Create A Clan- V.4

My gallery · by **ki-neko animura** » Fri Jan 11, 2019 6:08 am

Twilightclan
Number of Cats: 3

The two she-cats wander the territory together, their voices low as they learn about each other. Their eyes and ears never cease even though their voices are entwined in conversation.

Voidwalker stops as her brown ears shift to their left. As they did so the wind shifted. Bringing with it the scent of a new warrior. The two she-cats look at each other and in silent agreement decide to go towards the newcomers scent.

There at their Western border they find the small calico with yellow green eyes and a stumpy tail. she was young... much younger than the two she-cars around her. The wind shifts once more and their scent floats towards theninjured she-cat. Her small frame grows twice it’s size as her fur puffs up. “Who... who is there!!” She calls out her eyes frantically searching for a threat that she seemed to have found.

Pantherstar cocked her head before revealing herself. “Easy...” She begins to say before being interrupted.

“I...I’m sorry! I didn’t know this was someone’s territory. I... I will leave. just don’t... don’t hurt me.” The calico shudders as she tries to move faster. She is cut off by Voidwalker who is twice the small cars size.

“We mean you no harm. What is your name stranger?” Pantherstar asks. Her voice gentle and calming.

“I’m Sally... have you seen a Tom around? He is my brother... we got separated... he was always so reckless... broke out of the two leg place and I had to follow.”

“I’m sorry about your brother... sadly we haven’t seen him around. Please, join us rest your legs and we will try and find your brother together.”

Sally took a second to contemplate. She was so tired and didn’t take much to accept.

“In this clan we have different names than those of kittypets. I am Pantherstar, The leader of twilightclan. The She-cat infront of you is Voidwalker. She is second in command... our deputy. May I rename you Sally of the Twolegs?”

The calico hesitantly nods and Pantherstar smiles.

“Your warrior name is Twistedpaw. Because of the different colors swirling in your pelt. Through training you will gain your warrior name,”
activities

Moonpool

Patrols
Pantherstar, Voildwalker, and Twistedpaw go patrolling hoping to catch some prey or catch a scent of Twistedpaws brother.

Training

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My gallery · by **carpe noctem.** » Fri Jan 11, 2019 9:49 am

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↪️xx season : leafbare
A frigid chill sweeps clan
territories as the reign of the
icy winter comes once again.
Trees are stripped bare of
any stubborn leaves that still
hopelessly cling to branches,
which now are adorned in the
thin sheets of snow as the
small flakes of white dance
about. Winter has arrived.

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↪️xx seasonal notes
the season of leafbare is often
considered the most dangerous
of all, and rightfully so. the
risk of illness is higher, and
births have a higher chance of
fatalities. cats and prey alike
will become less abundant
while on patrols or hunts as
well.

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↪️xx noc’s notes
i apologize in advance if i
messed up any personalities of
any cats used in my writing! i
tried to keep it as neutral as
possible because of that, but
also added a few touches of
traits that i think i’ve detected
throughout charclan writing <3
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marshflame treats eleanor with x1 cobweb
charclan eats x2 rabbits
violetkit and pouncekit are now apprentices! violetpaw's mentor
is pepperstrike and pouncepaw's mentor is forsythiashine
violetpaw, pouncepaw, and spindlepaw train with their mentors
marshflame searches for herbs
vervainthroat, autumnstorm, nettleflower, spindlepaw and
lotusflower patrol
pepperstrike, forsythiashine, cranberrytuft, violetpaw, and
pouncepaw hunt
flowerskip is giving birth! father x1 chervil and x1 borage is used
locuststar loses a life due to starvation
starclan sends charclan a deputy

• Eleanor is fully healed, thanks to the herbs that Marshflame
has treated her with.

• Violetpaw, Pouncepaw, and Spindlepaw all successfully learns
the stalking skill.

• Marshflame finds x1 catmint while herb hunting

• Vervainthroat, Autumnstorm, Nettleflower, Spindlepaw and
Lotusflower come across a elderly cat while on patrol, cold
and requesting the aid of the clan.
↳ look below to see a detailed description of the encounter

• Pepperstrike, Forsythiashine, Cranberrytuft, Violetpaw, and
Pouncepaw catch x1 rabbit.

• Flowerskip gives birth to two healthy kittens. Without the
help of kitting herbs, Flowerskip would have died.

• Starclan sends Charclan their deputy.

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Frost clung to the ground as a ashen-coloured sky loomed above. The icy sequins gripped each tendril of withered vegetation, it’s glacial cold seeping into each dead stalk of grass and decayed leaf. The breath of winter engulfed Charclan territory, a abrupt yet expected change as each leaf-fall closes to an end. It was never a time of great joy in the terms of prey, nor herbs, for the hungry jaws of the vicious leafbare snapped them up.

The Charclan patrol, consisting of five cats, Vervainthroat, Autumnstorm, Nettleflower, Spindlepaw and
Lotusflower, slowly trudged through icy ground, each wearing expressions that matched the cold ache that was upon them. Spindlepaw idly stepped from one side to another as the frost numbed her pawpads, trying to distract herself from its bite. As she met her mentor’s icy blue stare, the apprentice quickly straightened up, looking forwards with a focused expression.

As the group advanced towards the border, Spindlepaw’s brows furrowed, and she looked towards Vervainthroat. “I think there’s a cat over there,” She said slowly, a mixture of both excitement and nervousness. She gestured to a patch of bushes with a gentle flick of her tail.

Vervainthroat’s eyes narrowed as he studied the bushes, seeing the mottled figure of a cat behind the thick tangle of branches. He stepped forwards, infront of the others, and released a commanding boom. “Whoever you may be, come out, you are on Charclan territory.”

There was a silence, then the rustling of the bushes. From behind the stark foliage, the head of a cat peered out, offering a tentative sniff at the ground, muzzle slightly grayed with age. Their jade eyes were set upon the group, and a youthful glow met their eyes; excited, hopeful even. “I mean no harm, not a single ill intent,” the cat exclaimed, inching forwards. With the attention of the patrol focused upon them, they continued. “I’m alone and cold, this winter is proving harsher than I expected... Is it possible I could seek shelter with, uh, Charclan, you said? Please?” The cat’s tone was pleading, and they dipped their head to the ground as they waited for the answer of the group. Would they accept a old cat like themselves? Or would they chase them away, offering no shelter to the winter’s glacial cold.

My gallery · by **mukuroikusabas** » Fri Jan 11, 2019 10:02 am

Number of Cats: 4

Gotta go real fast so my post will come later!

[Bramblebelly takes the curious loner, renamed Shadowtail, as her apprentice.]
[Bramblebelly and Shadowtail search for herbs.]
[Ridgestar accepts the cat into the Clan and he becomes known as Pigeonfur.]
[Ridgestar and Redstar of QuickClan try for kits!]
[Pigeonfur goes hunting.]

