Gustclan
Number of Cats: 19 (2 of which are kits)
|9F|10M|
Food Consumption: 4
Visit to Moonpool: It's been a week since the last visit
Number of Cats: 19 (2 of which are kits)
|9F|10M|
Food Consumption: 4
Visit to Moonpool: It's been a week since the last visit
Osierfang was shocked at the appearance of the young cat through the bushes. More so than even Myrtleclaw and Moraine. She looked like some rogue toms did when they realised they actually had kits.
“Hello, ladies, and hello sir, I am the awesome Merlinpaw.” The apprentice said, confidently, sitting up a tree on the Western border (if it even counted as a proper border), preening the fur between his claws. “I was looking for a clan that could make use of my soon to be fantastic skills. It took so long for you to get out here that I’m sure you could use me.”
The actual warriors exchanged glances between each other, and Moraine held back a snicker.
“You didn’t happen to know a cat called Larchstorm, did you?” Osierfang asked, dryily, surprising the other two Gustclan cats with how certain she seemed of the answer she’d get.
“You bet I did. My father was awesome." Osierfang audibly sighed. “He died fighting down badgers that invaded camp.” Just a hint of vulnerability entered the young tom’s voice, for not even enough time for the Gustclan warriors to really pick up on it. “He ran to the top of the gathering point, and he leapt down on the badgers, and he clawed one’s eyes out, and slashed another’s throat, sacrificing himself to a valient and noble death to save the rest of the clan! And one day I’ll be that awesome, and I’ll be able to do something so noble, but I won’t die doing it.”
“Right.” Osierfang answered again, with that same dry tone. “Definitely the same Larchstorm. You’re pretty much exactly like him.”
“Why thank you, beautiful” (Osierfang made a retching noise) “I strive to be as awesome as possible, exactly like him.”
“Larchstorm was my cousin, making you my first cousin once removed, and aren’t you boasting about being awesome while you’re stuck up in a tree there?”
Moraine snickered again, and Myrtleclaw did a good job hiding an amused smile. Merlinpaw did a very bad job at hiding a disgusted expression, which he really should have had at the mere thought of flirting with a cat three times his age, just a few seconds ago.
“No-o-o, no, I’m just… admiring the view. It’s an excellent vantage point, and there’s no way I’d get stuck.”
“So you don’t mind us leaving you there for the night, then? Just you said you’d been waiting a while, and not many cats would want to clean themselves while up a tree, which suggests… you’ve been up there all day?”
Merlinpaw scowled. “No, I’m not stuck, and I’d definitely have worked out a way down if that were the case, although I wouldn’t mind someone else coming up here to… admire the view with me.”
“Sure.”
Moraine laughed again. “You are so going to have to be his mamau.”
“And his mentor.” Myrtleclaw added.
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Moraine walked a few steps behind Pearstone as they headed into the main part of camp.
“I really like your tail.” She said, trying, once again, to get his attention in that way. “It’s beautiful.”
He flicked it in a slightly awkward mannerism, then replied in a tone that made it clear she hadn’t been successful. “Thank you, Moraine.” He vanished through the flipper, leaving Moraine looking after. She shook her head slightly before following through. They headed through to the back of the dens, past some of the square-trees that held up the upper spaces, where the two-legs who used to live in their camp had left strange platforms, mostly of the same height, but some taller.
Pearstone had jumped up ahead, and sat squarely on the table, before he launched into a standing position like a dog had just barked from below at him. His bushy tail fluffed out as fully as it could. Moraine jumped up beside him, trying to work out what he’d seen, but he was gone, leaping past the intermediary platforms in a surprisingly agile manoeuvre, not even bothering for neatness.
He paused, looking behind something… was that brown fur that was poking out?
“Meutre!” Pearstone alarmed with only a moment’s hesitation. “Poison!”
Moraine jumped down after him, to see what had him so rattled. Argusheart’s nest couldn’t be seen from their spot, or from what they had found, but it was obvious how she stirred from sleep by her startled cry. The noises of several kits crying followed.
Her reaction was similar to her friend’s.
Her tail fluffed out, she jumped, she yelled (drowning out the rest of the cacophony in the nursery), and then she started sobbing.
