Weather: The flood has swept throughout all the Clans' territories, its torrent effectively terrified everyone in its wake. Luckily, the worst of it has passed. But cats should be careful of where they place their paws near the worst of the flooding...
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StreamClan | justice'n'joy wrote:StreamClan
Number of Cats:37
Females: 21
Male: 20
Next Moonpool visit: 28/3/2017 (03/28/2017 to you US folk)
Next patrol: 9:49 pm NZT
Bouncefire is grumpy at his mother for the names she has chosen for her kits. "Puppykit. Really?" He rolled his eyes before noticing Tui. She was having her kits! Dapplefeather was helping her even though she wasn't the medicine cat anymore. Then he realized something funny. Three generations of cats were in the nursery with kits. Well, after his were born..
above. Border patrol and apprentices train.
A scared yowl followed by a splash alerted the leader of the border patrol, they whipped their head to see what was happening and their eyes widened as they saw one of their warriors' struggling to keep their head above water as they flailed about wildly. They jumped into the water and swam towards the drowning cat to try and rescue them. They had successfully grabbed their snuff in their mouth, but the minute they were able to drag the body onto dry land was when they noticed their Clanmate had stopped breathing. They and the rest of the patrol mourned their Clanmate before carrying the body back to camp.
One of your warriors' (you decide) have died while on a border patrol!
Your hunting patrol caught a mouse, three posts remain before feeding your Clan.
Tallpaw and Minkpaw have learned the fighting skill.
Tui has given birth to three kits! {x} {x} {x}
One of your warriors' (you decide) have died while on a border patrol!
Your hunting patrol caught a mouse, three posts remain before feeding your Clan.
Tallpaw and Minkpaw have learned the fighting skill.
Tui has given birth to three kits! {x} {x} {x}
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ThornClan | N0VAHD wrote:T h o r n C l a n
Number of Cats: 3
Next Moonpool visit: March 26th
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Russetstripe sat alone in the center of camp, staring at the almost empty prey pile. He sighed deeply, turning to Whitewillow who approached him. "So you want to go out hunting? We need more prey.". Whitewillow smiled to the tom, her tail lashing slightly. "We do." She tried not the act concerned. The tom and she then made their way out of camp, leaving Amberstar to sleep.
As Amberstar awoke, she made her way out of her den. With a snort, she makes her way out of camp to patrol the borders.[Whitewillow and Russetstripe go hunting]
[Amberstar goes on another border patrol]
Your hunting patrol caught a mouse!
Amberstar has found a medicine cat! Pick five herbs from here to start with.
Amberstar has found a medicine cat! Pick five herbs from here to start with.
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RippleClan | ártémís wrote:Slateslide welcomes Avalanchepaw, the newest apprentice.. and the first, of RippleClan. "Welcome to RippleClan territory, newbie." he meowed, then went towards Rhubarbwhistle in a desperate beeline. "We've got a new cat?" Asked Rhubarbwhistle, who scurried sideways in an effort to dodge Slateslide's somewhat-fatherly attempt at trying to get her to agree. Slateslide seemed to admire Avalanchepaw as he didn't whiff even a sullen scowl at her, but he wasn't so sure what to do with Avalanchepaw. The apprentice was a pretty brown tortie, but her fur was mostly white and she had aqua-blue eyes with a squished-in nose. It was subtly pretty, despite that. As Pertelswoop approached the molly fairly quickly; unhesitant to approve of a cat of her age group. (Besides Harrowbranch, she guessed.)
Harrowbranch seemed approving of Pertelswoop's advances, but he was pretty sure Pertelswoop needed to find a better love than he, for he.. was pretty much desperate for Slateslide's affections, which he didn't expect to receive. Surely, the sleek tom would fall pettily towards the gorgeous Beetlestar.. but the young tom digressed, that perhaps he should just ignore the fact that that's happening after all and pretend he was interested in Avalanchepaw's newcoming. "Welcome, Avalanchepaw, to RippleClan. I'll give you a warm welcome." Avalanchepaw seemed disinterested in the forward approach of friendship, but the cold she-cat looked askance for the time being. Harrowbranch felt the tension grow, but abandoned it before it matured into a wedge into their future relationship, and backed off. Pertelswoop was next up to woo her as her first friend; an ongoing battle. "Hello, my name is Avalanchepaw. I was a loner wandering around the streets of the 'Twolegplace' you mentioned. My brother is still out there, but he may be around somewhere near your territory." she meowed. Pertelswoop swooned at the charisma of the young molly. "Hey, I'm P-pertelswoop! Would you like to be friends with me..?" with no reluctance, Avalanchepaw agreed, looking as the young warrior fit the qualities of an ideal friend. "Momma, can I see the new cat?!" Hickorykit's pained screech was heard, and Hazelwish snuck her head out of the badger den to see the situation.