My gallery · by **legolas the elf** » Fri Jan 11, 2019 10:38 am

Number of Cats: 34
Toms - 17|| She-cats - 17
Mod: ashton.
Current # of servings needed: 6
Next Birth: Cleopatra, 2 posts

Soon

[POST LOG]
CONSUMPTION:
The Empire consumes fasts this moon.

NEW CATS:
Cadetstag has been accepted into the Empire!
Auletris has been accepted into the Empire!
Neritevine has been accepted into the Empire!
Graystorm has been accepted into the Empire!

TRAINING:
All Rookies and Cadets train in some unlearned skill.

MATES AND KITS:
Cleopatra will give birth in two moons.
Blazelion and Mantasting become mates and try for kits.

CATS TO LOOK FOR:

Timberpaw
Blank Slate (naming Rookiestream and calling female)
niah and az from ice nation (both at 16 moons) niah is left and az is right
Sootpaw (will be called Cadetfallen) 12 moons (clumsy lovable sweetheart)
Axel - 22 moons - tom

PATROL 1:
Noble, Barleyslash, Civetfang, Cadetmidnight, and Cadestorm patrol.

PATROL 2:
Spottedtooth, Wormwood, Cadetsyrinx, and Auletris patrol.

HUNTING PATROL 1:
Percy, Rookiewigeon, Russetflash, Cadetswan, and Rookieslate hunt

HUNTING PATROL 2:
Splashingtorrent, Snowclaw, Blizzardcrest and Tawnyfall hunt.

HERB HUNTING
Pasileyburner and Cadetpool hunt for herbs

LEADERSHIP CHANGES:
None

CEREMONIES:
Midnightkit, Duokit, Icekit, and Slatekit are now Cadets and Rookies!

STARCLAN VISIT:
None this cycle.

BIG CHANGES:
Though it took the moon, and a lot of encouraging, Tawnyfall manages to convince Noble to get rid of the servant rank. Why need servants to do dirty work when you could, and become more feared for it. She also pointed out that servants could raise a rebellion and overthrow Noble, and he agreed to promote her to Soldier and raze the rank.

Also - Civetfang's image broke. He was either gray or a gray tabby I believe.

Credit to Fontmeme

My gallery · by **solyn** » Fri Jan 11, 2019 11:12 am

𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐍.
population: 05 cats [ 03 fem : 03 male ]
servings required: 02

𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙩

moderator: deimos - next moonstone: 17 jan
moons since last nonsense: 2

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𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐨.

The wind howled viciously around Sleetstar's ears, rain pelting her even as she ducked close against the rocky cliff that rose up to her side. She gritted her teeth against the elements, ducking her head as she sheltered under an overhang, breathing hard. In the distance, thunder rolled, and a flash of lightning illuminated the sky in the distance. Sleetstar's body heaved with exertion, blue eyes searching the night.
"Northstar," she grumbled under her breath, casting a disdainful glance back over her shoulder in the direction she had come. Of course the StarClan molly had only kept her long enough that the storm could start, and then she'd sent her on her way to receive the warrior she was sending to them. With another grumbled breath, the cat stepped back out into the wind, sinking her claws into the path as best she could for purchase. One paw in front of the other, she pushed on through the night, even as the streaky lightning drew closer and closer.
A particularly loud clap of thunder overhead made her jump, skittering sideways into a large shape that grunted disdainfully at having been smashed into. Northstar blinked, making out the shape of a large smoky warrior, curled under an overhang, his glittering golden eyes narrowed at her. She stared at him, and he stared back. She seemed to be the first one to recover her wits, as she took a step closer again, trying to squeeze under shelter next to him.
"It's you," she said.
"You're Sleetstar, then," the tom said in return, his tone even. Sleetstar regarded him for a moment, before she let out a petulant huff, grey ears flicking back against her skull. "I really don't like this whole 'other cats knowing more about me than I know about them' theme that Northstar has going. Who are you?" The large tom's eyes glittered with amusement as he drew himself up a little, allowing Sleetstar to tuck herself in against his side, tail curled around her as she shivered under her soaked pelt.
"She told me to introduce myself as Thunderjaw," the tom said, "so I suppose that's who I am now. Thunderjaw of NorthernClan." Sleetstar rolled her eyes, staring out into the pouring rain. "Well great, I guess we're not complete strangers anymore. But I still don't understand where she's getting these cats from- first she sends Hollyfeather and Summitsky, who she apparently pulled away from another clan, and now she sends you. And you all come, to this stupid mountain with it's horrible storms and hideous snow and I don't understand why."
"The toll of being a leader doing a number on you, is it?" Sleetstar glowered at Thunderjaw, who only seemed amused by this. "Look, just a few moons ago I was running around the town, where I had friends and cats I considered family, and now I'm playing clan with a bunch of cats who just show up out of the blue because some glittery white she-cat said so." Thunderjaw nodded a little bit, barely flinching as a bolt of lightning smashed down close enough to them to make the ridge rumble. "That's a decent point," he said smoothly, "and I can't speak for your other clan members, but Northstar threw around 'destiny' a lot. And honestly, if a ghost-cat is showing up and telling me it's my destiny to join this clan, I'm not gonna argue."
"I think somebody probably should." Thunderjaw's eyes met hers.
"I think you're doing a decent amount of arguing as it is."