There were two limp bodies, nestled in a blind spot from the nursery, towards the medicine cat den, sprawled out. The smaller had drool dangling from her tiny mouth, and a pained but frozen expression, eyes wide open in a look of agony. The other was twitching, tail barely moving, clearly struggling just to move her limbs. They were both surrounded by the remains of their last meal.
Moraine could guess what Meutre meant.
Moraine was out like a bolt of lightning, yelling at the top of her lungs for Harrierpelt to come to help. Saddlekit was long gone, but if Nettlepaw was at least twitching, surely there was some hope for her.
-----
“Boulderdash, I’m terribly sorry, you still can’t come in.”
Lobeliafur had been tasked by Harrierpelt with minding his patient. Wanting to have ample space, without disturbance, Harrierpelt had decided to claim a space as his ‘sick-bay’ (as he called it), upstairs. Its entrance was close to the square rocks leading to the top, and unlike the other dens the humans had made, it had a corner cut out (where the square rocks came up underneath). At the far end was the soft platform, and the notch in the outer material allowed cats to jump up and look over the elder’s den to much of the territory below- at least, until the trees. It would be a good place for weakened cats to practice their agility again, as if they fell, they’d land on something soft not far below. Looking outside would at least provide some entertainment, even if patients had to be kept apart for their own health.
Harrierpelt’s thinking, if anyone but Lobeliafur (and seemingly Droseratail) was asked, was clearly to keep anyone who tried to get in busy with Lobeliafur’s constant chatter, so they’d give up before they actually got in. It had worked with everyone else.
“…see, I don’t know if it’s infect… infech… invectya… what was that word? Spreading, anyway, so I don’t know if it’s safe to let anyone else in, yet. You can talk through the door, can’t you? Except Nettlepaw doesn’t seem too talkative right now, she hasn’t done any talking yet, which was a bit of a surprise, y’know, because she normally seems to really like chatting-!”
“Lobeliafur! Stop i’! Tha’s my dau’er and you will le’ me see her! I’ve already lost one o’ my kits withou’ a proper goodbye, I will no’ le’ myself jus’ lose another, ‘n’ especially no’ ‘cause some na’ering twi’ tells me no’ to!”
Lobeliafur let Boulderdash in.
She tried not to listen in to the pained crying and one-sided conversation. They might not be her family directly, but just listening to it was breaking her heart. Lobeliafur really hoped they found whoever killed Saddlekit and poisoned Nettlepaw as soon as possible.
-----
Heronstar quivered with grief as she took her place for the ceremony she’d thought up before. It had taken a few minutes to remember what she’d said for Elmkit, and she could remember having said she’d hoped she wouldn’t need it again for a while. Why couldn’t that hope have been correct?
“I ask my warrior ancestors to look down on Saddlekit. She may not have had the time to become a warrior or learn your ways with Gustclan, but she surely had the ambition of a warrior. Let Starclan receive her as an apprentice, under the tutelage of all of our ancestors between your clans, so that she may learn your code as a part of Starclan. May she receive the name she truly would have earned in time among you.”
She leaned in against Chubtail as she dropped down to the level of the other cats, both seeking comfort in the other.
-----
The clan woke to yelling from the nursery again late in the night. Argusheart’s long-over-grown baby bump had disappeared, and she’d only just realised it was entirely gone, aided by her awkwardly trying to get to sleep after what had happened. Her crying lasted until the next morning, and she was still clearly upset for the next few days.
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“I’d really appreciate an apprentice soon, now, Heronstar. I hadn’t wanted one due to my own level of experience previously, but I really feel the clan needs a second medicine cat, and I think I now have the experience to support that.”
Heronstar tilted her head slightly, only raising it marginally from fussing over her two remaining kits. “Alright. I’ll be looking for suitable candidates over the next few litters. If we don’t find one by then well… some traits seem to be found in child and parent, and maybe some of those would include good memories, and so on… I’ll give you permission to have a litter of your own if we need it.”
Harrierpelt tried not to look too awkward or guilty as he continued on to tend his other patients. That wasn't really what he'd meant.
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Boulderdash had spent all morning going around camp and asking all the cats if they had any idea who had poisoned her daughter. This was stupid, as a murderer would not confess to having done it, and a good murderer would either have ensured there were no witnesses, or given said witnesses some reason not to talk about what they’d seen. A bad murderer would not have been able to sneak into the nursery and get an apprentice to follow them.