"Why not. Go greet the new apprentice- our first." she smiled. Hickorykit's face went from happy to sad. "'Daww. I wanted to be the first apprentice of RippleClan, so I could be the first one to go through the ceremony! I've been cheated, mom!" he panted, but his mother rolled his eyes and ushered his small fanny all the way over to Avalanchepaw, who didn't seem all too excited to see him, after what he said. Before Hickorykit could formally introduce himself, Oakhollow walked towards him, happy that his son finally had gone out of the nursery for the first time. "Welcome to the outside wold- How's my boy?" Oakhollow cut in between Hickorykit's interaction, which the small tyke began to ruthlessly bash about for. "Dad, no!" he screeched, causing the deputy to struggled back in confusion. "You're going to talk to her?" he looked back, and noticed Hazelwish's annoyed groan, and forward, to see Avalanchepaw impatiently waiting.
"Gee, Oakhollow. That was very mindful of you.." Hazelwish sarcastically mewed, laughing in the process. "Come on.. Oakhollow, don't ruin this chance for your own son..!" Pertelswoop stepped in, and pulled apart the confused deputy, looking quizzical as the time when he saw the sun for the first time.
"Regardless, Rhubarbwhistle, I am not afraid." Slateslide concurred. "Charmed to see you've finally broken out of that non-speaking, icy-cold persona, pops." Rhubarbwhistle broke character to comment. The cold tom sneered, but he didn't fret at the words of the young molly, who he brushed off, huffing as he did so. Harrowbranch narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling a bit of temper when he saw someone else interacting with.. with.. his love. Yes, Harrowbranch did love Slateslide. He.. he didn't know how he would pull it off. Wasn't it so obvious, that the sleek-furred tom's affections belonged solely to the smooth-skinned Beetlestar? Her pale face and hazel eyes, her beauty could never be outshined by someone like Harrowbranch. He didn't look bad himself (considering Pertelswoop seemed to take some fancy on him for the past few moons and was constantly dropping hints [yet she wasn't brave enough to totally try and secure him for herself. Not that he would comply.. but he probably would end up giving her the title as his 'first "love" and mate' despite his first love being Slateslide.. which brings up the question if he actually liked the tom at all.]), but his beauty was butch. Masculine. Slateslide wasn't.. into something like that, or as a fair assumption. But Harrowbranch was quite certain that he would have to let out his feelings or be stuck in a nonsensical trance of regret.
"Slateslide.. I need to speak to you now." he answered, eyes shining with determination. The tom shrieked a tiny bit when he did, as Slateslide was still speaking to Rhubarbwhistle. "Oh, uh, alright. Excuse me." the valiant molly squeezed past the two toms, as the older one sighed. "Rh- Rhu-!" he pleaded out, but the warrior stumbled as he reached for the leaving she-cat. Petty as he appeared, it didn't take him long to get him back to that normal, unspoken, heavy state. Before starting to speak, he sighed; a gnarly, unsatisfied sigh. "... yes?" he dragged Harrowbranch's patience along, as his eyes drooped. "... go on.." he continued, as the light gray tomcat began preparing himself for a confession. It was dire and it was like a squirrel trying to stuff itself into a anthill but failing miserably. A grueling, painful sight. As if that same squirrel was also being bitten by the ants while he squealed in hysteria as it flopped around, dying on the same anthill it yearned to enter. Despite it also not having any reason to do so.
"Harrowbranch?" Slateslide cringed, trying to back away from his blank green eyes. The jaded orbs shone through a layer of clairvoyant depression that was aimed towards the taller male, but he just bit his own lip to snap out of it. "..Yes. I just needed to say something as a final frontier. I suggest we speak in private." he spoke, quite in a stoic manner.