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"She should be back by now," Hollyfeather murmured, turning to look at Summitsky, "shouldn't she?" The large tom shook his head a little, whiskers twitching. "We don't know these mountains. We don't know where she should be by now. And besides, the storm seems pretty bad outside of this basin. I wouldn't be surprised if she'd done the smart thing and taken cover." Hollyfeather grumbled something imperceptible, getting to her paws to pace around the empty space at the front of the den.
"I don't like it," she said, matter-of-factly.
"You don't have to like it," Summitsky said evenly, watching her pace, "she's the leader, after all. And like it or not, we're new here. We don't have as much sway here as you'd like to think. Maybe one day we will by virtue of being the first but for now... we just have to stick it out." Hollyfeather sighed, squeezing her eyes shut and shaking her head. Finally, she opened them again, expression softening as she glanced at the tom. "I know," she said quietly, "I just... wonder if this was all a mistake sometimes. It's new, and I just haven't adjusted yet, right?"
"Right." She and Summitsky shared a smile, before a yowl from outside made the tom rocket to his feet. The pair of them skittered to the edge of the cave, peering down into the basin, where they could make out a small grey and white shape trying to shake itself loose from a branch that had blown in from the storm. She exchanged a look with the tom, unsure and cautious. Summitsky's face was a little harder as he blinked at the shape.
"Well," he said, "it's not Sleetstar. Hey!" Hollyfeather followed him as he descended the path from the den into the campground, "just hold still. We're coming to help you." The cat got smaller as they approached. "They're just a kit," Hollyfeather said in surprise, balking as Summitsky stepped forward to help untangle the smaller cat from the grabbing branch's reach.
"I'm not a kit," the she-cat snapped.
"You still seem young to be out here on your own," Summitsky said gently. The she-cat flattened her ears, glaring between the two older cats. "I got separated from my family on the other side of the mountain," she said finally, "I don't know where they are, and admittedly I'm hungry, I'm cold, and I'm... scared. I'm almost a full season-cycle old but... I've never been without my parents or my siblings before." Summitsky's face softened, and Hollyfeather gave him a wide-eyed look.
"I'm Summitsky," the tom said again, still gentle, "and this is Hollyfeather. We're warriors of a new clan, called NorthernClan. It might not be home to you, but it is warm, we do have food and there's enough shelter for you to weather the storm with us. When it passes, we can help you try and find your family. Does that sound okay?" The molly hesitated for a moment, before she nodded, with a grateful and shy smile. "Yes, thank you. I'm Viridian, by the way."
"That's... an interesting name."
"My mother said she named me for my eyes," the cat snapped back, "Hollyfeather is a weird name too." The black and white molly bristled as Summitsky laughed. "Okay, you two, put away the claws. We should get back up into the dens before the storm gets any worse." As if on cue, a bolt of lightning struck somewhere in the distance, with a roll of thunder just seconds behind it. Viridian cowered close to the two older cats, letting them flank her as they led her back up the cliff-side and into the safety of the dens.

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧.

( a soundtrack )
"It seems like you and Viridianpaw are getting along well," Sleetstar said, pausing to turn her head and evaluate Thunderjaw as he stopped to scent the air. After a moment, he shrugged, bounding forward to catch up to her. "She's spitfire, but she's got a good head on her shoulders. She just doesn't like being given instructions that don't lead anywhere in her mind. As long as I give her a clear goal with a clear purpose, she's determined to do it and do it well." Sleetstar hummed a little, her shoulders tensing a little as she spotted the territory up ahead.
"You don't seem to want to go there," Thunderjaw observed. Sleetstar sighed, rolling her eyes a little. "There's a reason I send Hollyfeather and Summitsky to patrol the borders so often, but they work better in a team than I do with either of them, so with leafbare encroaching I want them hunting together. Which means that I just have to buckle down and do the borders, even if it involves things I don't particularly want to do." Thunderjaw was staring at her, his golden eyes curious. "Are you ever going to tell me why you're so against the two-leg border?"
"Shouldn't two-legs be enough of a reason?" She snapped back, ears flattening a little as she saw Thunderjaw staring at her. "It would be, if your reason was the two-legs," he said, taking a step forward and past her. She exhaled, turning sharply to follow along behind him, keeping her nose in the air to scent anything up ahead of them. Thunderjaw progressed a few tail-lengths ahead of her, while her blue eyes searched the landscape for familiar shapes. As they passed the final part of the border where the two-leg houses touched their territory, an odd feeling settled in Sleetstar's stomach. It wasn't quite relief, and it wasn't quite disappointment. She didn't know what to call it.
She caught the scent strain just a moment too late, with her back turned. Pebbles scattered underfoot, and she whirled, coming face to face with a set of glittering amber eyes, her nose almost touching that of a long-furred chocolate molly. Sleetstar's ears instantly flattened as Varvara tilted her head to the side, sneer curling the corner of her maw.
"I didn't expect to see you skulking around, Sloane. If I recall, you were... what's the word? Oh, yes. Exiled." Thunderjaw turned, glancing at Sleetstar with a confused expression. The pointed cat did not look at him. "Varvara," she said, voice flat and unamused, "how nice to see you again." The tone of voice said it was about as nice to see her as it was to be bitten by an adder. The she-cat huffed, flicking her ears in annoyance. "Oh Sloane, do you really have to be like that? You made your choices... and I made mine."
"You betrayed me."
"As if you weren't planning to do the same thing," Varvara spat, glancing sideways at Thunderjaw who took a step closer to Sleetstar, "and it seems like exile hasn't gone too poorly for you. But I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. It's not like you've ever been capable of forming a meaningful relationship, is it?" Sleetstar looked away, and Thunderjaw glanced between the two mollies with a quizzical expression.
"You don't know what you're talking about," Sleetstar managed finally, "you threw me to the monsters, Var. Was it really that easy for you to just cast me out so you could climb your little social ladder? After everything we had, after everything we went through together, was it so easy for you to just cast me aside?" Varvara's ears flattened, and the she-cat unsheathed her claws to dig them into the snow. "Wasn't that your plan, Sloane? To leave me first? And for what, power? I'm not sorry I figured it out and beat you to it."
"It wasn't for the power, Var," Sleetstar snapped, her ears flattened, "it was for you. For us."
"Oh shut up!" Varvara gritted her teeth, turning her head to the side. Slowly, she retracted her claws, fixing a dull stare on Sleetstar, unnamed emotions running behind her eyes. "You might believe that, Sloane, but I don't. Not anymore. You've never done anything in your life for another cat. Everything always comes back to you in the end. Even me, once. But those days are over, Sloane, and I don't believe those old baby blues anymore. So you can keep telling yourself that it wasn't for you," she took a deep breath, turning her back on the pointed she-cat, "whatever helps you sleep at night."
"It's Sleetstar now," the other molly said, watching the chocolate coloured she-cat duck away next to one of the two-leg fences. She paused, turning back to stare at Sleetstar. For a moment, she imagined she saw genuine sorrow behind Varvara's eyes. "Well," she said with a snide chuckle, "I guess there's really no place for me in your life anymore, so I wouldn't go losing too much rest over it." And with that, she was gone, leaving Sleetstar standing with guilt twisting her gut, Thunderjaw's fluffy coat brushing her own. He was staring, and she knew it.
"What just happened?" He asked, and Sleetstar turned away abruptly.
"Nothing. Let's keep moving." She bounded forward, leaving Thunderjaw staring after her as the first snowflakes began to fall.