Pearstone sat on his wall, again, as he normally did. Moraine sat with him, which was beginning to feel rather typical behaviour from her, though why she always seemed slightly awkward around him was a mystery in itself.
“Boulderdash asked me a third time just now.”
“Vraiment?”
“There’s got to be someone who can do something, if only because we can’t let a kit-murderer get away with it.”
“That is not how life works. It is a possibility that we would not be able to find out whom it was, even if we do not wish to let them get away with it.” Pearstone’s tone made it clear he didn’t think that would be the case, but that didn’t stop him wanting to point that out. “I would agree we must look for them.”
“There’s got to be someone who’s got the brain to work it out. Boulderdash has been asking everyone with no luck.”
“Of course she’s had no luck. They’d be an énormémont incompétent murderer if they just confessé.”
“Well, surely there’s some way to find out what happened.” Pearstone flicked his tail in a slightly telling motion. “You’re able to, aren’t you, Poirroche? You can see how to work it out.”
Pearstone slowly nodded. They were working with a potentially skilled but presently unexperienced murderer (so stopping them before they got any experience was likely to be a good idea). In any other scenario, they would either not have thought to try killing Nettlepaw, or would have actually succeeded. As it was, it looked like killing her was an after-thought, and not enough fungus was brought to kill them both; having some spare, though, indicated they expected a kit to be around to see, rather than an apprentice. The murderer had to have at least some understanding of herbs and plants to have been able to select a type of fungus which would kill so that the bodies could be out of sight. They probably hadn’t had the time to deal with the bodies before Pearstone and Moraine arrived, otherwise they wouldn’t have remained in camp, much less the nursery, with much less frequented areas around. That meant they were probably close by at the time, with a good ability to hide or detect other cats early. Why they’d kill a kit, and how come Nettlepaw alone was present (and not any of Saddlekit’s litter-mates) was the mystery. If he could work that out… the murder would become very easy to solve.
“So you know I’m not partial; may Starclan strike me down this instant if this is a lie; I did not move in anyway, to my knowledge, which would have harmed those youngsters, and I would never do so.” He paused, for a few uncomfortable moments. “Eh, it is good to know no future version of me will be a kit-murderer. It may be best to not alert the others, in case it helps the murderer, but I will take up the case.”
Moraine beamed at him.
[Merlinpaw joins Gustclan and becomes (adopted by and) mentee to Osierfang]
[Saddlekit has died; she ate a poisonous fungus!]
[Nettlepaw is sick due to contact with poisonous fungus. She has suffered brain damage and is now mute! She is too sick to train.]
[Argusheart has reabsorbed her kits; Harrierpelt uses 1x thyme]
[Heronstar stays in camp to look after her kits; Ploverkit and Cecilykit]
[Harrierpelt stays at camp to look after his many patients]
[Chubtail, Boulderdash, Argusheart, Bugleclaw and Barnfish stay in camp]
[Pearstone and Sparrowpaw and Osierfang and Merlinpaw go training]
[Myrtleclaw, Droseratail, Shellcloud, Lobeliafur and Moraine go hunting]
[Gustclan consumes 1 big fish and 1 frog – 4 portions]
(I was going to use deathcaps but their symptoms take 4 days to start, so have mystery fungus instead, which I’ll come up with a name for later.
(I also corrected a few genotype transcriptions…)
“Hello, ladies, and hello sir, I am the awesome Merlinpaw.” The apprentice said, confidently, sitting up a tree on the Western border (if it even counted as a proper border), preening the fur between his claws. “I was looking for a clan that could make use of my soon to be fantastic skills. It took so long for you to get out here that I’m sure you could use me.”
The actual warriors exchanged glances between each other, and Moraine held back a snicker.
“You didn’t happen to know a cat called Larchstorm, did you?” Osierfang asked, dryily, surprising the other two Gustclan cats with how certain she seemed of the answer she’d get.
“You bet I did. My father was awesome." Osierfang audibly sighed. “He died fighting down badgers that invaded camp.” Just a hint of vulnerability entered the young tom’s voice, for not even enough time for the Gustclan warriors to really pick up on it. “He ran to the top of the gathering point, and he leapt down on the badgers, and he clawed one’s eyes out, and slashed another’s throat, sacrificing himself to a valient and noble death to save the rest of the clan! And one day I’ll be that awesome, and I’ll be able to do something so noble, but I won’t die doing it.”