"'Hey!!" Eelkit's voice sloshed out of the nursery, her kittenish peep startling the both of them. Beetlestar came from behind, tapping Slateslide on the shoulder. Reaching up to his ear, the leader whispered a few words before parting with it. "... so we must have a quick talk.." her way of speech frightened Harrowbranch. He said nothing, contrary to his desires. "I was speaking to.." a power struggle ensued between the leader and the kniving warrior, both sides trying to pull back one's attention. "Uh, it's very important, you see." Beetlestar's genuine smile turned into a faked, manufactured one. As such as her face metamorphasised whenever she was around Slateslide or was angry. Because she was, indeed, hopping mad. "No, actually, we were chatting, Beetlestar." Harrowbranch slid in, Slateslide's grin widening from ear to ear as the leader began to sweat. "Deputy Oakhollow, please come here." Beetlestar insisted quite dourly, as seeing as the two's relationship was now beyond repair and any interaction she had with him was strictly professional. Oakhollow's fatherly pride shook itself off, soon being replaced by Beetlestar's seriousness. He was merely trying to help the situation, but not step in too much; it was quite obvious that he was unamused. "Now, now, y'all, you may not know this here situation much, but we need 'im for some matters. It's impor'nt', you see." he tried to pull his friend, but Slateslide refused to budge. "I won't." he adamantly proclaimed.
Before Beetlestar could beat the everliving life out of Slateslide, a few cats began gathering in the sidelines, most notably; the newest friendship in RippleClan, Pertelswoop and Avalanchepaw. With no digression from whatever they were talking about before, Pertelswoop seemed to be turning for the worse. "What's the fuss here about? Per-Pertelswoop! Wait up!" Avalanchepaw's figure was seen not far away, when the older fae began charging at the gathering of most of her Clan. She seemed to have a glaring force behind her actions, and then she interrupted the conversation.
Despite the rudely interrupted conversation being unable to be resumed, the leader retained her forced smile. She wasn't angry at them, to be honest, but Beetlestar couldn't help but keep her madness away from even the purest souls of the Clan. "Why, Pertelswoop and Avalanchepaw, what brings you here? Avalanchepaw, do you have a question about who will mentor you?" Slateslide practically sighed as Oakhollow jabbed him hard on the side, resulting in a pained growl from the reluctant warrior. "Excus-se me, B-beetlestar, but I really.. really have to slide in and borrow Harrowbranch for the moment." Pertelswoop meowed. "You can do that." the leader shrugged. "Yeh, we're just tryin' to 'suade Slateslide here to get talkin' wit us, Harrowbranch is just overstayin' his welc'm." Oakhollow rolled his eyes uncharacteristically passive-aggressive. "Where's that moral-lovin' side of yours?" he asked, pallidly scraping the dirt for the 'good' side of his quiet and strange friend. Slateslide had mellowed down after sorta claiming Rhubarbwhistle as his 'daughter-for-now', but it was sorta awkward now that he thought of it.
"I'm awfully sorry, but I need to speak to Slateslide." Harrowbranch broke the silence to argue. This was his only chance; he would lose his faith in himself if he did it any other time. It was sort of to do it before he regretted everything. In this malevolent tug-of-war for different cats for different reasons, nobody drew victorious.
"Yeah, yeah. Ugh, Pertelswoop, let's scram." Avalanchepaw's unbiding sass began to show, and both Slateslide and Harrowbranch knew Avalanchepaw was swearing a crux on the both of them or something. Beetlestar and Oakhollow were excused for the leader had done nothing to bind Pertelswoop into this state and Oakhollow, as per Pertelswoop's explaination, was like a father to her. The half-faced molly; as the black in her tortoiseshell pelt showed, gave her the menacing look of a killer. "Pertelswoop..?" she questioned. "No, Avalanchepaw. I think.. I need to say it right now or I think I'll regret it all over again. And I don't want to feel that way anymore, y-you know..!" the lithe she trembled as tears began forming in her eyes. Harrowbranch lifted one brow. Slateslide, on the other hand, began fidgeting uncomfortably.
"And I agree. You can say it, Pertelswoop.." Slateslide nodded at Harrowbranch. He felt surprisingly heartbroken. Pertelswoop's words were clearly predicted in Harrowbranch's head, immediately. 'Oh, Harrowbranch, I love you so much! I wanted to confess this from the very beginning and I wasn't s-sure if you were going to accept it, but-but I really, truly have loved you from the very beginning! I'm so sorry-' and his own reply; 'I.. wow.. Pertelswoop, I didn't know how you felt. I.. I.. I thought when you said that before it was just a joke! I love you, too!' or the honest answer; '... Pertelswoop.. I know this is difficult to accept, but I'm in love with someone else.' Her two replies that branch out from that, as well- 'But why?' or 'Is it Rhubarbwhistle?' .. It would be strange for her to consider that, but seeing as even Pertelswoop knew of Slateslide and Beetlestar and herself was out of the question.. (not to mention the newcomer and Hazelwish), it would be hard for her to imagine the tom of her dreams to be like this.