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` servings consumed
0/2 - stockpiling
` clan events
sleetstar asks starclan for a warrior
thunderjaw teaches viridianpaw the battle skill
sleetstar and thunderjaw patrol the borders
hollyfeather and summitsky hunt

` leader
`` sleetstar | 46 moons | ♀ | ✦

` deputy
`` name | age | ♀/♂ | ✦

` medicine cat
`` name | age | ♀/♂ | ✦
` medicine cat apprentice
`` name | age | ♀/♂ | ✦

` warriors
`` summitsky | 49 moons | ♂ | ✦
`` hollyfeather | 24 moons | ♀ | ✦
`` thunderjaw | 44 moons | ♂ | ✦

` apprentices
`` viridianpaw | 11 moons | ♀ | ✦

` queens and kits
`` name | age | ♀/♂ | ✦
↪ kit names

` elders
`` name | age | ♀/♂ | ✦

My gallery · by **Kazin** » Fri Jan 11, 2019 12:52 pm

Number of Cats: 034 | 17 ♂ | 17 ♀ | 6 servings needed next serving needed at 35

"Darkness lurks where friends sleep. Light will always cast a shadow, but a burning light can save the clan." Scorchstar said these words to himself once again. It just didn't make any sense. Nothing was making sense. Why did the ancestors seem so keen on giving such vague answers to problems? Why did everything have to be a riddle? Nettleblaze had sagely said something about not interfering too much with the land of the living, but Scorchstar was almost ready to call all of it quits. To forget Starclan altogether, if they were going to be this unhelpful. Even though he knew he was alone, Scorchstar felt on edge, like someone was in the room with him and watching him. He had already felt strange enough after last night...

He had been having a terrible dream. Shadows, taking the form of cats, were chasing him. It all felt so real, so vivid, that when they caught up to him in his dream land he cried out, kicking Firesong in his stupor. She, however, was already awake anyway, her eyes wide with alarm. "You... I thought you stopped breathing for a few moments," she had whispered. "I was worried." This time she pushed her head into his side, both cats breathing slightly heavy out of fear. "Sorry," Scorchstar whispered back, his voice hoarse. That dream seemed to take a lot out of him. He shivered, but not because of the cold. He hoped with all his might that it wasn't real, but he now was alarmed that something had happened while he slept. Before he had a chance to speculate with his mate, a loud screech pierced the quiet camp, filling Scorchstar with dread. Firesong seemed to be frozen where she was, her eyes getting wider and her claws digging into the ground. It was Scorchstar who ran from the den, running straight into the nursery where Nightfrost was whimpering in the corner. Snowflower and Hazelstream had the three kits gathered up between them, trying to comfort them as they wildly tried to figure out what had happened.

"Nightfrost," Scorchstar said lowly, trying not to disturb the kits. "What happened?" At first, it seemed like the she-cat was going to go back to what she had been doing before and ignore Scorchstar, but after a few seconds she seemed to relax the tiniest bit.

"I... I saw him." She stated, gazing out into the opening of the den, where Nettleblaze and Timberleaf had just arrived, the latter ushering the two queens and their kits from the nursery, sending them to sleep in the medicine den for the rest of the night. Nettleblaze was coming closer, frowning as he heard Nightfrost's statement.

The older medicine cat and leader shared a confused look. "Who?" Nettleblaze asked, glancing around the den, trying to see if there was another cat. Scorchstar looked around as well, wondering if there was an exit that someone had managed to sneak through.

"He was... my brother. But he died a long time ago. I... watched it happen. He drowned," she hung her head, staring emptily at the ground. "But there was no mistaking the long legs... the ears too big for his head... it was him. He was standing over me, he looked like a shadow, and he seemed to... glide away when I screamed."

Scorchstar was very alarmed now. Nightfrost had described the same kind of shadowy cat he had thought he saw in his dreams, the cat that caught up to him and killed him. He thanked Nightfrost, beckoning Nettleblaze away to a corner to talk while Timberleaf checked to make sure the queen wasn't hurt. It was then that Scorchstar had described his dream to the medicine cat, who took it as bad news, saying it was very probably that Scorchstar lost a life. It was after a tense pause that Nettleblaze brought up he received a prophecy. It was then that Scorchstar decided to call an emergency Clan meeting, waking up the cats that hadn't risen after Nightfrost's screams.

"There are troubled times ahead," he began, once every cat had gathered. Even the kits were to sit in on this one, at least Hailkit and Owlkit. "Starclan is now warning us about this darkness, and we need to be vigilant, especially at night. I will now have myself or Cricketheart assign at least two cats each night to act as guards, and raise an alarm if anything is suspicious. Maplecloud and Appleclaw, I would like you two to watch tonight, and you will be excused from any patrol tomorrow." The two warriors nodded, and Scorchstar continued. "I would like to see a few cats in my den, so that we can discuss what we should do. Nettleblaze, Timberleaf, Cricketheart, Birchstorm, and Firesong, please meet me there. The rest of the clan is dismissed - try to rest up if you can, I'm sure there will be plenty to do as we fight these shadows."

It was a quick meeting in Scorchstar's den, asking what each thought they should do after Nettleblaze repeated the prophecy. Ultimately, it had been Birchstorm's suggestion that was heeded - to find where these shadows were coming from, since the prophecy seemed to mention it. There would be patrols sent soon, when the clan got a little stronger, and out of courtesy to Birchstorm so he didn't need to worry about Nightfrost, after Nightfrost had given birth, to find these shadows.

Perhaps it could all be resolved soon. Scorchstar certainly hoped so. Even though he had said he would go patrolling in the morning with the new warriors and with Birchstorm, he couldn't get himself to go back to sleep. It was going to be a long, tough battle, he could feel it. And he did not feel prepared to lose cats in a war with shadows. It was too unreal.

New cats/rank up:
--> The new apprentice is named Bramblepaw and will be apprenticed to Cherryheart.
--> Rivergaze and Deerleg join the Clan, adopted from the fanclub.
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Hunting/Patrols:
--> Rabbitmask, Peachfrost, Ferretclaw, Firesong, Sparkstorm, and Thornstrike hunt.
--> Junipersplash, Robinbreeze, Cricketheart, Pikewhisker, Otterfur, and Cindersong hunt.
--> Nettleblaze and Timberleaf search for herbs, hopeful to find kitting herbs even in the cold of leafbare.
--> Deerleg, Rivergaze, Birchstorm, and Scorchstar patrol.

Training:
--> Ravenpaw, Honeypaw, and Ashpaw train in tracking with Daisypatch and Slatefang.
--> Emberpaw trains in fighting with Firesong.
--> Bramblepaw trains in hunting with Cherryheart.

Mates/Kits:
--> Nightfrost due in 1 moon.

Other:
--> ShiningClan consumes 2 birds. [6 servings]
--> A mysterious entity is growing stronger, some sort of shadow army... during the night, one of Scorchstar's lives was taken by this strange presence, helping it grow even more powerful.
-->
-->

My gallery · by **hazilnut** » Fri Jan 11, 2019 5:42 pm

►Leaf-Bare◄

☁

Though snow falls sparsely if at all after the previous winter wonderland, temperatures have dropped below freezing. The river has begun to gain an icy shell over its shallows but fishing and swimming is still plausible. A word of warning to those who wish to swim however- do not play in the rapids for long lest your paws grow numb and weak. Sickness, especially hypothermia, is a real threat, and great care should be taken to rest and recuperate between tiring tasks. Approach icy surfaces with proper caution or be prepared to suffer a knock to the head at best.