“Right.” Osierfang answered again, with that same dry tone. “Definitely the same Larchstorm. You’re pretty much exactly like him.”
“Why thank you, beautiful” (Osierfang made a retching noise) “I strive to be as awesome as possible, exactly like him.”
“Larchstorm was my cousin, making you my first cousin once removed, and aren’t you boasting about being awesome while you’re stuck up in a tree there?”
Moraine snickered again, and Myrtleclaw did a good job hiding an amused smile. Merlinpaw did a very bad job at hiding a disgusted expression, which he really should have had at the mere thought of flirting with a cat three times his age, just a few seconds ago.
“No-o-o, no, I’m just… admiring the view. It’s an excellent vantage point, and there’s no way I’d get stuck.”
“So you don’t mind us leaving you there for the night, then? Just you said you’d been waiting a while, and not many cats would want to clean themselves while up a tree, which suggests… you’ve been up there all day?”
Merlinpaw scowled. “No, I’m not stuck, and I’d definitely have worked out a way down if that were the case, although I wouldn’t mind someone else coming up here to… admire the view with me.”
“Sure.”
Moraine laughed again. “You are so going to have to be his mamau.”
“And his mentor.” Myrtleclaw added.
-----
Moraine walked a few steps behind Pearstone as they headed into the main part of camp.
“I really like your tail.” She said, trying, once again, to get his attention in that way. “It’s beautiful.”
He flicked it in a slightly awkward mannerism, then replied in a tone that made it clear she hadn’t been successful. “Thank you, Moraine.” He vanished through the flipper, leaving Moraine looking after. She shook her head slightly before following through. They headed through to the back of the dens, past some of the square-trees that held up the upper spaces, where the two-legs who used to live in their camp had left strange platforms, mostly of the same height, but some taller.
Pearstone had jumped up ahead, and sat squarely on the table, before he launched into a standing position like a dog had just barked from below at him. His bushy tail fluffed out as fully as it could. Moraine jumped up beside him, trying to work out what he’d seen, but he was gone, leaping past the intermediary platforms in a surprisingly agile manoeuvre, not even bothering for neatness.
He paused, looking behind something… was that brown fur that was poking out?
“Meutre!” Pearstone alarmed with only a moment’s hesitation. “Poison!”
Moraine jumped down after him, to see what had him so rattled. Argusheart’s nest couldn’t be seen from their spot, or from what they had found, but it was obvious how she stirred from sleep by her startled cry. The noises of several kits crying followed.
Her reaction was similar to her friend’s.
Her tail fluffed out, she jumped, she yelled (drowning out the rest of the cacophony in the nursery), and then she started sobbing.
There were two limp bodies, nestled in a blind spot from the nursery, towards the medicine cat den, sprawled out. The smaller had drool dangling from her tiny mouth, and a pained but frozen expression, eyes wide open in a look of agony. The other was twitching, tail barely moving, clearly struggling just to move her limbs. They were both surrounded by the remains of their last meal.
Moraine could guess what Meutre meant.
Moraine was out like a bolt of lightning, yelling at the top of her lungs for Harrierpelt to come to help. Saddlekit was long gone, but if Nettlepaw was at least twitching, surely there was some hope for her.
-----
“Boulderdash, I’m terribly sorry, you still can’t come in.”
Lobeliafur had been tasked by Harrierpelt with minding his patient. Wanting to have ample space, without disturbance, Harrierpelt had decided to claim a space as his ‘sick-bay’ (as he called it), upstairs. Its entrance was close to the square rocks leading to the top, and unlike the other dens the humans had made, it had a corner cut out (where the square rocks came up underneath). At the far end was the soft platform, and the notch in the outer material allowed cats to jump up and look over the elder’s den to much of the territory below- at least, until the trees. It would be a good place for weakened cats to practice their agility again, as if they fell, they’d land on something soft not far below. Looking outside would at least provide some entertainment, even if patients had to be kept apart for their own health.
Harrierpelt’s thinking, if anyone but Lobeliafur (and seemingly Droseratail) was asked, was clearly to keep anyone who tried to get in busy with Lobeliafur’s constant chatter, so they’d give up before they actually got in. It had worked with everyone else.