"I just think we need to have this conversation..!" the tear-misty eyes of the poor girl were bubbling with regret. She didn't seem at ease about talking at all. Beetlestar increasingly grew annoyed. Besides the point, Slateslide was still urging on Pertelswoop to talk. "Go on." he gently smiled. Wait, now, he was all for Pertelswoop? No, no. The stalling went on and on and on, and all the cats on the scene began feeling the urge to vomit. "Please, let's just go to the river and play with the pebbles or something nasty like that." Avalanchepaw began flustering over the she-cat's delayed words and her trembling lip, just begging to let out the contents inside.
More push and pull later, none of the cats were having it.
"Why are you (both being so difficult) (all doing this)?!" Beetlestar's was aimed at both. The difference is that Harrowbranch's words were thrown for Slateslide.
"Because I love you!" both Slateslide's and Pertelswoop's voices rang out, as Slateslide ran one direction and Pertelswoop the other. Beetlestar's face grew a deep, roaring crimson, while Harrowbranch's stomach dropped. Who was that confession for? Oakhollow stared blankly, as if he had an epiphany. Pertelswoop's confession was for him, but Slateslide's.. was it for Beetlestar like he apted? A swooning Beetlestar soon retracted into a serious face. "I.. didn't need to hear that." the glee within her turned into disappointment. "You weren't meant for me. You were meant for.. Haz-." She shot her head up. Oakhollow had been listening, after all. "Nothing...!" she seemed to be brimming with guilt. Oakhollow tilted his orange head, but was too caught up with the two warriors' screams that he didn't seem to care nor notice.
"Ith thomething wrong out here?" Smokekite's ruggedy figure appeared from the bushes, as he had traveled to get to them. The gray toms looked at each other, before the elderly one approached him. Harrowbranch didn't feel unnerved, but he was in some discomfort. After all, this was a make-or-break situation. Meeting the parents..? Instead of speaking, Smokekite glared at the much tonal tom with a stink-eye. A swift flick of his tail, Smokekite began licking his own paw, savoring the tranquility. "I thought I heard my thon." with that lisp of his, the baggy-eyed elder sneered at the trio of cats, sniffing.
"I smelt foxes.. but it was stale. I think the problem can be solved later as this whole area smells of badger-dung anyway."
Beetlestar goes to ask for another warrior.
Harrowbranch needs to make a decision. To either live falsely for Pertelswoop's sake or to be utterly embarrassed for the rest of his life after talking to Slateslide?
(It's my wish that you choose for him)
{If possible, something similar to x? I hope<3 I have too many tabbies} Or this x
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{ quick question, do you still want to do that plot where the medcat comes in after the whole clan gets sick? :0 }
It was a difficult and strenuous decision for the gray tom, but Harrowbranch ultimately decided it was best to tell Slateslide how he felt about him. He told himself multiple times that it was better to get an answer rather then think of the 'what if's' for the rest of his life.
Harrowbranch has decided to talk to Slateslide.
Your hunting patrol caught one big catfish!
StarClan has given you a warrior!
Hazelwish has gathered moss.
It was a difficult and strenuous decision for the gray tom, but Harrowbranch ultimately decided it was best to tell Slateslide how he felt about him. He told himself multiple times that it was better to get an answer rather then think of the 'what if's' for the rest of his life.
Harrowbranch has decided to talk to Slateslide.
Your hunting patrol caught one big catfish!
StarClan has given you a warrior!
Hazelwish has gathered moss.
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FlowClan | catbookdo wrote:FlowClan
Number of Cats: 4
Next Moonpool Visit: WheneverWrenfoot was lying beneath a maple tree near the side of camp, trying her best to keep her pelt dry from the endless, heavy, rain that wouldn't stop coming. She had never minded a little water, she did live in a clan that knew how to swim after all, but after patrolling the border, she had noticed that puddles around the territory had started to grow larger, and that the river, near the north of their territory, water level's had now risen, noticing that it probably wouldn't be long until the water in the water started to overflow. And as she walked back to camp, she quickly realized that the ground had become a bit more damp, with some mud puddles even forming in places. The trees didn't help to take cover from the rain, either.