Galipaygo wrote:
Fireclan

[Hollypelt and Barktail search for herbs]
[Hollypelt uses a cobweb on Snaketail's wounds]
[Hollypelt uses a cobweb on Beechkit]
[Hollypelt uses a tormentil on Blackkit]
[Hollypelt uses a tormentil on Shadowkit]
[Burnettface - 1 moon rest]
[Birchfur - 1 moon rest]
[Smokewhisker speaks with Fernheart]
[Valleyglow trains Blazepaw in advanced herbal recognition]
[Rainpelt trains Cloudpaw and Ashpaw in advanced climbing]
[Stonebark trains Coalpaw in combat]
[Smokewhisker trains Pebblepaw in interpersonal communication]
[Greyface trains Sandpaw in hunting]
[Silvertail trains Emberpaw in climbing]
[___ is made deputy]*
[Goldenflower, Brindlestripe, Willowshade, Lavenderfoot, Sweetpatch and Reedtail hunt (Water)]
[Bramblestrike, Tatteredpelt, Willowfern, Firestripe, Lionheart and Littleheart hunt (Forest)]
[ patrol the boarders (North - two rivers perpendicular)]
[Snaketail, Rippleface, Riverstripe, and Lavendernose patrol the boarders (Searching for Saltwind's body)]
[Coltsface, Puddlefoot, Forgottennose, Stonebark, Jaggedear, and Slitear patrol the boarders (East - one river)]
[Lunarglow and Timberstar watch the kits for the moon]

The clan consumes two big fish and one small fish, 11 servings!
[Note to mod: Pinekit will be trained as a therapist, Reedtail will train/convert to therapist in future (Mostly a note for myself) I officially hate killing Saltwind. Therapist skills: Interpersonal Communication, Herbal Knowledge/Application, Observational Skills, Empathy, Conflict Resolution, Critical Thinking, taking more ideas]

► Hollypelt and Barktail find x1 parsley, x1 rosemary & x1 daisy leaf

"Whatever you think I did I had nothing to do with," Barktail snapped between a mouthful of rosemary, the bitterness of the herb mingling with his own on his tongue. The medicine cat was sick and tired of the furtive glances Hollypelt would send his way whenever she thought he wasn't looking, just waiting for him to slip up. Well the joke was on her, he knew nothing about Saltwind's death or any other suspicious happening. Juniperleap, pretentious little-more-than apprentice that she was, had revealed very little to him.

Hollypelt just flicked an ear in irritation, the daisies in her mouth the only thing stopping her from giving Barktail an earful. Despite her best efforts she found herself mumbling through the leaves, "I'm far too busy to spare a thought on a second-rate medicine cat who'd shred his own shadow if he could catch it. In case you hadn't noticed we have patients to tend to." And with that Hollypelt turned on her heels and stalked away, not waiting to see if Barktail was following.

► Blazepaw learns advanced herbal recognition

"You really are a natural Blazepaw. It took me far longer to learn all this when I was an apprentice." And it was especially impressive, Valleyglow added to herself, given that she hadn't been a very good mentor. But she was going to make up for up for that now by striving extra hard to be a worthy mentor of Blazepaw.

Blazepaw practically glowed under his mentor's praise. "Thanks Valleyglow," he chirped.

"Now that you've got the scents all sorted in your brain, let's play a game." Valleyglow stepped to one side, revealing a pile of jumbled herbs behind her. "Medicine cats often have to work under time pressure and in less than favorable circumstances. To practiced that I want you to sort these herbs as fast as you can while blindfolded." It wasn't an easy challenge by any stretch of the imagination but Valleyglow was delighted when to see Blazepaw set his shoulders in steely determination. He had come so very far.

► Cloudpaw learns advanced climbing
► Ashpaw learns advanced climbing

"Hey Cloudpaw," came Ashpaw's teasing mew. Both she and the older apprentice were crouched beneath an old oak, Rainpelt watching them from a few fox-lengths away. While Cloudpaw found Ashpaw a bit brash, he had no issues sharing a training session with the younger apprentice. He had no self-important notions about how he should be a warrior before her; he was refreshingly aware of his own issues and insecurity was not one of them. So when Ashpaw asked, "You want to race?" he had agreed not out of any need to prove himself, but rather simply because it sounded fun.

"I'll sound you off," Rainpelt offered, "but there are conditions." She continued on despite Ashpaw's groans, laying out the ground rules for the competition. "No foul play. No overly risky maneuvers. The end mark is that branch there- go any further up and you risk cracking the thinner branches."

"Okay mom," Ashpaw teased. "Don't worry I'll beat Cloudy and square."

Cloudpaw let out a snort of laughter. "You won't beat me at all."

► Coalpaw fails combat

"Coalpaw did you talk with Smokewhisker yet?"

Coalpaw couldn't meet his mentor's eyes. "No." His response was barely more than a whisper, barely louder than Stonebark's- though the older tom had the excuse of being sick.

Stonebark sighed and dropped out of his fighting stance. It was unlikely Coalpaw would get any better at fighting when he still flinched away from every incoming blow. There was something deeper to Coalpaw's inability to fight, something that no number of training sessions could properly address. "It's okay to be scared Coalpaw. And I'm not going to force you to anything you don't want to do."

"Does that mean I don't have to check Lunarglow for ticks?" asked Coalpaw quietly, the teasing barely recognizable in his mew.

"You're not getting out of that one so easy," laughed Stonebark, "Come on, let's go check on her. It's always better to mind your elders then your claws."

► Pebblepaw fails interpersonal communication

to be or Smokewhisker wouldn't have accepted him as an apprentice, but he tended to talk more than listen. By giving him short scenarios and allowing him to go wild, the therapist hoped to inspire the apprentice. So far it had born mixed results.

"I would say- 'hi sad, I'm Pebblepaw'," the apprentice giggled. Seven moon apprentices weren't well known for their attention spans, and while Pebblepaw had shown promise in that regard when first approaching Smokewhisker about a possible apprenticeship, being cooped up for most of a day wore on him.

Smokewhisker managed to control his sigh. "I'm going to call it a day. Go play with your friends." Pebblepaw didn't have to be told twice.

► Sandpaw learns hunting

"My training was super- Greyface says I'm a natural hunter. How was yours?" asked Sandpaw between swipes. Moons of practice had made he and Pebblepaw evenly matched in terms of mossball skills, and the pair of them could simultaneously volley and chat with minimal extra effort.

Pebblepaw gave the ball a swift kick to the right, forcing Sandpaw to break his rhythm and dive after it. "It was okay, but Smokewhisker talks an awful lot."