“…see, I don’t know if it’s infect… infech… invectya… what was that word? Spreading, anyway, so I don’t know if it’s safe to let anyone else in, yet. You can talk through the door, can’t you? Except Nettlepaw doesn’t seem too talkative right now, she hasn’t done any talking yet, which was a bit of a surprise, y’know, because she normally seems to really like chatting-!”
“Lobeliafur! Stop i’! Tha’s my dau’er and you will le’ me see her! I’ve already lost one o’ my kits withou’ a proper goodbye, I will no’ le’ myself jus’ lose another, ‘n’ especially no’ ‘cause some na’ering twi’ tells me no’ to!”
Lobeliafur let Boulderdash in.
She tried not to listen in to the pained crying and one-sided conversation. They might not be her family directly, but just listening to it was breaking her heart. Lobeliafur really hoped they found whoever killed Saddlekit and poisoned Nettlepaw as soon as possible.
-----
Heronstar quivered with grief as she took her place for the ceremony she’d thought up before. It had taken a few minutes to remember what she’d said for Elmkit, and she could remember having said she’d hoped she wouldn’t need it again for a while. Why couldn’t that hope have been correct?
“I ask my warrior ancestors to look down on Saddlekit. She may not have had the time to become a warrior or learn your ways with Gustclan, but she surely had the ambition of a warrior. Let Starclan receive her as an apprentice, under the tutelage of all of our ancestors between your clans, so that she may learn your code as a part of Starclan. May she receive the name she truly would have earned in time among you.”
She leaned in against Chubtail as she dropped down to the level of the other cats, both seeking comfort in the other.
-----
The clan woke to yelling from the nursery again late in the night. Argusheart’s long-over-grown baby bump had disappeared, and she’d only just realised it was entirely gone, aided by her awkwardly trying to get to sleep after what had happened. Her crying lasted until the next morning, and she was still clearly upset for the next few days.
-----
“I’d really appreciate an apprentice soon, now, Heronstar. I hadn’t wanted one due to my own level of experience previously, but I really feel the clan needs a second medicine cat, and I think I now have the experience to support that.”
Heronstar tilted her head slightly, only raising it marginally from fussing over her two remaining kits. “Alright. I’ll be looking for suitable candidates over the next few litters. If we don’t find one by then well… some traits seem to be found in child and parent, and maybe some of those would include good memories, and so on… I’ll give you permission to have a litter of your own if we need it.”
Harrierpelt tried not to look too awkward or guilty as he continued on to tend his other patients. That wasn't really what he'd meant.
-----
Boulderdash had spent all morning going around camp and asking all the cats if they had any idea who had poisoned her daughter. This was stupid, as a murderer would not confess to having done it, and a good murderer would either have ensured there were no witnesses, or given said witnesses some reason not to talk about what they’d seen. A bad murderer would not have been able to sneak into the nursery and get an apprentice to follow them.
Pearstone sat on his wall, again, as he normally did. Moraine sat with him, which was beginning to feel rather typical behaviour from her, though why she always seemed slightly awkward around him was a mystery in itself.
“Boulderdash asked me a third time just now.”
“Vraiment?”
“There’s got to be someone who can do something, if only because we can’t let a kit-murderer get away with it.”
“That is not how life works. It is a possibility that we would not be able to find out whom it was, even if we do not wish to let them get away with it.” Pearstone’s tone made it clear he didn’t think that would be the case, but that didn’t stop him wanting to point that out. “I would agree we must look for them.”
“There’s got to be someone who’s got the brain to work it out. Boulderdash has been asking everyone with no luck.”
“Of course she’s had no luck. They’d be an énormémont incompétent murderer if they just confessé.”
“Well, surely there’s some way to find out what happened.” Pearstone flicked his tail in a slightly telling motion. “You’re able to, aren’t you, Poirroche? You can see how to work it out.”
Pearstone slowly nodded. They were working with a potentially skilled but presently unexperienced murderer (so stopping them before they got any experience was likely to be a good idea). In any other scenario, they would either not have thought to try killing Nettlepaw, or would have actually succeeded. As it was, it looked like killing her was an after-thought, and not enough fungus was brought to kill them both; having some spare, though, indicated they expected a kit to be around to see, rather than an apprentice. The murderer had to have at least some understanding of herbs and plants to have been able to select a type of fungus which would kill so that the bodies could be out of sight. They probably hadn’t had the time to deal with the bodies before Pearstone and Moraine arrived, otherwise they wouldn’t have remained in camp, much less the nursery, with much less frequented areas around. That meant they were probably close by at the time, with a good ability to hide or detect other cats early. Why they’d kill a kit, and how come Nettlepaw alone was present (and not any of Saddlekit’s litter-mates) was the mystery. If he could work that out… the murder would become very easy to solve.