As soon as a large raindrop landed on her back, Wrenfoot jumped up, looking for another tree to take refuge under, when she heard pawsteps. She watched as 3 cats sprinted to the center of camp together, shaking water off their pelts as they desperately looked for a place to take refuge under. Wrenfoot ran to them, and noticed their worried looks and faces. Pebblestar tried to save the measely mouse he held in his jaws from the downpour, and Rookpelt and Sparrowstep were holding nothing at all. Rookpelt ran up to her, and put his face right in front of hers, shouting, "Wrenfoot, I think our territory's going to flood! It's raining really hard, and we could barely find any prey to eat, and Sparrowstep couldn't find any herbs, and-"
"It's okay, Rookpelt calm down." Wrenfoot replied to the tom.
"And we don't have real shelter to live under in camp! We all live in the open!" Rookpelt wailed out. "What will we do?"
"Um..." Pebblestar muffled through the mouse he was holding. "Clan meeting?"
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Pebblestar watched as the small clan gathered in his den. The den barely felt any different from outside of it, however. There was still no protection from the rain, and the den itself was just a small area surrounded by small stones, with a larger one near the front. "How about we have a clan meeting somewhere else? Somewhere where we won't be soaked?" Wrenfoot called out.
"I agree!" Rookpelt quickly called out.
"Ok then..." Pebblestar replied. "We could go under that tree..." He pointed to a maple tree near the edge of camp.
"That won't protect us from the rain, Pebblestar," Wrenfoot countered, once realizing that that was the same tree that she had been lying under earlier. "How about the maple next to the warrior's den?"
"Ok, we could go there." Pebblestar picked up his pebble and left for the tree, with the rest of the small clan following him.
Once they had reached the tree, everyone squeezed under it so no one would be left in the rain. Once everyone was under the cramped maple, Wrenfoot asked, "Ok, what are we going to do about this flooding problem?"
Rookpelt spoke out. "And our prey! What about our prey! He held up the small mouse that he and Pebblestar had caught earlier.
"We have much bigger problems to worry about right now, Rookpelt." Wrenfoot replied. "Hunting's not important. We can do that after we sort this problem out."
"But I'm hungry!..." Rookpelt moaned out.
"And if you're hungry, we're probably all hungry." Wrenfoot countered. "Stop thinking about yourself right now and think about the others beside you. If we can't all eat, then I don't think any of us should eat right now."
Rookpelt's expression changed to a surprised look, and he placed the scrawny mouse down. "I'm sorry Wrenfoot," He said softly. "I didn't know you felt so strongly about things like that-"
The black tom was interrupted by Sparrowstep. "Excuse me." The tom quietly said. "But when I was younger, I lived in an area where there was frequent flooding. The area I lived in was then surrounded by large stones to try to keep some water out. We could try it here, I saw a few large rocks while looking for herbs."
Pebblestar joined in the conversation. "I already made a camp wall surrounded by small pebbles. We could improve on that."
"And we could take this moment to improve the dens!" Rookpelt added.
"We could enlarge the dens, adding the trees near the den, like this one, to it. We could bring in the large stones Sparrowstep mentioned as a base, and we could find large branches broken off the trees from this heavy rain, and put them in between the rocks and trees, using them as a roof for the dens." Wrenfoot finished.
"That's a good idea." Sparrowstep said. "It could work. Let's try it. Just let me move my herbs under this tree first."
As Sparrowstep quickly left to gather and protect his herbs, Pebblestar placed the pebble in his mouth down. "If we start work on the camp wall and dens now, maybe we could finish before the flood hits." Sparrowstep returned, quietly placing his herbs down beside the pebble and mouse, before sitting down. "If you have time to spare, though. Make sure to look for food, and... herbs, and um... patrol and stuff if you have the chance. Pebblestar continued. "There's a small pool with multiple small pebbles inside it, so we could use those. And Sparrowstep knows where some larger rocks are."
Sparrowstep nodded his head, and quietly added. "Just be careful lifting them. They might heavy." Sparrowstep then sat up again and turned his head towards the camp entrance. "We've had our breaks. Let's start working now."
(All cats in the clan work on the camp wall and dens to prepare for the coming flood.)
(In between breaks, Pebblestar and Rookpelt go hunting.)
(In between breaks, Wrenfoot patrols the border.)
(In between breaks, Sparrowstep looks for any herbs that might've survived the heavy rain.)