Sandpaw let out a snort as he just barely kept the mossball aloft. "Wasn't that the whole point of you training as a therapist? So you could talk a lot?" The apprentice missed Pebblepaw's next volley which had more power behind it than he had anticipated. Nonplussed Sandpaw scooped it up with a claw and set it back in play.

"I guess." Pebblepaw frowned slightly but shrugged it off. "I'll try again tomorrow. That's what new days are for."

► Emberpaw learns fishing instead of climbing

"You said we would be training in climbing today," mewed Emberpaw, not without a hint of a whine in her tone. She was glad Silvertail was up to training her at all, she really was, but her siblings kept outpacing her in training and at this rate all of them would be warriors before her. Except Coalpaw that was. How exactly was she supposed to show her brother that climbing was completely harmless if she couldn't scale a tree herself?

Silvertail flicked her tail irritably but otherwise managed to control herself. "I know how you feel about fishing- all the better to learn it now."

Emberpaw stuck out her tongue in disgust. "It's all slimy and wet."

"Well water is supposed to be wet. Now, less complaining and more training. Words never caught any fish." Next moon. Next moon Silvertail would face the canopy that had darkened her vision for nearly a season.

► Goldenflower's patrol finds x2 voles, x1 small fish

"Check any prey you find for any odd behavior," advised Goldenflower, "If Saltwind's body is in the river it could have sickened the fish." As the senior warrior watched her hunting patrol spilt up, she took a moment to survey the river, hoping or perhaps fearing to catch a glimpse of Saltwind's familiar pelt. It still felt odd to refer to Saltwind as a body, it always did with newly-dead companions, but Goldenflower hadn't lived as long as she had without seeing her fair share of death. The clan's grief for Saltwind would pass in time, and in time they would find new cats to mourn but also new lives to rejoice in. Such was the nature of life.

Goldenflower felt a pelt brush against hers and turned to find Willowshade smiling fondly at her. "What're you thinking about?" asked the younger warrior.

"Oh just life, as one does when they get to my age."

Willowshade let out a rumbling laugh. "I'm not that much younger than you, and you're not yet that old. Come on, let's see what we can catch." And with that, the two mollies made their way to the riverbed.

► Bramblestrike's patrol finds x1 bird

Even the prey seemed to be in mourning for Saltwind, or at least that was how it seemed. More realistically the dropping temperatures had likely driven them to hibernate in their burrows. Either way, Bramblestrike was disheartened by how few and far between prey seemed to be, but for how deep the low so much higher was the rush of adrenaline he experienced when he caught sight of a robin pecking at the frozen ground.

He sunk gingerly into his hunting crouch, joints stiffened by the cold. Each step across frozen leaf-litter seemed a muffled rockslide to his ears, but the robin remained ignorant. Slowly, slowly, very slowly, Bramblestrike crept; until all at once the bird stiffened to attention and he knew he had lost the element of surprise. The robin shot into the air, but Bramblestrike was faster. He snagged the feathered creature with the fast paws for which he was named and slammed it into the earth, killing it swiftly.

► Snaketail splits his patrol to cover more ground looking for Saltwind's body. Lavendernose is the one who ultimately finds it, but in venturing across icy rocks to try and retrieve it she winds up with one paw wedged at the water's edge. It takes the rest of her patrol quite a while to find her and a substantial amount of time to extract both her and Saltwind. When she arrives, shivering and numb, Hollypelt recognizes the signs of hypothermia. Lavendernose's front right paw is now no more than dead weight, but Hollypelt and Barktail manage to save the young warrior's life. Over the next three moons Lavendernose will be watched carefully for signs of gangrene and taught how to maneuver with only three limbs. She will need x1 stick or rush, x1 horsetail & x1 sweet-sedge. (Note this will not make Lavendernose any less effective of a warrior, it is simply for story purposes).

Lavendernose burned with cold. She had grown so numb that she could no longer feel herself shivering which could not be a good sign. The young warrior realized now, with all the clarity her fogged and slowing mind could provide her, how foolish she had been to split off from the patrol. But she had caught what she had thought was Saltwind's scent, what was Saltwind's scent, and the opportunity to prove herself a valuable tracker had been irresistible. Now Lavendernose knew that all she had proven was her own clumsiness.

This was probably it. The revelation that this could be how she died, alone and cold of no fault other than her own, didn't hit Lavendernose all at once. It came slowly, like the cold had, and settled down deep in her bones. So ingrained was this thought that the young warrior didn't even register the voices calling her name or the pelts surrounding her or the paws tugging at her own. Her saviors were little more that smudges of color against an otherwise grey world.

► Coltsface's patrol is uneventful

A high contrast to the drama surrounding the patrol sent to the other part of Fireclan territory, Coltsface's patrol was mind-numbingly boring, even to a cat as tightly wound as he. At one point he thought he saw Saltwind's body but it turned out to be only a piece of driftwood. In retrospect of course it had only been a length of wood, Saltwind had been lost in a completely separate part of the territory. However knowing this did not stop the tom from making the same mistake twice more over, this time with an old monster-paw and a large pine cone respectively.

► The sound of kits playing attracts an old mother and her child, the mother is of elder age and the child of warrior age

At first Timberstar had launched himself to his paws, whipping around into battle position. After Saltwind's death and the hawk attack that had left Birchfur and several others injured, the Fireclan leader was even more on edge than typical. Enough on edge, in fact, to attack an old molly.

"Timberstar stop!" cried Lunarglow, only a heartbeat in time. Timberstar paused mid lunge to find the target of his attack an elderly molly carrying a wad of moss. "She's not a threat. I can smell it."

The old molly spat out her moss, cocking her head impetuously at the Fireclan leader. "I see you're a leap first, questions second kind of tom. The perfect kind to lead a clan." Out from behind her popped the head of a similarly colored, but smaller, cat.

"My mother and I heard kits," they mewed soothingly, "We have been watching various clans for a while, but never have we seen so many young ones in one place." The cat's tone was admiring as they glanced around the clearing, nodding to the kits who came to investigate. "We brought gifts," they added and produced a pawful of feathers- perfect kit toys. Instantly the Fireclan kits were on them, tussling over the prettiest ones and crying out their thanks.

► Rainpelt and Stonebark have developed serious coughs and will need x1 catmint, chickweed, hawkweed, honey, or lungwort & 1 moon of rest
► The other patients are healing nicely

Rainpelt's voice had gone quickly after refereeing Ashpaw and Cloudpaw's race and after she had gone to visit Barktail for a checkup, it became clear that she was not the only one.

"Oh not another one," groused Barktail upon the warrior's entrance. Beechkit, Blackkit, and Shadowkit tumbled around the medicine cat's paws, undaunted by his warning rumbles. Stonebark gave Rainpelt a sheepish greeting from a nest in the corner, a round of coughs rattling his chest after his hello. "I just finished treating a round of you lot a few moons ago."