“So you know I’m not partial; may Starclan strike me down this instant if this is a lie; I did not move in anyway, to my knowledge, which would have harmed those youngsters, and I would never do so.” He paused, for a few uncomfortable moments. “Eh, it is good to know no future version of me will be a kit-murderer. It may be best to not alert the others, in case it helps the murderer, but I will take up the case.”
Moraine beamed at him.
[Merlinpaw joins Gustclan and becomes (adopted by and) mentee to Osierfang]
[Saddlekit has died; she ate a poisonous fungus!]
[Nettlepaw is sick due to contact with poisonous fungus. She has suffered brain damage and is now mute! She is too sick to train.]
[Argusheart has reabsorbed her kits; Harrierpelt uses 1x thyme]
[Heronstar stays in camp to look after her kits; Ploverkit and Cecilykit]
[Harrierpelt stays at camp to look after his many patients]
[Chubtail, Boulderdash, Argusheart, Bugleclaw and Barnfish stay in camp]
[Pearstone and Sparrowpaw and Osierfang and Merlinpaw go training]
[Myrtleclaw, Droseratail, Shellcloud, Lobeliafur and Moraine go hunting]
[Gustclan consumes 1 big fish and 1 frog – 4 portions]
(I was going to use deathcaps but their symptoms take 4 days to start, so have mystery fungus instead, which I’ll come up with a name for later.
(I also corrected a few genotype transcriptions…)
- Leader:
Heronstar | 62 | Female
Lives: ★★★★★★★☆☆
↪point long-furred molly with blue eyes
Bb’/CsCs/Dd/dmdm/Ii/ll/Mcmc/oo/ss/ww
Deputy:
★ Chubtail | 58 | Male
↪ Brown tabby tom with white patches and yellow eyes
bb’/CCs/dd/Dmdm/ii/Ll/McMc/oY/Ss/ww
Medicine Cat: (1)
★ Harrierpelt | 37 | Male
↪ Long-furred dark-grey tom with amber eyes
Bb‘/CCs/dd/dmdm/ii/ll/mcmc/oY/ss/ww
Warriors: (10)
★ Boulderdash | 53 | Female
↪ Slender grey tabby molly with green eyes
↪ Scar on shoulder and chipped ear
BB/CC/dd/dmdm/Ii/Ll/Mcmc/oo/Ss/ww
★ Myrtleclaw | 49 | Male
↪ Long furred pale grey tabby tom with golden eyes
BB/CCb/dd/dmdm /Ii/ll/McMc/oY/ss/ww
★ Argusheart | 54 | Female
↪ Chocolate/Dark tortoiseshell molly with pale green eyes
bb/CCs/Dd/dmdm/ii/Ll/mcmc/Oo/ss/ww
★ Pearstone “Poirroche” | 36 | Male
↪ Long-furred white tom with slightly grey tail and green eyes
BB/CC/dd/Dmdm/Ii/ll/Mcmc/oY/SS/ww
★ Osierfang | 24 | Female
↪ Gold-brown tabby molly with green eyes
b’b‘/CCb/dd/dmdm/ii/LL/Mcmc/oo/ss/ww
★ Bugleclaw | 55 | Male
↪ Large, long-furred black tom with hazel eyes
BB/CC/DD/dmdm/ii/ll/mcmc/oY/ss/ww
★ Lobeliafur | 20 | Female
↪ White-furred molly with brown eyes
bb/CCs/Dd/dmdm /ii/Ll/McMc/OO/ss/WW
★ Moraine on Steep Slope “Moraine” | 31 | Female
↪ Golden-brown tabby molly with big green eyes