Wrenfoot gasped as she noticed a ginger tabby struggle to fight against a strong current of water, in a moment of impulse, the FlowClan deputy quickly jumped in to rescue the cat. Her strong limbs made it easy for her to reach the cat and grab them by the scruff, as soon as she managed to get it onto land, the cat immediately began coughing and hacking to rid themselves of the water in their lungs. As soon as that was done, they began to wail about how their little sibling and them had gotten separated from each other when the floods had started. Wrenfoot could only gaze on in sympathy before offering the cat a place to stay in her Clan.
Wrenstep found a warrior! They have a younger sibling that still missing, send out a patrol to add them to your Clan.
Your hunting patrol caught one trout!
Sparrowstep found some thyme!
Wrenstep found a warrior! They have a younger sibling that still missing, send out a patrol to add them to your Clan.
Your hunting patrol caught one trout!
Sparrowstep found some thyme!
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SilentClan | rainbowcatfish8888 wrote:_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Number of Cats: 11
Next Moonpool Visit: 4/5/17
Archive Thread
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Ivystar listened to the thundering of rain outside, worries flying through her head. She was trapped at the moonpool, there was no way she could travel back to SilentClan territory with weather like this. And to top it all off, she hasn't yet found the cat she asked StarClan for. Ivystar flopped down onto the cold stone ground, deciding to wait out the storm. But suddenly, she smelled the terrible, gag-worthy sent of fox. "Take that, you fox-hearted flea-bag!" came a voice from outside the camp. Leaping to her paws, Ivystar stepped outside to see a lone cat fighting a fox. The cat was large and strong, but he was no match for the russet beast. He was clearly tiring, and it was doubtful he would be able to keep up the fighting for much longer. With a cry of battle, Ivystar leaped into the fray. She began delivering blows on the fox's side, while the other cat was clawing at its muzzle. They began to fall into a sort of rhythm, but the predator had had enough. He spun around rapidly, slamming into the other cat's side and causing him to fall backwards. He then lunged at Ivystar, his powerful paws pushing her to the soaked ground. Ivystar could see his large, yellowed teeth, could smell his repulsive breath as he snapped at her. Ivystar barely managed to dodge his snapping jaws by awkwardly rolling to the side, but his teeth still closed around her shoulder. She yowled in pain, struggling to be freed from under the fox. "Get off her, dung-face!" the other cat yowled, leaping onto the fox's back and beginning to rip out chunks of fur. The fox winced in pain, but didn't let go of Ivystar. Ivystar was still struggling, her hind legs scratching at his underbelly. But this only aggravated the fox more, and he snapped Ivystar's neck faster than you could say fox-dung.
Ivystar's world spun round and round before coming to a stop in a beautiful forest, surrounded by ghostly cats with stars shimmering in their pelts. "StarClan," she whispered, gazing at the ranks of starry cats around her. One of the cats stepped forward, a tom she did not recognize. "You have lost your first life, Ivystar," he meowed. Ivystar's heart lurched. "My- my frist life?" she was barely able to believe it, until she saw it for herself. A version of her seemed to appear out of nowhere, her pelt shimmering with stars as well but she was very faint. You could see the outline of trees behind her. "Every time you lose a life, it will be added to this cat, until you are dead and live fully in StarClan," the cat explained. Ivystar nodded, determined not to let her fear show. "Farewell, Ivystar. Good luck with your Clan and kits." the world began to spin again, until i went completely black.