"Can't you cure a cough Barktail?" called Hollypelt from where she was checking on Burnettface and Birchfur, barely bothering with a cover of innocence.

Barktail let out a low hiss and batted the kits out of his way. "Get over here and let me take a look at you."

My gallery · by **frankie (dup)** » Sat Jan 12, 2019 6:03 am

S E A S O N
𝙰 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍. 𝙸𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚜' 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚛, 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎 - 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚝...

C L A N L I S T

HazeClan

𝙷𝚊𝚣𝚎𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚗

[HazeClan has a new warrior - Sandfire!]

am

quite

[All the prospective mothers are carrying! The nursery is about to be very full]

mint

[Ashfang finds x1 mint]

quite

[Rainsong's patrol catches x2 mice and x1 bird]

xxx

[Nightshadow's patrol catches a squirrel!]

xxxx

excellent

[Mossystone's patrol catches a bird!]

xxxxx

[Wrenfeather's patrol catches a rabbit!]

boring.

[Nothing happens on Tigerleap's patrol]

xxx

end

[Goldenlily's patrol finds a young warrior]

xxxx

[Sootpelt's patrol manages to chase off the fox! There are minor injuries - but they're minor enough to not need herbs.]

[All apprentice pass, except for Frostpaw - unfortunately, she fails, and is bleeding from a scratch on her flank. Thankfully the bleeding is minor, and so she only needs x1 cobweb]

My gallery · by **frankie (dup)** » Sat Jan 12, 2019 8:24 am

Number of Cats: Total: 28 Female: 12 Male: 12 Genderfluid: 02 Agender: 02
Servings: 14/6 needed
Next Moonpool Visit: 18/01/19
Mod: deimos
Font Credit: Tahu!
Archive: ✨

I took a walk on a Saturday night
Fog in the air just to make my mind seem clear
Where do I go from here?
I see my breath pushing steam through the air

Firefoot and their clanmates crouched by the river, carefully observing the water for any dark shapes moving beneath the waves.

Firefoot sagged back, sighing and slumping slightly. Their strong suit was chasing rabbits and another swift prey - oh how they longed to run down the meadow, chasing rabbits through the rich green grass, stopping only once they had the swift, pesky thing in their grasp.

Fishing, however...

Fish were slippery. Their sleek, often silvery bodies would glide out of their grasp like water down a two-leg drain. And then there was the annoying detail of them being difficult to spot. Their silver coated bodies were nigh indistinguishable from the glimmers of light that reflected off the water. You could spot their shadows, but that was difficult.

"Could I walk down the river?" They suggested, tail flicking. "I'm terrible at fishing - why don't I make myself useful and catch somethign else?"

Sagestar flicked her head down the river - an indicator to go ahead, without tearing her yellow-green eyes away from the water.

Firefoot nodded their thanks, despite the fact that their clanmates were too busy at the river to see, and started to walk.

It was uneventful for the first several minutes of walking but towards the end of the border, they caught sight of a vaguely familiar brown and white pelt.

Heart lurching, they bounded forwards and pulled the little tom out of the water.
They pressed a paw to his neck, heart pounding.

There was nothing, not a heartbeat, and not a single puff of air when they hovered over the cat - barely more than a kit.

Tears sprung to their eyes, and they grasped the poor cat by the scruff and started to lug them back to their clanmates.

"Firefoot?" Sagestar asked, her eyes growing wide as she spotted Daisypaw.
Firefoot shook their head, dropping the soaked body of the small cat to the forest floor.

Their stomach flipped, and horror filled their fire coloured eyes.
Magpiepelt darted forwards - the tom had a protective streak over practically every cat in the clan.

They brought his body back to camp.

Campionclaw's wails kept Firefoot awake all through the night.

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Palepaw kept his head low as he trudged through the territory, his mind cluttered and void of rational thought. All he could think of was poor Daisypaw - his poor brother, and what his last moment would have been like.

"Palepaw, are you alright?"

The white tom stopped in his tracks, freezing up at his mentor's words.
"I'm -" he stopped.
"...I will be."

Briarleaf shook her head.

"No. Go back to camp, I'll take care of the herb gathering for today. You go take some chamomile, I can tell you need it."
"But Cloudpaw and my mum might need it too!"

Briarleaf shook her head.
"They won't have taken it. It's okay, Palepaw, medicine cats can use herbs, too. You know that, right?"
"I - well - yes."

With a sigh, Palepaw turned around to head back to camp.
You're a medicine cat! You should've seen that something was bothering him. You should've known that he'd run off and do something stupid like fall in the lake. Why'd he run off?

His next thought was even worse.
I'm his brother, how did I not pick up on it?

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Cloudpaw could think of nothing else but her brother as she dashed through the territory. The moor and meadow portion of their territory was larger than the forest, and her heart pumped in her chest as she raced along.
She clenched her teeth, hoping that the training could take her mind off that horrible event - her brother soaked to the bone, his eyes fluttered shut, white pelt stained red, brown portions darkened. Briarleaf promised that his death had been quick, merciful. He'd been knocked unconscious against the riverbank and drowned shortly after. While she was glad that he hadn't been conscious as he... as he died, but she just wanted her brother back.

"Cloudpaw?"
Her heart caught in her thoat, and then slammed against her ribcage.

"What?"
"You've um... yu've done wonderfully today. But we should be heading back to camp. We're sitting vigil, you know."
"Right. Yes."
"Look, Cloudpaw. I've never been any good at this whole... talking thing. I've never been good at helping others, but I just wanted you to know, I'm so sorry for-"
"For my loss? I know"
She smiled sadly.
"Everybody is."

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They held a vigil that night, just like Dusttail had said - most of the clan were gathered around a single stone, shoved deep into the ground - to show that Daisypaw had not even made it to twelve moons when he died.

Scattered on the grave (small, too small) were daisies - fitting, the clan thought.
Campionclaw gave a small speech, her already pale green eyes even further dulled, until they seemed grey, with nary even the slightest touch of green.

Only two cats were missing.
Palepaw and Cloudpaw.

They were sitting by the river, watching the waves crash against the shore. The apprentices went to the river frequently - lounged around, gossiped about the daily comings and goings of the clan, but the last time they'd been there, just a few days ago, there'd been three of them.

The grave at camp seemed so... impersonal. It didn't mean anything, it was disconnected from the bright, silly young cat that Daisypaw had been so completely that the whole thing seemed like a strange, horrible fever dream.

But this wasn't a dream.
Not even a nightmare.

They fell asleep, there. On the riverbank.

And perhaps, just maybe, they felt the presence of a third cat, laying there with them, dozing under the stars like they had so often before.