bb/CC/dd/DmDm/ii/Ll/McMc/OO/Ss/ww
★ Shellcloud | 16 | Male
↪ White tom with grey point and blue eyes
bb’/CsCs/dd/dmdm/Ii/ll/McMc/oY/Ss/ww
★ Droseratail| 16 | Male
↪ Tabby cinnamon tom with blue eyes
b’b’/CCs/Dd/dmdm/ii/Ll/Mcmc/oY/ss/ww
★ Name | Age | Gender
↪ Description
carrying
Apprentices: (3)
★ Sparrowpaw | 10 | Female
↪ Pale grey tabby molly with hazel eyes
BB/CC/dd/dmdm/Ii/Ll/Mcmc/oo/ss/ww
★ Nettlepaw | 10 | Female
↪ Pale grey tabby molly with blue eyes
Bb’/CCs/dd/dmdm/ii/Ll/Mcmc/oo/ss/ww
★ Merlinpaw | 7 | Male
↪ Gold-brown tabby tom with green eyes and white feet
b’b’/CCa/dd/dmdm/ii/ll/McMc/oY/Ss/ww
★ Name | Age | Gender
↪ Description
carrying
Queens: (1)
★ Heronstar | 62 | Female | •••
↪ Point long-furred molly with blue eyes
Bb’/CsCs/Dd/dmdm/Ii/ll/Mcmc/oo/ss/ww
★ Name | Age | Gender | •
↪ Description
Carrying
Kits: (2)
★ Ploverkit | 3 | Male
↪ Brown tabby tom with white underside and hazel eyes
Bb’/CCs/dd/Dmdm/ii/Ll/McMc/oY/Ss/ww
★ Cicelykit | 3 | Female
↪ Molly with grey point, white toes and blue eyes
Bb/CsCs/dd/dmdm/ii/Ll/Mcmc/oo/Ss/ww
☆ Saddlekit | 3 | Female
↪ Brown tabby molly with white underside and legs, and yellow eyes
bb’/CCs/dd/dmdm/ii/Ll/McMc/oo/Ss/ww
★ Name | Age | Gender
↪ Description
carrying
Elders: (1)
★ Barnfish “Barn-owl” | 87 | Male
↪ White and ginger tom with hazel eyes
↪ Nose scar, scar over one eye, so he’s blind in one eye
BB/CC/dd/dmdm/ii/LL/McMc/OY/Ss/ww
★ Name | Age | Gender
↪ Description
carrying
Ally Clans:
Clan Name | Username
Clan Name | Username
Enemy Clans
Clan Name | Username
Clan Name | Username
Borders
North East | Mostly Lake | Forestclan | Simonpet
North West | Mostly Lake | Clan Name | Username
East | Road + Stream | Clan Name | Username
South | Road | Wrenclan | Raven Walker
West | Hills | Clan Name | Username
Medicine Store
Borage Leaves (1) | Brings down fevers, improves milk
Burdock Root (2) | Helps cure rat bites (infection, pain)
Catmint (1) | Remedy for green/whitecough
Celandine (1) | Soothes damaged eyes.
Cobweb (1) | Slow bleeding. Binds broken bones.
Comfrey (1) | Repairs broken bones, sooths wounds.
Helps wrenched claws. Eases itches, inflammation and
stiffness. Helps burns.
Daisy Leaf (1) | Eases aching joints, travelling herb
Feverfew (2) | Reduces body temperature, heals aches
and pains, esp. headaches.
Goldenrod (1) | Helps heal wounds
Honey (1) | Soothes infections, helps damaged throats
and swallowing, soothes coughing, gives energy.
Horestail (1) | Treats infections and stops bleeding.
Lungwort (2) | Cures yellowcough
Ragwort (1) | Reduces joint ache, keeps up strength
Sorrel(1) | For travelling, increases appetite
Tansy (1) | Cures coughs, cure wounds and poisons.