Ivystar awoke at the moonpool, the cold, damp stone making her bones ache. She sat up, and noticed the tom she had fought with standing near the side of the cave, his eyes wide with surprise. "You were dead a moment ago," he said, unable to believe what he was seeing. Ivystar sat up taller, holding her head high. "I'm a leader, I have nine lives," she replied. "My name is Ivystar of SilentClan," she added, introducing herself to the other cat. His yellow eyes brightened with recognition. "The spirit-cats told me to find you. Looks like I have," he meowed. Ivystar nodded. She then began to explain everything there was to know about Clan life as the storm raged on outside. The tom seemed intrigued by Clan life, but Ivystar could tell he was worried from the shifting of his paws. Finally, he voiced his fears. "The moonpool level is already rising, Ivystar. If we don't leave, it will flood and trap us here," he pointed out. This was true, as the two cats had taken shelter under the steep cliff that the waterfall gushes down from. If the moonpool flooded high enough, they would be trapped against the stone wall behind them. Ivystar shuddered at the thought. "You're right, we need to go," she meowed. She looked at the raindrops splattering the stones around them, and shivered. She despised getting wet. The other tom looked just as wary of the water. Ivystar then realized that the other cat had never told her his name. "What's your name?" she asked simply, turning to look at him. "I'm Coal," he replied. "Apologies for not introducing myself earlier," he added. Ivystar flicked her tail and shrugged, indicating that it wasn't a big deal. "I don't want to travel in it either, but it's better than drowning," Coal said looking down at the water that was beginning to lap at their paws. Ivystar nodded. "Let's go," she tentatively stepped out from underneath the ledge, thick raindrops soaking her within minutes. She found her pace quickening until she was tearing across the terrain, desperate to escape the rain. Finally she stopped, breathing heavily. Coal stood several fox-lengths behind her, his flanks heaving and his thick fur soaked through. Ivystar shivered, chilled to the bone from the cold and wet. I just want to go home, she pouted to herself. She was freezing, soaked, and miserable. "Ivystar, over here," Coal meowed. When Ivystar turned to look, she noticed what appeared to be an abandoned bear cave. Sighing with relief, she padded into the shelter of the cave. Coal sat down beside her, beginning to groom his sopping pelt. His stomach growled, and Coal tensed with embarrassment. This alerted Ivystar to her own hunger. "Maybe we should hunt," she suggested, even though the thought of going back outside filled her with dread. "You don't want to go back out there any more than I do," Coal pointed out. "We'll hunt in the morning," Ivystar decided, resting her head on her paws and willing sleep to relieve her of her situation.
Ivystar woke up to the scent of squirrel. Upon opening her eyes, she saw a fat, juicy squirrel resting in front of her. She turned to see Coal, who was eating a blackbird. "You hunted?" she asked, her eyes shining with eagerness as she looked at the squirrel. Coal laughed. "Of course I did. Dig in," he meowed through a mouthful of bird. Ivystar did so happily. After finishing their meal, the two cats continued their journey back to SilentClan territory. The weather had cleared up, but the ground was unpleasantly muddy. Ivystar stepped into the camp, the familiar scents of her clanmates washing over her. "You're back!" Finchkit squealed, throwing herself at her mother. Cloudkit was close behind. "We thought you were never coming back!" he squeaked. "I would never do that!" Ivystar purred, licking her kits with affection. Whitewhisker padded up to greet his mate, when I saw Coal standing by the entrance. "Hello there. My name is Whitewhisker, I'm the deputy," Whitewhisker said kindly. Coal dipped his head in respect. "Ivystar has told me about you. I'm Coal, though I'm assuming that will change soon," Coal meowed. "Whitewhisker, could I talk to you for a moment?" Ivystar asked suddenly, her eyes shadowed. Whitewhisker's chest tightened with worry. "Of course," he replied, flexing his claws. "Go get Buzzardflight too, meet me in my den," the leader commanded, shifting her weight from paw to paw in worry. Whitewhisker nodded, quickly walking over to the medicine den. The strong scent of herbs enveloped him as he entered the small cave where the den was located. "Buzzardflight, Ivystar wants tot talk to us in her den," he told the medicine cat, who was quizzing Lynxpaw on herbs. Instead of complaining like Whitewhisker had expected, Buzzardflight merely nodded. "We will resume this lesson in a moment, Lynxpaw," he told his apprentice briefly. The medicine cat followed Whitewhisker out of the den, and into the leader's den. Ivystar sat on Whitewhisker's nest, nodding to the two cats as they entered. "Why did you want to see us?" Whitewhisker asked. When he glanced at Buzzardflight, he realized that the medicine cat had a knowing look in his eye. Is he hiding something? Whitewhisker wondered. But he didn't have time to worry about that now. He focused his attention back on Ivystar, who took a deep breath. "When I woke up from my night at the moonpool, there was a fight going on outside. Coal, the cat StarClan sent me, was battling a fox. Coal is a strong cat, but he was no match for the fox. Obviously I stepped in to help