Walking down to the water's edge
Asking why I'm here instead of home
Now I stand alone
I stop to stare at the river side
I'm breathing in just to fill inside with peace
Like you were here with me

[Fresh-Kill: x2 small fish are added to prey pile]
[Herbs: Palepaw is sent back to camp when Briarleaf notices his sorrow over his brother's death, and he's instructed to use x1 chamomile to help his grief. One chamomile is removed from the herb store]
[Herb Store: x1 bindweed, x1 horsetail, and x1 burdock root are added to the herb store]
[Herbs: x1 mint is used to remove the scent of death from Daisypaw's body before the poor apprentice is buried. One mint is removed from the herb store.]
[Skills: The proper skills are added to the apprentices.]
[Rank Change: Diverkit becomes Diverpaw and is apprenticed to Swiftheart.]
[Rank Change: Campionclaw has now left the nursery!]
[Hunting: Diverpaw, Dusttail, Laurelpaw, Pearfoot, Mallowcloud, and Sagestar go hunting on the meadow and moor area.]
[Hunting: Campionclaw, Lavendercloud, Sootheart, Smokeface, Swiftheart, and Firefoot go hunting in the forest.]
[Patrol: Ashnose, Wasppelt, Magpiepelt, Cloudpaw, Copperpelt, and Whimbrelflower go patrolling in the forest area.]
[Patrol: Sheeppelt and Dunnockpelt go patrolling on the meadow and moor area.]
[Herb Hunting: Briarleaf and Palepaw go herb hunting in the forest.]
[Training: Cloudpaw trains in Stealth with Dusttail.]
[Training: Laurelpaw trains in Running with Smokeface.]
[Training: Palepaw trains in (Advanced) Healing (Sickness) with Briarleaf.]
[Moonpool: Sagestar requests a queen.]
[Food: The clan consumes x6 servings (-one bird and -one big fish.)]
[OOC: woah that was a long hiatus. And yes - those are indeed imagine dragons lyrics (aaaaah I thought the fit the post well, although I had to swap out ocean for river.]

My gallery · by **Galipaygo** » Sat Jan 12, 2019 12:11 pm

𝔐𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔠𝔩𝔞𝔫
Number of Cats: 19

Chervilpatch and Camberpool look at the filled medicine den of apprentices and look at each other with a sigh, "This is what happens when warriors don't realize the limits of the younger cats. I mean, look at poor Sunpaw!" Camberpool complained, tilting his head to guide Chervilpatch's gaze. "Yes, I agree that the warriors were showing quite apparent neglect of health, but there is nothing complaining will help. At least we were able to properly treat them all before Shadowstar decided to throw them in another training session or patrol." Chervilpatch commented to her friend. "You're right-"
"Like always~"
"...but where is Shadowstar? Lately if he leaves he takes Frostfoot with him or a patrol..."
Chervilpatch sat, contemplating, for a moment with Camberpool's words. "You're right, but what are we to do about it? He never tells us anything." She hissed, Camberpool taking the hint that she didn't like the leader but knowing her hisses weren't towards him. "Hey Dirtypelt, how about we go search for herbs?" Camberpool suggested to get Chervilpatch happier, his voice dripping with teases. "Only if you can catch up Turtletuft." She smiled and bound out of the den, Camberpool dragging himself quickly after her.
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Shadowstar padded through the swamp with his head held high but tail dragging. His mind was swimming like the fish about what his clan was becoming. "There are secrets everywhere, all the cats but Frostfoot keep to small groups. Those warrior brothers wreck havoc on everything. Those medicine cats do nothing all day..." he stopped and hissed to himself. "Mistclan will end again due to these secrets the warriors keep. I can trust no one!" He began walking again, faster this time and eyes glazed as he was more worried of his thoughts than his surroundings. Eventually, he felt the ground beneath him soften. Before he could look down he was falling into the swamp waters as the dirt gave out. He clawed to get to the water's surface, the swamp's algae snaking its way into his mouth as he gasped for breath that wasn't there. The shock of it caused him to all but forget how to swim as he fought helplessly to get out. His vision went black.
Shadowstar opened his eyes again to see the white of Starclan. "So I died that pathetically..." he groaned to himself, looking around for a cat to come out and tell him how much of a mouse-brain he was. That's when he saw the back of Dewlight in the distance. He took a deep breath and padded over to her. "Hi, mom..." He said, walking to see her face. She turned it down and closed her eyes. "You have turned your back on Starclan... If in your second life you don't accept us you will be revoked your other seven..." she said sadly as sparkling tears fell from her eyes to the white ground. Shadowstar disregarded his mother's tears as if they meant nothing. "I haven't turned my back on Starclan, I just don't need their help. Now send me back." He hissed at his own mother. She looked up and turned to run off without sending him back. His brother, Badgernose, came next. "Please change your view. I want to see you again brother..." he commented before touching his nose to Shadowstar's and sending him back to the cold swamps.
Shadowstar coughed up water and algae as his vision blurred into focus. He looked around, confused as to why he was out of the water, to see Frostfoot's cold body laying beside him. He frowned and got up. "Get back to camp." he hissed, not even checking to see if she was awake. He stormed off to camp without looking back. Frostfoot was luckily awake and got up to chase after Shadowstar.
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Oakface and Windheart laughed together with the apprentices in the medicine den, making terrible impressions of Frostfoot and Shadowstar. "I'm so brooding and lonely. Do my bidding." Oakface said in a mocking deeper tone to imitate Shadowstar. "Everything is horrible and I am the queen, you all are wastes of fur!" Windheart screeched to imitate Frostfoot's annoying voice. They all burst laughing. "Oakface! Windheart! Get to your patrols now!" a voice boomed behind them. They turned to see the pelt of Mudpatch turning out of the den. The brothers sighed and looked to the apprentices "We'll be back, keep practicing." Oakface said with a wink before the two got up and padded off.

Leader Happenings:
[Shadowstar lost a life]
Medicine Cat Happenings:
[Chervilpatch and Camberpool search for herbs]
[Rest (1 moon) - Shadowpaw, Hickorypaw, Gorsepaw, Sunpaw]
[One tansy was used on Gorsepaw]
[One feverfew was used on Sunpaw]
Boarder Patrols:
[Reedface, Blizzardear, Oakface, and Mossfur patrol the boarders]
Hunting Patrols:
[Troutthroat, Skyear, Gatorclaw, Windheart, and Mudpatch hunt]
Rank Changes:
[None this moon]
Apprentices:
[Barkpatch trains Lightpaw in combat]
Kittings/Mates:
[None this moon]

Other:
[The clan consumes two small fish, 4 serving!]
[Note to mod: Thanks for the note, I am well aware though. I was trying to overexert them to find something to type about while I build clan numbers. Trying to give you something fun to reply to! Leader stars in blue are lost lives]

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