent most of her life flittering from clan to clan, surrounded by dying cats left and right. A kitten had no place in such a past like that.
The Lightning Oak loomed far above their heads, several fox-lengths wide and impossibly tall. Smallpaw stared at its tangled branches, it was there she’d converse with Starclan. However it was tainted by the knowledge that somewhere beneath those very same divine branches, lay the rotting body of her brother. The spindly tortoiseshell knew that if he’d survived, he’d be receiving his warrior name around about now; his mother would’ve been cheering and nobody would’ve had to grieve the loss of a fine warrior. ‘’Smallpaw?’’ murmured her mentor, watching her nervously from a slender branch. His amber eyes were wide and anxious, staring from the shadows while she reminisced over kitten-hood memories.
‘’Ready.’’ Smallpaw sighed at last, scrambling up to join him. Without another word, Smallpaw squeezed her eyes shut and waited for Starclan’s mystical presence. Stonenose was silent, save for his heavy breathing. Would Starclan grace his apprentice with their blessings? Had he taught her enough? Smallpaw seemed far too young to become an apprentice and Stonenose was tempted to shake her awake but he didn’t, not out of fear of Fritillarystar’s anger or Starclan’s fury; but out of knowledge that this was the path that Smallpaw had chosen, and walk it she would.
At first she was greeted with nothing but the void unending. Fur bristling with fear, Smallpaw was worried that something had gone wrong; that Starclan scorned her and her lack of prophetic knowledge. Maybe Stonenose had made a mistake making her his apprentice and Starclan was punishing her with a nightmare for it, but luckily this was not the case. After what felt like eternity, a large calico tom approached Smallpaw quietly. She looked at his ragged ears and the many scars that criss-crossed his white fur, wondering how many battles the solemn warrior had fought and why he was the one to bestow her name.
‘’Greetings, I am Rippedear; Are you Smallpaw?’’ He rumbled, looming over the shy apprentice. ‘’Yes, sir…I am indeed Smallpaw.’’ She replied, trying to keep the nerves out of her voice. This wasn’t what she’d expected but if this was to be her name-giver than so be it! Rippedear nodded and continued. ‘’Very well, I dub thee Small___* in honour of your ____*’’
Smallpaw dipped her head respectfully, watching as a starry crowd stepped out of the shadows. Their eyes glistened with admiration, but Smallpaw didn’t care; she was too busy searching their ranks for her brother. ‘’If you’re looking for Ternpaw; he’s not here.’’ A grey tom murmured, shaking his head gravely. Another voice chimed in as a brown tabby strode up to her, shaking her head solemnly, ‘’Greynose is right; Ternpaw can’t reach us.’’ Turning to a russet-furred cat, the starry tabby sighed gravely. ‘’None of us know why, little one.’’
Just like that, Smallpaw’s entire world had shattered; her eyes stared and her jaw dropped. There was no reason for Ternpaw not to be in Starclan, he couldn’t be in the dark forest! He’d done nothing wrong, had no reason to be condemned to ever-lasting punishment with the other cruel villains of the forest. ‘’Y-you should! You’re our ancestor’s for goodness sake!’’
The russet-furred molly spoke, touching her nose to Smallpaw’s shoulder. ‘’I’m sorry, but we cannot see Ternpaw; but we’re looking for him.’’ The tortoiseshell sniffed and backed away, staring up at the green-eyed molly. ‘’You better, he deserves to be up here.’’ Smallpaw replied, watching as the starry cats all but disappeared.
‘’What did you see?’’ Stonenose murmured, watching his apprentice with wide eyes. He couldn’t help but notice that Smallpaw wasn’t as proud as he thought she’d be. Perhaps her ceremony hadn’t been as merry as he’d hoped it’d be. ‘’Was Ternpaw there? He must’ve been so proud of you.’’ The grey tom smiled sympathetically, hoping to coax a smile onto Smallpaw’s face. ‘’He wasn’t there, Stonenose.’’ She cut in, looking stern all of sudden. ‘’Something’s wrong, something’s very wrong.’’
Oakfeather had crept away, running frantically away from the rotting house. Her belly swollen with kittens and surges of pain rippling through her body, Oakfeather knew that she wouldn’t be able to run far but that was okay; she only wanted to run as far as the heather stones where she’d nurse her kittens away from the murder-stricken clan. Breathing heavily, Oakfeather ducked behind the dark granite; she could hear her mate crying for her, his voice laced with anxiety. ‘’I’m sorry, Dustthroat.’’ She choked, groaning with pain. ‘’But I have to this by myself.’’
(Oakfeather’s giving birth to Dustthroat’s litter.)
(I’ll mention Darkheart and Lizard in the next post)
(Smallpaw gets her medicine cat name)
- Leader:
Fritillarystar | 51 | Female | X
Lives: ★★★★★★★★★
Deputy:
Dawnpool | 50 | Female | X
Medicine Cat:
Stonenose | 42 | Male |X
Warriors:
Snailstep | 46 | Male |X | Missing
Bramblefur | 33 | Male |X
Nightclaw | 47 | Female | X
Nettlefang | 46 | Male |X | Missing
Braircloud | 46 | Male |X
Ravenflower | 63 | Female | X
Robinstorm | 37 | Female | X
Hollytail | 51 | Female | X
Dustthroat | 66 | Male |X
Darkheart | 26 | Female | X
Lizard | 24 | Male |X | Prisoner
Apprentices:
Smallpaw | 9 | Female | X
Queens:
Oakfeather | 64 | Female | X
Kits:
Elders:
- Allies:
Blueclan - MissUniverse - ''They're young at their roots just like us, but they'll prove good.''
Beechclan - Hazilnut - ''They're huge, but they're cunning and wily.''
Tempestclan - IC - ''They offered us their paw first, they seem wise enough.''
Enemies:
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Borders:
North:
Northwest: Echoclan
Northeast:
South:
Southwest:
Southeast:
West:
East:
Medicine Store:
Catnip - Cures GreenCough - 1
Comfrey Root - Cures burns, eases swelling, itching, stiffness and wounds - 1
Goatweed - Eases anxiety and grief - 1
Goldenrod - Heals wounds - 1
Lamb's ear - Gives strength - 1
Poppy Seeds - Brings rest - 0
Fresh-kill Pile:
Mouse | x1 | 1 serving
Vole | x2 | 1 serving
Rabbit | x2 | 2 servings
Kite | x2 | 2 servings
Hawk | x1 | 2 servings
Hare | x1 | 3 servings
Mentors:
Smallpaw | Stonenose | 4 | Hunting, Fighting, Climbing, Herb Recognition
Deceased Cats:
Ternpaw (heart) | 8 | Male | X – Killed by Snailstep
Mates:
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