Stops cats from getting greencough. Soothes throats
Thyme (0) | Helps nervousness, anxiety and shock
Watermint (1) | Reduces bellyache
Fresh-Kill Pile:
Frogs | x1 | 1 serving
Mice | x2 | 1 serving
Squirrels | x1 | 2 servings
Rabbits | x2 | 2 servings
Big Fish | x2 | 3 servings
Hares | x2 | 3 servings
Total | 21 | 5 moons’ worth
Mentors:
All: Climb, Fish and/or Hunt
Warrior: Fight, Track
Med Cat: Herb Identification, Heal, Stealth
+Detective: Observe, Investigate, Stealth
+Deputy, from Leader: Diplomacy, Orate, Stategise
Optional skills (2(+)): Advance skill (above), Agility,
Basic Heal (warrior), Diplomacy, Fight, Fish, Herb
identification, Hunt, Interpret Prophecy, Investigate,
Observe, Orate, Run, Stalk, Stealth, Strategise,
Swim, Track
Boulderdash | Nettlepaw | 4
Hunt, Swim, Climb, Fish,
Pearstone | Sparrowpaw | 4
Hunt, Swim, Climb, Fish,
Osierfang | Merlinpaw | 0
NA
Mentor | Apprentice | No. of training sessions
Moves
Deceased Cats:
Elmkit fang | Died shortly after birth
Saddlekit stream | Ate poisonous fungus
Cat Name | Cause of Death
Family:
★ Heronstar and Chubtail ★
Shellcloud and Droseratail;
Ploverkit, Cicelykit and Saddlekit
★ Boulderdash and Harrierpelt [Myrtleclaw] ★
Elmkit, Sparrowpaw and Nettlepaw
★Argusheart and Bugleclaw ★
Kits reabsorbed
★Larchstorm and Unknown [Osierfang]★
Merlinpaw
★ Name and Name ★
Kits
Clan Name | Username
Clan Name | Username
Enemy Clans
Clan Name | Username
Clan Name | Username
Borders
North East | Mostly Lake | Forestclan | Simonpet
North West | Mostly Lake | Clan Name | Username
East | Road + Stream | Clan Name | Username
South | Road | Wrenclan | Raven Walker
West | Hills | Clan Name | Username
Medicine Store
Borage Leaves (1) | Brings down fevers, improves milk
Burdock Root (2) | Helps cure rat bites (infection, pain)
Catmint (1) | Remedy for green/whitecough
Celandine (1) | Soothes damaged eyes.
Cobweb (1) | Slow bleeding. Binds broken bones.
Comfrey (1) | Repairs broken bones, sooths wounds.
Helps wrenched claws. Eases itches, inflammation and
stiffness. Helps burns.
Daisy Leaf (1) | Eases aching joints, travelling herb
Feverfew (2) | Reduces body temperature, heals aches
and pains, esp. headaches.
Goldenrod (1) | Helps heal wounds
Honey (1) | Soothes infections, helps damaged throats
and swallowing, soothes coughing, gives energy.
Horestail (1) | Treats infections and stops bleeding.
Lungwort (2) | Cures yellowcough
Ragwort (1) | Reduces joint ache, keeps up strength
Sorrel(1) | For travelling, increases appetite
Tansy (1) | Cures coughs, cure wounds and poisons.
Stops cats from getting greencough. Soothes throats
Thyme (0) | Helps nervousness, anxiety and shock
Watermint (1) | Reduces bellyache
Fresh-Kill Pile:
Frogs | x1 | 1 serving
Mice | x2 | 1 serving
Squirrels | x1 | 2 servings
Rabbits | x2 | 2 servings
Big Fish | x2 | 3 servings
Hares | x2 | 3 servings
Total | 21 | 5 moons’ worth
Mentors:
All: Climb, Fish and/or Hunt
Warrior: Fight, Track
Med Cat: Herb Identification, Heal, Stealth
+Detective: Observe, Investigate, Stealth
+Deputy, from Leader: Diplomacy, Orate, Stategise
Optional skills (2(+)): Advance skill (above), Agility,
Basic Heal (warrior), Diplomacy, Fight, Fish, Herb
identification, Hunt, Interpret Prophecy, Investigate,
Observe, Orate, Run, Stalk, Stealth, Strategise,
Swim, Track
Boulderdash | Nettlepaw | 4
Hunt, Swim, Climb, Fish,
Pearstone | Sparrowpaw | 4
Hunt, Swim, Climb, Fish,
Osierfang | Merlinpaw | 0
NA
Mentor | Apprentice | No. of training sessions
Moves
Deceased Cats:
Elmkit fang | Died shortly after birth
Saddlekit stream | Ate poisonous fungus
Cat Name | Cause of Death
Family:
★ Heronstar and Chubtail ★
Shellcloud and Droseratail;
Ploverkit, Cicelykit and Saddlekit
★ Boulderdash and Harrierpelt [Myrtleclaw] ★
Elmkit, Sparrowpaw and Nettlepaw
★Argusheart and Bugleclaw ★
Kits reabsorbed
★Larchstorm and Unknown [Osierfang]★
Merlinpaw
★ Name and Name ★
Kits