him, and, well," Ivystar stopped talking, the words she was about to say seeming to press down on her. "The fox killed me," she said finally. Whitewhisker leaped to his paws, shocked. "The fox killed you? You lost a life! Are you okay?" the deputy raced over to his mate, looking her over for wounds. "I'm fine, all my wounds healed when I, er, came back to life. Coal's a little worse for wear, though," Ivystar said. Buzzardflight still sat their, having uncharacteristically not said a word. "I had a vision," he said suddenly. Now it was Ivystar's turn to be surprised. "What! You had a vision! What was it about?" she asked. Buzzardflight's eyes flashed with... was that guilt? "I had a dream where you were killed by a fox. There was a grey tom there two, I'm assuming that was Coal," the medicine cat blinked apologetically at the leader. "I thought it was just a regular dream. I had no idea I was predicting the future." Whitewhisker was severely angry at the medicine cat, if he had shared his dream with Ivystar than she might still have nine lives. But he had to admit he was impressed. Seeing the future was pretty awesome. "It is good that StarClan was speaking with you. Hopefully, the difference between visions and regular dreams will become more clear in the future," Ivystar said, trying to sound as diplomatic as possible. "But wow. Seeing the future is super cool," she added, breaking her eloquent facade. Buzzardflight smiled, his eyes shining with excitement at his new connection to StarClan. "Well, I'm going to give Coal his warrior name. I have high hopes, he was an excellent fighter," with that, Ivystar whisked out of the den. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Great-Rock for a Clan meeting!" she yowled, watching the cats settle underneath her. "Coal, get up here," she demanded. Coal's eyes flashed with delight as he climbed next to Ivystar. "I, Ivystar, leader of SilentClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this cat. He has shown courage and loyalty during the fox battle and our journey home, and I commend him to you as a warrior in his turn. Coal, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?" Ivystar recited the words of the age-old ceremony. Coal puffed out his chest slightly, his face showing his dedication to becoming a warrior. "I do," he replied, his deep voice booming across the camp.
"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Coal, from this moment you will be known as Coaldust. StarClan honors your bravery, and we welcome you as a full warrior of SilentClan."
"Coaldust! Coaldust!" cheered the Clan. Coaldust's eyes were filled with pride as the Clan cheered his name. "You will be sitting a silent vigil tonight, as is tradition of the warrior code. Before then, you will have Buzzardflight check on you. That fox inflicted some nasty wounds," Ivystar ordered. Coaldust nodded. "Of course. Thank you, Ivystar," the new warrior leaped off the cliff, and padded to the medicine den with Lynxpaw and Buzzardflight. Ivystar leaped down as well as the cats began to disperse, sighing with relief. Coaldust wiill be a good warrior, she decided. Whitewhisker tiptoed up next to her, curling his tail around her protectively. "Coaldust. I like it," he said, laying down and pulling Ivystar with him. She curled up against him, not caring that they were in the middle of camp and had no privacy whatsoever. "Well I'm glad I have your approval," she replied. "I miss this," Whitewhisker meowed, changing the subject. "Missed what?" Ivystar asked, shifting closer to him. "This. Us. We're never alone anymore," he sighed wistfully. "Well, I'm sure the Clan won't mind if we...say... leave for a bit," Ivystar replied, getting to her paws. Whitewhisker purred. "Let's go," they raced through the entrance, leaving their worries behind them.
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[hunting patrol: Appleclaw, Sunshadow, Ivystar]
[looking for herbs: Buzzardflight, Lynxpaw]
[border patrol: Brightsky, Coaldust]
[training: Whitewhisker and Pepperpaw]
[the clan ate 1 serving of squirrel, 1 of ermine, and 1 of rabbit]
Your hunting patrol caught two squirrels!
Your medicine cats found x2 thyme!
Your border patrol caught the scent of a queen! Come back with another patrol to add them to your Clan.
Pepperpaw learned the tracking skill.
Your medicine cats found x2 thyme!
Your border patrol caught the scent of a queen! Come back with another patrol to add them to your Clan.
Pepperpaw learned the tracking skill.
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HollyClan | Tomato Sauce wrote:Hollyclan
Number of Cats: 1 [ 1♀,0♂ ]
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Featherstar looked over her brand new camp. The grass felt soft her under light pink pads as the camp kept her gaze. She put a small grin on her face as she pictured the camp soon being full of her own Hollyclan warriors. Her grin got a bit bigger as she was going to be the one who will lead them all. She then remember of hearing a strange pool that will allow you to talk to a clan called ` Starclan. ` Featherstar got up and broke her gaze from the camp. Her gaze was now onto the rich, lively forest in front of her. The short grass slid under her pads as she started to walk towards the moonpool, hoping Starclan will grant her wish.
[ Featherstar goes to the moonpool, requesting a medicine cat or deputy ]
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StarClan has given you a deputy!
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